Drawing a sharp breath, Vanessa took a step backward to a safer distance.
Graciously Lord Sin smiled in triumph, the slight curve of his lips radiating male charm. She could well understand why his conquests were legion. He had captivated countless women with that wicked, sensual smile.
“So you decline my offer?” he murmured, obviously presuming he had won.
“I did not say that!” she returned sharply.
“Then what do you say?”
“I… I will consider it.”
“Well, consider swiftly, my sweet. But I give you fair warning. If you bargain with me, you bargain with the devil.”
Chapter Three
Their gazes locked and warred.
“Is the price too high, my lovely?” Damien inquired lazily.
Vanessa swallowed at the question. What he was suggesting would ruin her. But would ruination be too high a price to save her family?
“What… would I be required to do as your mistress?” she asked, stalling for time.
He cocked an eyebrow. “You cannot guess?”
“I suppose you would expect us to share… carnal relations.”
“That is the usual custom, yes.” His mouth curved in dry amusement. “But I daresay you would not find your duties too onerous. I would visit your bed whenever I wished, naturally, and you must learn to please me.”
“You will likely be disappointed in me. I have no talent in that direction.”
“I won’t know until I have you beneath me.”
Her breath caught at his bold speaking, yet his continued attempts to intimidate only angered her. “I have no experience as a mistress, only a wife. My only… intimacy with a man has been with my husband. And I found that side of marriage… extremely unpleasant. Indeed, I cannot comprehend why your gender finds lust so agreeable.”
Her tone at the end was scornful, cutting, yet Damien couldn’t tell if she was angry at him, her late husband, or males in general.
“But then by all reports, your husband was a boor. And by your own admission, you have never had the benefit of a proper lover. At the risk of seeming immodest, I am skilled enough to teach you whatever you need to know. I believe I can safely predict you will enjoy your education.”
Her chin rose regally. “How can you possibly divine what I might or might not enjoy? You know nothing about me.”
“But I know women, cherie. And I understand pleasures of the flesh. You cannot be so different from the vast majority of your sex. One night in my arms and I’ll have you trembling for me.”
“You were correct, my lord. You are a devil. An arrogant one.”
He smiled. “My crimes are legion.”
When she remained silent, Damien studied her curiously, wondering if her scornful haughtiness was an act. If she was feigning reluctance in order to excite his interest, her ploy was working. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so aroused by the mere presence of a woman.
And why else would she hesitate to snap up his extremely generous offer? No mistress, however magnificent, was worth a hundred thousand pounds, and he was giving her a chance both to redeem that enormous sum and to save her worthless brother. She would be a fool to refuse.
He doubted Vanessa Wyndham was a fool. Obviously accustomed to scandal, she must be experienced and sophisticated and worldly enough to use her body to gain her ends, as were so many of the grasping, shallow beauties of his acquaintance.
It was possible, he supposed, that she truly was cold and unfeeling, incapable of real passion. Then again, it could be pride or fear driving her. Was that guarded, vulnerable look in her dark eyes genuine?
“Do you fear me, Lady Wyndham?” he asked quite seriously.
“Considering the tales told about you, it would be remarkably imprudent of me not to fear you-a man for whom no rule is sacred and from whom no woman is safe.”