Scandalous Deception (Russian Connection 1)

Stefan’s words did nothing to ease Edmond’s temper. “It was certainly your duty, just as it is your duty now to recall that you are her guardian.”

“Yes, I am. And being her guardian means more than simply providing her shelter. I must also consider what is best for her future. Such a beautiful, innocent young woman is bound to attract the attention of the most despicable lechers, as Thomas Wade has already proven. Not to mention seasoned rakes.”

Edmond turned, his chest so tight he could barely breathe.

“And just what do you consider best for her future?”

Stefan met his accusing gaze without apology. “I have growing hopes that she will be content to remain at Meadowland.”

“As your ward?”

“As my wife.”

Although Edmond had half expected the words, they still hit him like a physical blow.

Brianna wed to his brother? Always within his sight, but forever beyond his grasp?

“What the devil are you babbling about?” he demanded between clenched teeth. “You have not seen her in a dozen years, and within hours, you have decided you want her as your wife?”

“She is young, healthy and breathtakingly lovely. She also loves Meadowland nearly as much as I do. I can think of few women who would suit me so well.” Stefan narrowed his gaze. “You are the one continually advising me that my greatest duty as a Duke is to have an heir to ensure you are never burdened with the title.”

“Advice that you have continually ignored.”

“I am stubborn, not entirely stupid. I am well aware that I shall have to wed and produce a son. Perhaps several sons and a few daughters.”

Edmond quivered as the feral fury pulsed through him, his control a breath away from snapping.

“Have all the children you want, Stefan, but be assured that their mother will not be Brianna Quinn.”

Stefan refused to back away. “That is hardly your decision to make.”

“Stefan, do not press this issue,” he warned, his words slow and careful.

“Why? Because you have seduced her?”

“Because I do not allow what is mine to be stolen, not even by you.”

“You intend to claim her?” Stefan demanded.

“I already have.”

“No, you have taken what you desired without giving anything. Not even a promise of a future.”

Edmond flinched. “Did she complain to you?”

“Not at all. In truth, she was most anxious to ensure that she did not cause trouble between us. She possesses a conscience, even if you do not.”

Stefan turned on his heel and headed for the door, almost as if he could not bear to be in Edmond’s company.

“Stefan.”

Jerking open the door, Stefan paused long enough to cast Edmond a cold glare. “For once, do what is right, Edmond. Brianna is not just another bored noblewoman seeking a brief diversion. She is a young, vulnerable girl who has been a very important part of this family. Surely she deserves better than what you are willing to offer?”

He was gone before Edmond could respond.

But then, what could he say?

What was he willing to offer Brianna? A few weeks, perhaps months, as his mistress? A handful of pretty jewels to ease his conscience when he was finished with her?