Captivated

Oh, damn, oh, damn. She didn't want to ever see Gerard Lenoir again.

What would it take? An investment of twenty minutes, perhaps, to tell him clearly that he could not entertain any fantasy that she would leave Court and come to him.

Twenty minutes, maybe less, to impart her message to Gerard and get back to the house. Court would never have to know.

But only… if… she left…

… now…

The moon, so bright it was as though she were carrying a torch, lighted her way through the trees, down the rear carriage drive, past thegarconniere, the smokehouse, the kitchen, and the vegetable gardens, every path carefully laid out as if someone had planned for lovers to trod this way.

No, not lovers. They'd never been lovers, she and Gerard. They'd been dreamers. And every conversation, every plan they formulated had been the insupportable fantasy of two lonely souls looking for escape.

That was the unpalatable reality she had to tell him, along with the fact that she reveled in her death-do-us- part coupling with the domineering and possessive Court Summerville.

Hard truths he would not want to hear.

But he had promised, if she met him, he would go away.

Her heart started pounding as she skirted the vegetable gardens and paused at the entrance to the arbor. It was laid out between the gardens and the stables and there were a half dozen paths to enter it on three sides, and it was so dark within, the moonlight just filtering through the vines.

Somewhere in there, Gerard waited.

She called to him softly; there was only a thick silence and the hoot of an owl in response.

This is too stupid. He's not here. He's playing a stupid game. He didn't come. I hope he didn't come. I prayhe didn't come…

Something grabbed her and she shrieked; a hand clamped over her mouth and a hard male body pulled her under the cover and fecund smell of the leaves and vines.

'Shhh…'

Gerard…! Damn! Her heart was pounding so hard, she thought she would die.

He spoke in a whisper, hissing in her ear, 'Can I let you go?'

She nodded, and he relinquished his grip on her mouth.

'You came.'

'Let go of me.'

'I can't. Ican't, God help me,' he breathed, and she felt, in the weight of his arm around her midriff, the weight of his suppressed passion. And she didn't know how she was going to manage him.

'You have to,' she hissed. 'I belong to Court now. It's irrevocable. I can't change it. And listen to me, GerardI don't want to.'

He ignored her. She couldn't believe it. He just chose not to hear the words with which she committed herself to Court.

'My darling, you can change it. You can change anything. Remember what we said, what we promised. It's not too late'

'But it is. It's too late, Gerard.'

He stiffened. 'What do you mean?'

'I mean what you think I mean.'

His arm loosened. 'No. No. You promised he would never lay a hand on you.'

Time for the lies. 'I didn't know how little choice a woman had.'

'He forced you.' Gerard moved away from her. 'I'll kill him.'

Now for the truth. 'He didn't.'

He wheeled on her, and she was glad she couldn't see his face. 'I'll kill you. I won't let him have you.'

'It's too late.' She moved closer to him, in a combative stance.

He didn't want to hear her. He took a step back. 'All right, all right.'

'He took me,' she said inexorably. 'He took away my clothes; he forced me to be naked. And then he did things to my naked body that I liked. That I begged him to do…'

'No!' She could feel the force of his fury. He had lost her, lost control. Gerard did not like anything to be out of his control, especially her.

So much like Court. She'd never considered the similarities before.

'No. No. No.' As if his denial would make it true. 'You didn't. You… didn'tyou couldn't… Let's say… let's… just say there were circumstances over which you had no control. Let's say his baser nature got the better of him'

Push him to the edge… 'Or mine,' she whispered.

Explosive now; he radiated pure volcanic rage as he grasped her with a violence he could barely contain and shook her.

'Or yours…' he ground out. 'You could have beenmine…'

'I belong to him. He bought me, remember? He paid for anything he did to me…'

'Noooo… o-o-o-o-o…' he moaned, and she went on relentlessly, 'And I let him, Gerard. After the first penetration, I begged him to. I spread my legs for him willingly. I wear his thrall collar. I let him restrain me so he can do whatever he wants to me.'

'You bitch, you bitch, you bitch… You swore you'd save it for me…'

'I didn't,' she said brutally. 'It wasn't real, what we said, what we thought we had. But he's areal man. And I want what he has betweenhis legs.'

'Bitchbitchbitchbitch… I could have taken you at any time… I could have forced you… I could take you now…'

'Keep your promise, Gerard… kiss me good-bye and leave me, as you swore in your note.'

'Ohhh, I'll kiss you, you bitch. I'll kill you before I let him fuck you again…'

He grabbed her and forced his mouth on hers, his body against hers.

He was wet, hard, furious, powerful.

He was not Court.

She went limp in his arms and prepared for the worst.

In the shadows just beyond the arbor, he stood and watched. He heard the voices, heated with passion, though he could not make out distinctly what they said.

It didn't matter. What mattered was what he knew: that all the sexual heat and pleasure in the world could not keep his wife from her former lover.

He didn't think she would want to leave him, even for Lenoir. She had it too good. He'd made a huge mistake there, giving in to her body, giving her all the sex she could handle.

Hell. She could probably do them both: Lenoir at midnight in the arbor, and him whenever he wanted during the day.

Those voices were so passionate. They were arguing about the circumstances. Lenoir probably still wanted her to go. She wanted him to stay. She wanted them both and she was probably trying to reason with him, to tell him she had enough juice for them both. All Lenoir had to do was agree to her terms.

By God… nobody knew better thanhe what a bitch in bed she was: hadn't he already fucked her nipples to a paralyzing orgasm, and here she was, not eight hours later, in heat for another man?

Over his dead body.

Over Lenoir's.

If that bastard touched her… if he tried to penetrate her

He watched as Lenoir grabbed her and she came willingly into his arms and reached for his hot kisses… watched her body undulate against Lenoir's, seeking his heat, his hardness…

Goddamned trollop… he should have known the minute she'd agreed to the marriage. She could be bought. She knew what she had: virginity and the hottest naked body in Louisianaand he would bet Lenoir had known that all along.

Damn her to hell… the bitch… damn her to goddamned hell

He wheeled away from the ugly scene and lifted his arm.