Bought for Revenge. Sarah Mallory

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      ‘Ooh, that is, is infamous,’ she declared, struggling to free herself. ‘To steal a kiss when I am quite helpless to resist you. I shall add thief to the epithets I heap upon your head. Let me go this instant!’

      He laughed, but self-preservation made him hold on to her.

      ‘Very well. Only stop spitting like a wildcat and I will release you. Stop it, I say.’

      She ceased her struggles and stared up at him, her eyes wary. He released her and stepped back.

      ‘There. You are free to go, Miss Havenham.’

      ‘You know my name?’

      ‘Of course. Perhaps I should introduce myself.’

      She tossed her head and turned away from him, saying over her shoulder, ‘Pray do not. I have no wish to know you.’

      She began to walk to where the big grey was quietly cropping the grass.

      ‘Oh, but I think you should, since we are to be neighbours.’

      That stopped her in her tracks. He felt a grim sense of satisfaction as she turned slowly back to face him.

      ‘You are the new owner? Mr Monser…’

      ‘Monserrat. Yes.’

      ‘I did not think the contract was agreed yet.’

      ‘I signed the papers yesterday. I have builders coming here next week, but in the meantime I thought I might remove a few of the trees that have sprung up on the drive.’

      She went to collect her horse. Once she had picked up the reins she looked past him to the blackened shell of the old house.

      ‘The house burned down over twenty years ago. No one has been here since then.’

      ‘Save you.’

      ‘Save me.’

      ‘I do not know why your father bought it, if he did not plan to do anything with it.’

      ‘I think at one time he was going to rebuild the house. Now he says it would cost a small fortune to put it right.’ She scooped up her crop and as she straightened she looked across at him. ‘Is that what you plan to do?’

      ‘Yes. I plan to put things right.’

      He stared at the old house. It was a stone-built building, two storeys high with a central porch and a wide, gabled wing jutting from each end. The sturdy walls were mostly intact, but the roof was missing and greenery had forced its way between the remaining blackened timbers. Ivy curled around the chimneys. the stone-mullioned windows had lost all their glass and stared like blind eyes across what had been the south lawn. It was now dotted with small trees, like the drive. It had been a fine property once, and he would rebuild it. But whether he could bring himself to live there again…

      A slight sound brought his attention back to Miss Havenham. She was leading the horse away.

      ‘Are you not going to ride him?’

      The look she gave him was positively arctic. ‘I cannot mount without a block. I shall walk home.’

      ‘Let me throw you up.’ He could see the indecision in her face and added, ‘Come, Miss Havenham. Let me atone for my previous bad manners.’

      ‘I don’t think anything can do that.’

      He grinned. ‘At least let me try.’

      She did not walk away and he took that for an assent. He approached and she waited warily, murmuring to the grey as she gathered up the reins.

      ‘Steady, Apollo. Easy, boy.’

      The horse seemed to know what was expected of him and stood patiently. Lucas ran a hand down the animal’s muzzle.

      ‘Apollo. A good name for him. He is a handsome creature.’

      She did not reply, but placed the toe of her riding boot in his cupped hands. He threw her easily up into the saddle and she made herself comfortable, at the same time controlling Apollo with no more than a quiet word. Lucas made no attempt to help her, merely watching as she slipped her boot into the stirrup and arranged her skirts to cover an extremely dainty ankle. He stepped back.

      ‘I shall be calling upon your father very soon, Miss Havenham. I hope to have the pleasure of seeing you again.’

      ‘I shall tell Papa to expect you. I will also make it clear to our people that the manor is sold and is now out of bounds.’

      ‘Please, feel free to ride here whenever you wish.’

      She shook her head. ‘I do not intend ever to come here again.’ She looked around, as if committing the place to memory, then turned her horse and cantered away.

      Lucas watched her go, a slight smile playing around his mouth. Perhaps he should have treated her more gently, but she had spirit, and he had enjoyed rousing her temper. He had enjoyed kissing her, too, although that had never been part of his plan, but she had looked so damned alluring there in his arms, how could he help himself? She was no beauty, the curls that peeped beneath her riding hat were a nondescript brown, but her features were regular and he had already discovered that her generous mouth was perfectly formed for kissing. She had a good figure, too—he recalled how well it felt, pressed against his. Smiling, he picked up his axe. How much greater would be Havenham’s ruin if he lost his daughter as well as his fortune?

      Nerves jangling, Annabelle struggled to keep Apollo at a steady canter. She did not intend to slow down until the chimneys of Oakenroyd were in sight. She was shaken by her encounter with the new owner of Morwood, but not overly frightened and that surprised her. To be accosted by a strange man, one so dark and foreign looking, too, to be pulled from her horse—here she stopped herself. She must be honest. She had fallen from her horse and could have been badly injured if he had not caught her. And he had held her so easily, as if she had weighed nothing. The experience had been quite…exhilarating.

      That did not excuse his behaviour afterwards, of course, when he had kissed her. She let herself go over that moment again. She could still recall the feel of his mouth on hers, and the moment when she had felt something in her leap to respond.

      Outrageous!

      From all she had been told, all she had read, she knew she should have been terrified at being imprisoned in those strong arms. She should have fainted quite away. Annabelle gave a little huff of impatience. She had never thought much of those heroines who burst into tears at the slightest thing and swooned as soon as a man touched them. Why, that would leave the man free to behave in whatever way he wished. Surely it was better to fight and struggle, as she had done?

      And in the end he had let her go. Well, there was little else he could do. A poor start to his ownership if he was to ravish his neighbour’s daughter at the outset. She wondered if he planned to settle at Morwood Manor. As its name suggested, it had once been the major property in the area. Her father had a watercolour of the house as it had been before the fire, a substantial stone СКАЧАТЬ