Darcy's Wicked Game, page 1
Darcy's Wicked Game
Abbey North
Published by Abbey North JAFF Books, 2022.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
DARCY'S WICKED GAME
First edition. July 23, 2022.
Copyright © 2022 Abbey North.
Written by Abbey North.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Blurb
Chapter One
Chapter Two
About The Author
Further Reading: Blackmailing Lizzy: A "Pride & Prejudice" Variation
Also By Abbey North
Blurb
THREE YEARS AFTER MR. Darcy’s painful proposal, and Lizzy’s fervent rejection, she is at a house party when she receives a mysterious gift. Inside the box is a mask and a heartfelt letter from an ardent admirer, imploring her to meet with him that night for wicked games. It is a scandalous invitation, but Lizzy’s curiosity compels her to accept. Will her mystery man be the lover of her dreams, and the man to finally help her shed her lingering love for Mr. Darcy, whom she hasn’t seen since the proposal? Or will his identity shock and anger her? Will Lizzy regret taking such a risk or find a reward of happiness beyond measure?
While Abbey sometimes writes sweet JAFF, this shorter tale is strictly SENSUAL.
Darcy’s Wicked Game
Chapter One
LIZZY EYED THE BOX dubiously, looking both ways down the corridor before bending down to pick it up. She brought it back into her room and the Hennesseys’ home, where they were hosting the lavish weekend party two days’ ride from Longbourn. Her mother had insisted on coming when they received an invitation, though none of the Bennets knew the Hennesseys, who had recently purchased the property and remained a great mystery to all of them.
Jane was the only one with any connection to them, having met Lord and Lady Hennessey through her social interactions as Mrs. Charles Bingley. Lizzy suspected she was the reason Bertram and Meredith Hennessey had invited them.
She stared at the box for a moment, tempted by the pretty red bow but certain it had been left outside her room by mistake. She lifted the card, eyes widening at it bearing her name. She untied the ribbon carefully and lifted the lid to find a beaded mask and a note penned in an unfamiliar hand.
Dearest Lizzy,
You enchant me. Meet me tonight if I have piqued your curiosity. Please wear the mask, so we may hide behind anonymity a while longer.
Scandalously Yours,
An Ardent Admirer
What a shocking suggestion. Lizzy should crumple the note and throw away the mask immediately. Or perhaps report this to the Hennesseys, who could weed out the rake in their midst. She shouldn’t be contemplating accepting the shocking invitation. Her curiosity was insatiable, and she suspected whoever had sent the note realized that about her.
She should be afraid of his intentions. And she was. Lizzy closed the box, deciding she would not indulge curiosity. He could be a madman, and whatever his intentions, they were clearly socially unacceptable if he chose to approach her this way. No, she would not pander to her curiosity or his wickedness.
DESPITE HER RESOLVE, she found herself creeping downstairs after midnight. The note writer had not specified where she would meet him, but she found a trail of rose petals once she reached the second floor. She followed them, reaching up to secure her mask before entering the room where the trail ended.
It proved to be a bedchamber, making his intentions blatant. Lizzy should turn and leave, but she did not. Instead, she looked around. Several candles in holders were scattered throughout the room, and a selection of silk scarves laid on the nightstand. She was puzzled by their presence.
“Lie down.” His firm tone allowed no room for protest.
She startled at the sound of his voice as he emerged from the shadows. Clutching her chest, she took a step back. “You are too impertinent, sir. I simply came to tell you not to send me more missives or gifts.” She fingered the mask with the last word.
He wore a simple domino mask, but it was enough to mostly obscure his features. It didn’t hide his mouth, and the smirk he wore. “I am sure that is why you came.” His disbelief was obvious even before he chuckled. “You are too curious by far, dear Lizzy.”
She scowled at him. “I hardly think we are on a first-name basis, sir. I do not even know your name.”
“You shall...eventually.” He moved closer. “Lie down,” he said again.
She stiffened her spine. “I shall not.”
“Perhaps you require some persuasion.” The words sounded ominous, but his tone was only seductive.
Lizzy shivered under the force of it, and his dark gaze, as he stalked toward her with the grace of a panther. She had seen one in the London Zoo at her last visit to stay with Jane when she was close to giving birth to her second child the past summer.
She couldn’t move, physically pinned to the spot by the intensity of his gaze, as he drew nearer. His fingers brushed across her arms, touching the spot where she wore no gloves. She trembled at the sensation but turned her head away when his bent downward.
“You are not shy, Lizzy, so do not withhold from me what we both want.” His voice was rough, even this close, and it sounded unnaturally so.
Was he disguising his voice? If so, that meant she knew him. But from where? The last time she’d had a man seriously interested in her had been three years ago, when Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy issued his dismal proposal of marriage while she visited dear Charlotte at Hunsford. The idea of this dashing, mysterious, scandalous rake being him was laughable. Darcy had been almost pitiable at the agony his unwanted love had caused him. Once she’d rejected him, she had not seen him since.
She had a stirring of regret and the familiar dull pain about that. She had received a letter from him about how shameful George Wickham was, and a terse apology for interfering with Charles courting Jane. She hadn’t forgiven him for the latter, though he seemed to have abated, and Charles had returned to Netherfield and wooing Jane a short time later. She was grateful he’d revealed the former and prevented Lydia from making a huge mistake when Lizzy was able to interrupt her attempts to elope with Wickham.
She gazed at the man before her through narrowed eyes, immediately discarding the notion he was Wickham or Darcy. This man was the same height as Darcy, but he was more muscular and had a hardened edge. His simple linen shirt couldn’t hide the definition of his body. “Who are you?”
“Kiss me, Lizzy.”
It was no answer, and she should have insisted on more information, but she was moved by curiosity and the galloping pace of her heart. Licking her lips, she parted them and tilted her head, allowing her gaze to clash with his for a moment as his head descended. She was trying to resist even as she succumbed.
His mouth was hard and hot on hers, demanding everything and taking what he wanted. Yet, he was generous too, ensuring her pleasure as they shared an explosive kiss. It was Lizzy’s first kiss, and she wondered why she had waited until nearly four-and-twenty to try such a pleasurable activity.
He kissed her until her toes curled and her head spun. When he pulled back, he was breathing as heavily as she was. She panted as she gazed up at him. “What do you want from me?”
“Everything,” he said softly. “Will you lie down? I want to make love to you, Lizzy.”
She gasped, though she had known his intent from the moment she entered the room. She knew she should refuse. For heaven’s sake, she didn’t even know his name! What was she thinking? This was foolish.
In the end, she could not deny her own urgings and desires. Slowly, with some hesitation and his assistance, she removed her dress, chemise, stockings, shoes, and gloves, and then Lizzy did as he asked, sprawling across the cool comfort of the silky coverlet. It sensuously caressed her body wherever it touched, heightening her sense of arousal.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are like that. How many times I have fantasized about seeing you lying across my bed, nude, with that glorious brown hair spread across the pillows.” His voice held a note of awe, almost sublimated by raw anguish.
Lizzy blushed at his effusive compliments and was glad the mask partially hid her cheeks. When she remembered the mask, it began to itch. She slipped a finger under the edge to scratch but could find no relief unless she took it off. “May I remove the mask now?”
“Yes, but I am keeping mine.”
She frowned. “For how long?”
“Just a little longer.” A small smile was evident on his lips.
Lizzy’s hands shook as she removed the mask and tossed it on the floor. Then she settled more comfortably and spread her arms and legs wide. It was a blatant display of desire, and she blushed as she did so, but she was a prisoner to her own passions and compulsions as much as she was captive to his voice and means of persuasion. “What will you do to me?”
“I want to taste you.” Where his eyes strayed left no doubt about his intentions. “But I must blindfold you.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“I want to remove my mask to enjoy you completely, but I do not want you to see me until the time is right.”
She resisted the urge to smirk. “I can remove a blindfold any time I’d like.”
He nodded. “That’s why I also want to tie your hands.”
Lizzy frowned, unsure if she wanted to surrender that degree of control to him. The thought was shocking, but al
“Have I hurt you once this evening, Lizzy?”
“No—”
“I promise not to abuse your trust.”
“You could try trusting me not to look.”
He laughed and shook his head. “I do not think so.”
“It seems a unjust that you expect my trust when you will not extend any.”
“I suppose it does.” He held up a red scarf. “May I?”
With a deep breath, Lizzy nodded and closed her eyes as he wound the scarf around her wrist. He pulled her arm lightly to bring it closer to the bedpost, where he secured it with a knot.
The first wrist had been difficult for her, but she found letting him tie her second wrist to be nearly impossible. Only the reassuring smile curving his lips and the warmth in his dark eyes allowed her to go through with it. He fastened that wrist with a gold scarf before he tied a pink scarf around her eyes.
She laid there, for all intents helpless. Lizzy was unable to move and unable to see. Her stomach clenched in knots as she tried to anticipate what he would do next.
Lizzy stiffened and relaxed as she felt his warm breath caressing her thighs before his mouth settled on her quim. She had not realized men did such things, and it made her cry out in a mixture of shock and ecstasy.
He ran his tongue down her lips, then quickly darted it out to touch her nub. The feeling was intense, heightened by her inability to see him. The anticipation was intense and caused her juices to flow faster as her stomach quivered.
She felt the soft brush of his lips against her skin, then the soft wetness of his tongue as he gently licked her pearl. Her thighs tightened automatically when his hand slid between them. She made an effort to relax as he stroked her.
She gasped when his fingers parted her folds to allow his tongue better access. One impudent finger sought out the opening of her quim and slipped inside, only to be followed by another, slowly stretching the resisting membrane he found there. It was mildly uncomfortable, but the ministrations of his mouth blotted any discomfort.
His tongue’s tempo increased, and his fingers thrust in time with his darting tongue, until Lizzy could not keep her hips on the mattress. She thrust impatiently against him, moaning when he took her nubbin completely in his mouth. His other hand slipped under her arse to gently squeeze her cheeks. She pressed herself against his hand, then moaned and arched against his tongue and fingers. She was unable to decide which she wanted more.
He flicked his tongue across the hood of her clitoris. She writhed against the delightful torture until he sucked once, twice, three times in quick succession, and she came with a harsh sob.
Lizzy dug her heels, shoulders, and hips into the mattress and arched her back. The pulsing waves of her orgasm hadn’t even begun to fade when he repositioned himself between her thighs. Her eyes popped open as she looked at him with trepidation.
“This part will hurt for a few seconds.” He spoke tenderly as his cock plunged into her dripping quim. She was still sensitive, and it was a combination of pleasure and pain to have him filling her so completely.
His cock stimulated her swollen clit and caused her to whimper. When he breached the membrane of her virginity, she cried out in pain. “Stop.”
“Shush. If you can endure for a moment, the pain will fade.” He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. He didn’t continue thrusting, but he didn’t withdraw.
“It hurts,” she said with a moan.
“I know, my love, but it will soon feel good. Trust me.”
Did she? How could she without knowing him or even who he was? Yet, she somehow did, at least carnally. Lizzy struggled to relax, and when he started thrusting shallowly into her, she was surprised to find it much less painful. Another thrust further reduced the pain, and by the time he had set a slow, tender motion, she was getting more pleasure than discomfort from his movements.
“So tight,” he crooned as he kissed her temple. “I love you just like this.”
Her eyes widened, and she didn’t know whether to dismiss or accept his words. He had already seduced her and taken her maidenhead, so what would he gain by lying? Could his admission of love be genuine, or was he caught up in the passionate interlude?
She lost all ability to think as he moved a hand between them to caress her plump pearl while rocking his hips. She started thrusting upward to meet him, and soon, another onslaught of pleasure consumed her.
Stiffening, she cried out as her quim convulsed around his firm shaft. He hardened and twitched inside her sheath before warmth spilled from him, coating her insides. She clung to him as she rode out the waves of pleasure. He held tightly to her as well until they were both ravaged but replete.
When he started to pull away, she gripped his arse with her hands, digging her nails into his cheeks, and held him against her. “Stay,” she whispered.
“Yes.” He sounded breathless, and his voice was hoarse. He thrust into her a very few times before they were both moaning. She cried out as another orgasm engulfed her, simultaneously with his. He buried himself deep inside her for a long moment, and neither of them breathed.
Suddenly her breath exploded from her, and he relaxed slightly before he withdrew from her body. Lizzy waited until her heartbeat had slowed before she spoke. “Tell me your name.”
There was dead silence, and then he untied the scarves around her wrists. A few seconds later, she felt the blindfold being untied with gentle hands. She blinked a few times to get reacquainted with the dim light before she turned her gaze on him.
Chapter Two
LIZZY’S MOUTH DROPPED open in shock. There was also a tingle of something she refused to label as relief or excitement before anger surged to take its place. “How can this be? You are physically so different.”
Fitzwilliam Darcy looked briefly uncomfortable. “The militia hardened me.”
She frowned. “The militia? I do not understand.”
He stood up, clearly realizing she no longer wished to cuddle with him. “After your rejection, I was a wounded animal. I wanted only to run away and hide in my den. I could not, of course, but I needed an escape. I purchased a commission and spent most of the past few years fighting France. Yet, I could not stop thinking about you.”
She scoffed. “You do not expect me to believe my rejection sent you into danger’s path, and you still pine for me?”
He seemed earnest as he ran his fingers through his dark hair. “That is the honest truth, Lizzy.”
She scowled. “You do not know me well enough to use my first name, Mr. Darcy.”
Darcy laughed. “I know you quite well, and even more so now. We have been intimate, Miss Bennet.”
She flushed scarlet at the reminder and hastily jerked the coverlet over her nudity. “That was a mistake. This was all a mistake.” He closed his eyes, and his expression of agony seemed genuine. It bore a striking resemblance to the last time he’d confessed his most painful love for her, making her lips purse. “I cannot believe I fell for your trickery.” She shook her head. “Why did you do this to me, Darcy?”
His eyes opened, and he looked regretful. “I was certain you would not meet with me if you knew who I was.”
She looked away, frowning. “I would have invited you for tea. I owe you some words of thanks for revealing Wickham’s true character. I suppose you must have ceased your campaign to keep my sister and Charles apart as well.”
“I did.” He sighed, making her look back at him. “I did not know if you would even extend such a basic courtesy as to have tea with me, but tea is not what I want. I have loved you for so long, Lizzy. I cannot be without you anymore.”
She frowned. “Does your intolerable love for me still pain you?”
He flinched. “My proposal was clumsy and entirely too honest.”
Lizzy snorted. “Too honest, perhaps, but clearly how you felt. How could I have entertained the idea of marrying you when any affection you felt caused you agony?”
“I made a terrible error in judgment that day at Hunsford, Lizzy. I would undo it if I could. I would change every wretched interaction between us if it were possible, but I cannot. All I can do is prove my love and that I have changed. I am not the man I was then. I have accepted my love, and it has shaped me into the man before you.”
