Zachary Black: Duke of Debauchery (Dangerous Dukes 2)

Having believed her to have been André’s mistress for several weeks, at least, Georgianna might have expected Zachary to show contempt for her during their lovemaking. Instead he had been poetical in his appreciation of her body. Giving, even gentle, in his caresses, as he introduced her to a pleasure she had never imagined, let alone experienced.

But beneath all of that appreciation and gentleness Zachary had been keeping the secret that she was not in disgrace, after all, Georgianna reminded herself, impatient with the softening of her emotions towards him. Which surely must make him every inch that bastard she had just called him?

‘Again, I owe you my heartfelt apologies, Georgianna.’

She looked sharply across at him, unsure what he was apologising for. For not telling her before now that she was not in disgrace in society? Or for the intimacies of this morning?

Zachary sighed heavily as Georgianna made no response to his apology. ‘Except, of course, I do not possess a heart,’ he acknowledged evenly. ‘In which case, I will instead offer you my sincerest apologies. For having wronged you and hurt you these past two days.’

Deliberately. And without remorse. Each word was like the lash of the whip across the flesh on his back.

Georgianna looked across at him uncertainly. ‘And is that supposed to excuse your behaviour?’

‘No,’ Zachary answered heavily.

‘To make you feel better, perhaps?’ she added scornfully.

He gave a humourless smile. ‘If it was, then I assure you it has failed miserably.’

She raised haughty brows. ‘I trust you will understand when I say that I am glad of that?’

How could he have ever thought this young woman was just a plump and malleable pigeon to be taken to the altar, impregnated, and then left forgotten and languishing on one of his country estates?

Even without her terrible experiences of this past year, he very much doubted that Georgianna would ever have been that malleable wife he had deliberately sought, and expected. If he had taken the time and trouble to get to know her, then he would have realised she possessed far too much spirit, was too emotional, to have ever settled for just being his ignored duchess and the mother of his heirs.

A spirit that was now denied him for ever.

Georgianna, quite rightly, would never forgive him for having deceived her. For deliberately allowing her to think she was still in disgrace. For imprisoning her. For making love to her.

‘I understand, and completely accept, the anger you feel towards me.’ He nodded abruptly just as the carriage drew to a halt outside Malvern House. ‘Would you like me to come in with you or would you prefer to reconcile with your brother alone?’

Georgianna felt extremely nervous now that they had actually arrived at Malvern House, the same house she had always lived in whilst in London. The house where her brother Jeffrey now awaited her.

Her brother would be nineteen now and already he had been the Earl of Malvern this past nine months. Without benefit of even his sister to support him, with only that guardian, an elderly friend of her father’s, to guide and help

him.

‘Georgianna!’

She was given no more time for those regrets, or the insecurity of wondering if Jeffrey really would be pleased by her return, as the carriage door was flung open and her brother himself hurtled inside the carriage before pulling her into his arms.

Georgianna gave a sob as she clung to Jeffrey, totally overwhelmed by the eagerness of his greeting, and being with someone she loved and who obviously still loved her. It had been so long since anyone had held her so tenderly, so unconditionally. Hawksmere’s lovemaking did not count when she knew his motive had been revenge for her past misdemeanours towards him.

Zachary felt the unaccustomed sting of tears in his own eyes as he witnessed the emotional reunion between brother and sister. Jeffrey with his usual youthful enthusiasm, Georgianna crying with joy as she clung to the younger brother she obviously adored and had missed so much.

A reunion that Zachary could have allowed her much sooner than this, if he’d had a mind to do so.

Georgianna might never forgive him for that, but Zachary knew he would never forgive himself, either. Or for any of his behaviour towards her these past two days.

Behaviour for which he would happily have got down on his knees and begged for forgiveness if he had thought it would do any good!

He raised a hand to the cheek that still stung from where Georgianna had slapped him just minutes ago. A vehemently delivered slap he had fully deserved.

As he deserved the tearfully accusing gaze she now gave him over her brother’s shoulder.

Jeffrey was the one to finally pull back as he continued to beam down at his sister. Their colouring was similar, both were dark haired and blue eyed. ‘Perhaps we should take this reunion into the house? Join us, Hawksmere?’ Jeffrey prompted lightly as he glanced at Zachary.

Zachary saw the flash of resentment in Georgianna’s eyes as she remained tucked beneath her brother’s protective arm. ‘I think not, thank you, Jeffrey. I have several other things in need of my attention this morning.’ He excused himself.