Betrayal

by A. S. Fenichel

  “Perhaps, but I cannot tell him, regardless of his rights. He would not understand and probably could not believe me anyway. He’d have me sent to Bedlam. He will have to remain in the dark. Besides, what would I say? That while he was away fighting Napoleon, I was quite busy battling the demons that are taking over England?”

  “It’s a start.” Claire shrugged, but her Irish brogue dripped with reproach.

  “I think not. Just run me a bath, Claire. I’m tired, bruised and I just want a hot bath and a warm bed.

  “What happened tonight, milady? We expected you hours ago. I’ve already sent Tubbs out looking for you.” Claire tucked all the soiled and torn items into a bundle for laundering, and if possible, mending.

  “I hope he does not run into any demons while looking for me.”

  Claire patted her shoulder. “He’ll be fine. Not to worry. Tubbs can fend for himself.”

  * * * *

  Belinda woke to a chilled room. The chair in the corner creaked against the floor. “Claire?”

  She rolled over to see who was in the dark room and why the window had been opened.

  He was still as a cat, sitting in a small chair by her writing desk. One leg stretched out in a relaxed pose, but even with only the fire to light him, he looked ready to pounce. Anyone else might have seen a man at his leisure, but she knew him. He gripped the arms of the chair and his eyes narrowed. There was a movement along his jaw where it ticked whenever control of his temper stretched too far. It was rare for her fiancé to lose his temper.

  Her heart pounded and her hands shook. She gripped the covers trying to still her nerves.

  “Gabriel?”

  “I see you’ve remembered my given name, my lady.” His voice was low and dangerous.

  “Are you drunk?” She sat up and leaned against the headboard pushing the mass of unruly hair from her face.

  “Drunk? No.”

  “What are you doing in my bedroom, my lord? How did you get in here?”

  He stood up so suddenly, she gasped and pulled the sheet up around her neck. In two steps, he’d crossed the room and loomed over her bed.

  “Why don’t you scream?” he asked.

  “I…I am not afraid of you, my lord.” She could have kicked herself for showing any sign of fear.

  “You should be.” He touched her cheek so lightly she might have dreamt it.

  The touch sent a bolt of lightning directly between her legs. Belinda shifted uncomfortably. “Gabriel, what do you want?”

  He sat down on the edge of her bed and put his head in his hands. “What do I want?”

  Oh, how she wanted to reach out and comfort him, but she held back waiting to hear him explain.

  “I want what I lost. I want four years of my life back. I want a wife who has kept herself pure while I was away risking my life for our country.” He narrowed his gaze on her.

  She had never seen such pure anger from him before, and for the first time she feared him just a little. She shook her head. This was Gabriel. He would never hurt her. Pushing aside her covers, she moved to sit next to him on the bed. “You cannot regain the past, my lord. Those four years are gone forever.”

  “They are with me still.” His eyes darkened, a crease formed between them, and he looked away.

  His words stirred an ache deep in her chest.

  “I’m sorry.” She touched his arm, truly sad for whatever horror he was reliving.

  He gripped her hand. “And the other, Belinda?”

  “I do not know what you mean.”

  “Do not toy with me.” Low and soft, danger dripped from his words. He released her.

  Had so much time passed that she truly did not know the man with whom she’d grown up? She did not fear for her life, but suddenly he’d become unpredictable.

  Sitting up straight, she looked him directly in the eye. “If you are asking if I have ruined myself, then the answer is that I have not.”

  The surprise in his eyes jabbed painfully in her heart. He actually believed that she would let men use her body.

  She wanted his lack of faith in her not to hurt, but it did, and she had to will her sorrow away before he saw it. She stood up and plucked her robe from the end of the bed. “No need to look so surprised, my lord.”

  “Where were you this evening?” His fist pounded on the mattress.

  “I have already told you.”

  “Yes, but you lied, Bella. I have known you most of my life and I know when you are lying.”

  “I asked you not to call me that.” The view out the window afforded nothing but the dark gardens below.

  She had not heard him move, but his skin radiated so much heat, she became aware of his presence directly behind her. It permeated through his clothes, her robe, and chemise.

  He exuded masculinity. He had not touched her, but she sensed him just the same. “Bella.”

  In spite of her need to keep herself apart from him, her stomach clenched and moisture built between her legs. Her skin hummed with need and she wanted him to touch her. No, you have to get away from him. You have to protect him.

  She turned into him with every intentions of giving him a scolding for calling her Bella again but found herself wrapped in his arms. She kept her fisted hands pressed against her body. Still, the thrashing she intended for him, died on her lips. “Someone will hear you, Gabriel. You must go.”

  When he looked down into her eyes, rage had transformed into desire, but also sorrow. “I do not want to go, Bella. I want you. I spent most of the last four years between hellish battlefields and a French prison, dreaming of the moment that you would be back in my arms.”

  “Prison?”

  “I expected to come home and find you overjoyed to see me, but instead I found you changed. I do not know what has happened, but I intend to have you as my wife. I will not waver on this, Belinda.”

  Moving her hands to his chest, she pressed. He did not give way. Unless she was willing to harm him, she was trapped.

  “I am no longer certain that it is what I want.” She turned her head away from his mesmerizing stare.

  “I must try to change your mind back in my favor then.” He dipped his head and touched his lips to the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder.

  She couldn’t stop the moan from escaping.

  He traced his tongue along the side of her neck.

  A pleasant shiver ran down her back and her skin warmed. “Gabriel, someone will hear.”

  “Your father is in Scotland, and your mother is asleep on the other side of the house. Her ladyship has probably drunk herself into a very sound slumber, and we shall not be disturbed by your lady’s maid for several hours at least.”

  She pushed harder against his chest. This time he did give way. “You have thought this through.”

  Her stomach twisted and her heart pounded with either fear or anticipation. She didn’t care for either one replacing good sense.

  He didn’t respond, just watched her, and his gaze was part caress, part invasion. “Did you come here for the sole purpose of ruining me?”

  Finally, he closed those arresting eyes. “In all fairness, I thought you already a woman of less than stellar reputation.”

  “And now?”

  “You have said that you are a virgin, and I believe you. As I said, after all these years, I know when you are lying to me.” He strode toward her.

  She backed away until her knees pressed against the bed. “Yet you still intend to rape me?”

  “Rape? No. I will do nothing that you do not allow, Bella. I want you. I intend to have you either tonight or another night, but I will never hurt you.” He advanced until he pressed up against her, and she had nowhere to run.

  “I want you to leave.” Hollow words, but it was worth a try.

  His mouth curled up. His hand skimmed across the top of her chemise where the robe had fallen open. “Do you?”

  His touch w
as as light as a feather, but it cascaded down to her toes and caused a mewing sound to escape her lips.

  “Yes, I want you to go, Gabriel.” In her head, she cursed herself for not sounding more assertive. She sounded as if she was begging him to stay rather than demanding he go.

  To her surprise, he took a step back.

  She stood up straighter and met his gaze. A hint of disappointment ebbed through her body, but her mind sighed with relief. “Thank you.”

  “Do not thank me yet, Bella. I’m not leaving. I will make you a deal. I want you to let me touch you for ten full minutes without any protest from you. I promise at the end, you will still be a virgin. After the ten minutes, if you still wish for me to leave, I will go. I will not promise that I will stop my pursuit, but I will leave you for the night.”

  “Do I have a choice?” she asked.

  “No.” His lips grazed her ear. “But I promise you will not be sorry, my love. Even if you choose to send me home in ten minutes, I will be the only one leaving this night wanting for release.”