Page 76 of A Duke But No Gentleman
He smiled indulgently at the woman admiring the amethyst necklace he had given her in front of the small mirror mounted on the dressing table.Clad only in a chemise, Lady Charlotte made a charming picture.It was a pity he did not have any skill with a pencil.
Since the day she had entered the proverbial lion’s den, he had relieved her of her maidenhead and done things to her virginal body that he had only experienced with whores.The gradual corruption of innocence had held his interest for days.Sometimes she had been eager.More often than not, she had fought him, and that is when he closed his eyes and pretended that she was the defiant Lady Imogene, her eyes damp and filled with what she perceived as betrayal.In those brief moments, he could almost believe he loved her.
Lady Charlotte was never mad at him for long.He knew how to break down a lady’s resistance and convince her that his passion for her had caused him to handle her roughly.The necklace and other small tokens of affection had assuaged all hurts.If she had not believed she was in love with him, she would have wondered how he had procured the necklace so quickly.He had several that he kept in a locked box for such situations.This particular one had already been offered to another lady.When she realized that he had only given her the necklace as a parting gift, she had hurled the jewelry at his head and marched out of the room.Her fit of temper had prompted him to chase after her.He had shoved her onto her knees and mounted her with savage enthusiasm.When his seed had been spent, she had been eager to see the last of him.
“Oh, Cason, it is the most beautiful necklace I have ever owned,” Lady Charlotte said, returning to the bed that they had just shared.
Norgrave grasped her hand.“If it is, then your father has been miserly with his affection.A few months ago, I noticed one of his mistresses was wearing a similar necklace and the center stone was the size of a pigeon’s egg.”
The blonde frowned.“My father is devoted to my mother.He would never take a mistress.”
“Ah, little innocent.”He pulled her back into bed, and rolled her onto her back.“I grant you, the gentleman is discreet.Nevertheless, from the looks of his latest one, I predict you will have a new half-sibling in four months.”
Lady Charlotte’s expression grew mutinous.“I do not believe you.”
“Are you calling me a liar?”he silkily asked.
Already familiar with that particularly dangerous inflection, she shook her head.“Of course not, my love.Forgive me for implying that you are spinning tales.It is just… my father.”
Since she apologized so prettily, he decided to be benevolent.The necklace was an indication of his boredom and he was content to let her go before he ruined her completely.His convalescence was over, and he was hungry for a lover who enjoyed the pain he could inflict on her.
“I understand, my dear,” he said in soothing tones.“We place those we love on such high pedestals.It hurts when they do not live up to our expectations.”
Lady Charlotte nodded, but the seeds of doubt were already sprouting.Norgrave did not know if her father had a mistress or not.He did not truly care.Her blind devotion to her family irritated him.Now she would always look at her father and wonder if he was a liar and an adulterer.
“What time is it, do you think?”
“After two o’clock, I suppose,” Norgrave said, stifling a yawn.“Why do you ask?”
“I must return home,” she said as she touched the necklace.“My family and I are attending Lord and Lady Ludsthorpes’ ball this evening.Rumor has it, the Duke of Blackbern will be announcing his betrothal to Lady Imogene.Not that it is much of a surprise.It is obvious to everyone that the duke is in love with her.”
Lady Charlotte’s voice faded into the distance as the blood roared in Norgrave’s ears.He abruptly sat up in an attempt to ease the pain in his head.Blackbern intended to marry Imogene.He caressed the healing wound on his cheek as if it somehow brought him closer to the lady who had marked him.Blackbern was marrying the chit?He had never shown any interest in marriage.What Norgrave had done to Imogene should have sent his former friend scurrying away from the lady.Instead, Blackbern had tried to kill him and now he was marrying the lady who Norgrave considered his.Damn it all, the infuriating man was ruining everything.
“Cason, are you listening?”Lady Charlotte asked, her face clouded with unwarranted concern.
“What are you blathering about?”he snapped, and she recoiled at his impatience.
“I asked if you were planning to attend the ball this evening?”she said, unaware that her news had soured his mood.“I know there has been friction between you and the duke.However, betrothals are a cause for celebration, and a time for the two of you to put aside your differences.”
“Was that the only reason that you wanted me to attend?”
There was something in his tone that had her edging away from him.“I—I thought you might pay your respects to my mother and father.”
His hard smile heralded a brewing storm.“Have you told them that you begged me to fuck you?”
Lady Charlotte flinched as if he had struck her.“No!How could you describe what we did so crudely?What is wrong with you?”
What is wrong with me?I am not Blackbern.
The lady was far from finished with her tantrum.“You told me several times that you loved me.You gave me this lovely necklace.I would have never allowed you to touch me if I thought you did not—”
“Pray, shut your mouth,” he said with biting politeness.“Due to your limited skills, I can only think of one or two things you are capable of doing with that tongue.”
She gasped and backed away from the bed.
Oblivious to his nakedness, he stalked her.“Is there an hour in the day that you aresilent?I can barely form a rational thought with you prattling on and on.”
Lady Charlotte’s hands went to her neck and fumbled for the clasp.“If you feel that way, then you can keep your precious necklace.I no longer want it.”
