Thea Devine - Captivated

"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.

It was time to end the farce.

She couldn't stand him, his touch, his kisses, the feel of his body pressing against her.

His rage made him strong, his passion drove him. He grasped the collar of her dress and ripped it away from her neck and down to her breasts. "You bitch, you bitch"

He reached for her throat. "Jesus shit… what's this?"

"I have to wear it, every day, everywhere," she whispered. "He made me, but now… now I revel in it. He owns me…"

He howledit was the only word for it, and he wrenched the material of her dress all the way down to the hem…

And a shot rang out.

He froze. "I could kill you…"

"Don't move…"

A new voiceherfather's voice.

"Pull up your dress, you little tart."

Drue hurriedly gathered the folds of material to her breast as her father appeared at the opposite end of the arbor.

"How cozy," he said. "You and Lenoir forever, eh, Drue."

"No," she protested. "No."

"Looks like it to me. Court's home, by the way. Got done with businessreal early."

Drue's heart dropped to her stomach. "What areyou doing here?"

"I want to get rid of a pestilence that could ruin my garden."

"Go to hell," Gerard growled.

"I think you're there already," Victor said. "You got your money. Get the hell out of town. Drue…"

That registered. "What do you mean, he got his money?" she asked, turning toward Victor.

"Let me have the pleasure of telling her, Victor. Seeing as how we're airing all our dirty secrets tonight," Gerard said nastily. "Or do you still not want her to know?"

Oh, God… no… what? She waited. But her father didn't seem discommoded. Whatever Gerard was talking about, it couldn't hurt Victor anymore.

Or her.

"Tell her," Victor said.

"I was the one to whom your father owed all that money," Gerard said maliciously. "Me.Not Summerville."

"WHAT!!!????" Her whole world tilted. Everything went crazy, spun upside down.

" Not Court," Victor amplified."This piece of dung, who planned the whole scheme: get me in enough debt and I would turn you and Oak Bluffs over to him."

"No! No…" She shook her head as she backed awayfrom her father and his perfidious lies, from Gerard and his heinous plans.

"Summerville saved your ass," Gerard said.

"And kicked yours all to hell," Victor interpolated smugly. "Killed your plans. Destroyed everything you worked for. Got the girl and the plantation, too. Couldn't have asked for a happier ending."

"Until you get your hands on the cards again," Gerard spat. "Until the idea of fast money lures you out of hiding and Lady Luck seduces you all over again. And she will, because you, my friend, are a goddamned sucker."

Omigod, omigod, omigod… Gerard her father's debtor. Not Court. Not Court. Court didn't buy her. Court saved her. Saved her father, saved Oak Bluffs…

Omigod…

She backed out of the arbor blindly.Omigod…

And what if Court had been listeninghad been watching…?

Omigod…

She couldn't get away fast enough. And she couldn't get out of earshot, either.

Her father was determined to enrage him; crazy, when Gerard had lost everything. Gerard would kill him.

She didn't care. She didn't care. Her father had just lost her, too.

"No," Victor taunted. "You're the dupe, believing I would let you come within inches of Drue, would let you step one foot on Oak Bluffs. You gull. You butt. You goat."

"You son of a bitch!" Gerard roared.

"You bastard" Victor goaded, his voice taut, controlled.

She heard a scuffling, a thump, as if Gerard catapulted himself at her father. And then a shot into the echoing silence that reverberated all over Wildwood.

All inside her.

Father Tears streamed down her face. She didn't care, she didn't. The betrayals were too crippling.

She didn't want to see. She didn't want to know.

She hoped they'd killed each other.

Father…

Pulling the shreds of her dress around her, she turned and ran.

Court had removed himself from her completely. She hadn't seen him for days after the incident in the arbor and she was feeling very irritable.

At first, she hadn't wanted to see him, not after that night. Not after her father had wounded Gerard so seriously. He lay recuperating even now in the surgery of a Dr. Boulois of St. Faubonne, and according to her father, he and Court had exacted a promise from Gerard that he would leave St. Faubonne Parish and relinquish any idea of contactingher again.

"Oh, he will run his little businesses in New Orleans," her father told her a week later, coming to visit when he was certain her anger had died and that she would forgive him. "And he will find eventually another wealthy dupe, another innocent girl, you can be sure of that."

She wasn't quite in the mood to forgive. She felt ill-used, as if she had been nothing more than a puppet, caught between her father's cupidity and Court's avarice.

Nor did she like her father's assessment that reduced her feelings for Gerard to those of a raw, simple-minded, green girl.