The Passion of Darius
Raine Miller
PRAISE FOR
The Passion of Darius
I loved the mixture of historical romance and BDSM. I loved the conflict and inner turmoil I found in The Passion of Darius. I loved so much about this book. It reached in and grabbed hold of my heart until I was laughing and crying for both of them.
THE BOOKISH SNOB~
I loved everything about this book. I adored how Darius loved her with all of his heart and did everything he could for his Marianne. This is a story of redemption for her as well, as she came to grip with her past through the love of her man.
Author, DM McDANIEL~
This historical romance from Raine Miller is wonderful. A secret love that has been hidden for years grows more and more intense and all consuming, until an opportunity presents itself for total domination and submission. A love story truly rare and precious.
ANGELA C.~
I'll just say that it has been a long while since I've actually shed some tears while reading a romance...This story is a keeper for me.
FARAH’S REVIEWS~
Love, love, love this historical novella by Raine Miller. Having had read The Blackstone Affair first, I knew that Ms. Miller's historical romance books had tie-ins to The Blackstone Affair and would play a role in future books of that series. I adored Darius *fanning myself* -- Dominant yet loving, and sensitive and charming to boot. As always with any Raine Miller book, I was not left disappointed.
BECCA THE BIBLIOPHILE~
The Blackstone Affair
Ethan Blackstone is the most swoon-worthy male character I’ve ever encountered.
COLLEEN HOOVER, New York Times Bestselling Author~
The title of this book is so aptly named as her characters are stripped Naked down to their bare feelings and what they do to one another.
FLIRTY & DIRTY BOOK BLOG~
Erotica with heart has never been so lovely. Although The Blackstone Affair is now over, there were some great teases of future writing to come. OH! And also, Millers’ book, The Passion of Darius has a tie in! Rare and Precious Things was a masterful ending to a phenomenal series.
KT BOOK REVIEWS~
Fast paced, page turner with smart-mouth characters. Leaves you with just enough steam coming out of your panties to keep you hanging on long enough for, All In.
EROTIC SMUT REVIEWS~
Eyes Wide Open is a jaw-dropping, heart-palpitating, pulse-racing thrill ride of emotion, romance, lust, and ultimately, the most unconditional and unforgettable of loves.
KATIE ASHLEY, New York Times Bestselling Author~
Bravo Raine Miller, I slowly savored every word of this gorgeous story, the flow of Rare and Precious Things was flawless, and when it was over, I was crying happy tears. I am so emotionally invested in these characters, not only Ethan and Brynne, but all of them. I have thoroughly enjoyed it every step of the way! I would also recommend Ms. Miller's historical books The Passion of Darius and The Undoing of a Libertine, as there are connections throughout this series that make it so much fun!
J. GERSCHICK~
Other titles by Raine Miller
The UNDOING of a LIBERTINE
The Blackstone Affair
NAKED
ALL IN
EYES WIDE OPEN
CHERRY GIRL
RARE and PRECIOUS THINGS
The Passion of Darius
RAINE MILLER
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Copyright © 2014 by Raine Miller Romance
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DEDICATION
For my beautiful family.
“I have crossed oceans of time to find you.”
~Dracula to Mina
Table of Contents
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
EPILOGUE
RAINE MILLER
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
My path to becoming a writer began with this little book. The voices spoke to me until they had to come out onto the page. I don’t quite know exactly when that magical transformation occurred but I do know that it happened with this story. And for that I will always hold dear my gratefulness for these two special lovers finding their way into my life. Darius is special for another reason—and he knows why. His name is the first word of my first story ever to see the light of day. Firsts are important…
If you are not already aware, there is a connection between The Passion of Darius and my Blackstone Affair series. The books are connected through people and place over nearly two hundred years. Especially book four in that series, Rare and Precious Things. *winks* You’ll just have to read to find out how.
My eternal thanks to all of the lovely fans who write to me and inspire me to create characters that they can enjoy, sharing right along with them on their journeys of loving and hurting, suffering and growing, redeeming and forgiveness. What could be better, right? *waves and blows kisses*
xxoo Raine
CHAPTER 1
The Declaration
Somerset Coast, 1837
DARIUS chose his seat strategically every Sunday. Close enough to catch her scent just from sitting behind her in church. He waited for it, knowing what would come, for he was familiar with her choice of perfume. The soft essence of violets floated to him, its delicate sweetness stirring and calming both at once. Savoring the instant when he could draw even the tiniest part of her into himself, Darius indulged in the simple pleasure of breathing her.
Her neck was his favorite. He loved to look at the place where her coffee-colored hair swept up with just a few strands escaping. Indulging in wild dreams about her, he imagined how she’d look with all those glorious waves spilling down over her pale, naked flesh. Of how he would brush it aside and put his lips to that spot he so desired to know. He thought of the triumph of possessing her totally. Of her soft, pliant body beneath his hard, commanding one, accepting him inside when he took her.
Wanting her so badly was nothing new. He’d known the feeling for a long time. Marianne was perfection in Darius’s opinion.
Marianne might be perfect, but her father was an idiot. Mr. George was a weak man. He had turned to drink after the death of his wife, bringing them to the brink of ruin with his drinking and gambling. At the pace he was going, Darius figured her father’s descent would sit well with his own plans regardless. Being a patient man, Darius didn’t think he would have to wait much longer. Her father would see to that for him.
THE hair on the back of her neck tingled and she knew. His eyes were on her. Again. Marianne looked around as soon as the service ended. Yes, indeed. He stood there staring—his dark eyes calling her to meet his gaze.
Her father nodded politely at him. “Mr. Rourke, good day.”
“Mr. George. Miss Marianne, you look well today.” Mr. Rourke greeted
both of them warmly, but his eyes rested only on her.
“Yes, sir, my Marianne is very fine. She takes after her mother, God rest her soul.” He crossed himself. “I daresay there’s not any more beautiful to be found in all of Somerset,” he boasted.
Marianne wanted to crawl under a pew in mortification. Why did Papa say such things? His thinly disguised attempt to throw her into the path of a wealthy gentleman such as Darius Rourke was grossly inappropriate. She felt her neck flush with heat.
“Papa, please!” She pulled at her father’s arm to lead him away. Offering a sympathetic look to Mr. Rourke, she mouthed a silent, “I am sorry,” for her father’s boorishness before turning to leave.
“What? Can a father not want the best for his child? He admires you! It would serve you well to encourage him, lass!” He practically shouted his opinions at Marianne as she led him out to the churchyard. Mr. Rourke would have to be deaf not to have heard.
“Shhh, Papa!” She vowed silently to skip church next Sunday for she didn’t know how she could face Mr. Rourke after this horrifying display.
Something compelled her to turn around. And Marianne knew exactly what would be waiting when she did.
Still standing in the same spot, tracking her, Mr. Rourke smiled, his perception all-knowing, as if he’d been assured she’d turn back to him.
Oh, dear God! I must be in hell.
At least a decade older than her, Mr. Rourke was a quiet man, possessing an air of mystery that hinted at the level of intensity to his character, but remained properly veiled under the gentlemanly comportment of his station. He conveyed a subtle influence in most of his dealings with others, not entirely discernible in anything he said or did, but recognizable nonetheless. Marianne thought him handsome. With his noble features, he attracted the notice of many women. Tall and broad shouldered, he filled out his fine European suits brilliantly. His skin held a darker cast than was typical for an Englishman, a golden hue that complemented the dark hair and eyes perfectly. He was simply beautiful.
But male beauty aside, Darius Rourke wasn’t for her. No man was for her.
Marianne couldn’t fathom why he would even show an interest. Her upbringing had been respectable enough, a gentleman’s daughter, but their situation had declined perilously in recent years. Her dowry had long since gone by way of drink and cards. Papa had seen to that. Marianne shuddered, thinking about the debts Papa incurred on his forays into town.
Still, whenever their paths crossed, Mr. Rourke made a point to pay her specific courtesy and deference. He was never anything less than a gentleman in his behavior towards her, but Marianne detected an undercurrent. There was something about his attentions that unsettled her. Thoroughly. Like he could peer right inside her and know her every thought. When he cast those flashing dark eyes of his in her direction she felt exposed and vulnerable, on the verge of being devoured. By him.
He might even be more aware of her “need” than she thought, from the way his gaze could penetrate. After an encounter with him she always came away feeling a little shaken, breathless, and confounded.
IT took the passing of another month before Marianne’s father ruined them completely. This pleased Darius for it worked into his plans rather seamlessly.
Darius summoned father and daughter to his home under the guise of a summer picnic. With lunch al fresco, and then strawberry picking, he figured an opportunity would likely result. There would be others attending as well, of course, friends and neighbors, Mr. Jeremy Greymont, the Rothvales, the Bleddingtons, and the Carstones.
Darius felt himself harden just from the thought of spending so many hours with her so close. It was becoming a challenge for him to control the urges. Yes, Miss Marianne George would be here at his home this day, and he knew the time for waiting was over. She was coming for a picnic, true, but he had other plans in mind for his Marianne.
Yes, mine.
Darius could not help the sway of his heart. He wanted Marianne and only her, for he found her to be perfect, meant for him in a way that prevented him from considering any other but her. He dreamed about her constantly. Dreamed of making her his, of claiming her, making love to her, envisioning his body all over her body, of being inside her. His dreams of Marianne were always erotic and very vivid. These and similar thoughts of Marianne George obsessed him.
He’d only come back to Somerset a mere six months ago, after being away for years. Darius had thought he might have put his infatuation for Marianne George aside during the long absence, but that’d proved false the second he’d laid eyes on her again.
Waiting for her had been a challenge while she grew up. And through the years he’d ever admired her, she was forever in his head, tempting him mercilessly. Now she had grown up a most beautiful woman, unattached to any man and ready to be plucked. He thought her silky, dark hair, blue eyes, and lush figure magnificent, but there were other reasons for the attraction.
She did not throw herself at him, as many other young ladies tried to do. Marianne George was a complex young woman, and Darius was sure he understood the reason. There was more to her than youthful beauty, much more.
She had fire in her waiting to be stoked. This he could tell. He also suspected that submitting to him, to his dominance, would appeal to her. He’d noticed that he could make her look at him when he stared at her, and that she definitely waited for his gaze. The looks she returned mesmerized him. Her eyes smoldered, like burning embers waiting for a rush of air to fan them into flame.
Darius was certain. The dominance would be lovingly bestowed of course. If Marianne craved it, then he needed to be the one to give it to her. He would offer to her that which she desired.
MARIANNE’S cheeks burned hot. She could only imagine the deep color of her blush. Sitting right next to her, she could sense Mr. Rourke’s eyes staring because her neck tingled. Nothing new there. This game they’d been playing had gone on for weeks and needed to cease. Today.
She braved a glance. His black eyes glittered at her. He smiled as if he’d expected her to look. She grasped at anything to say and came up with very little except, “The day is lovely. You picked a good one for your party, Mr. Rourke.”
“Yes…so lovely,” he answered, his eyes roaming over her.
She got the impression he wasn’t referring to the weather and felt supremely stupid. She would do better just to keep her mouth closed before more half-witted nonsense left it.
“I’m so happy you’re here, Miss Marianne. I hope today is just the first of many visits.”
She shook her head. “Oh, I don’t—”
“I say it’s time for the berry picking! They’re sweetest when the sun is high,” Miss Byrony Everley announced her opinion to the group.
Marianne thought her dear friend’s interruption especially timely.
“Byrony! It’s Mr. Rourke’s party and for him to say,” her mother admonished.
“No worries, Lady Rothvale,” he said, rising from the grass. “I am not in the least offended, and I venture that Miss Byrony’s suggestion is a good one.” His voice turned rich and his words slower. “I’d hate for the full sweetness of the strawberries to be missed.” And then he looked right at Marianne’s mouth.
Oh, dear God! Marianne swallowed hard, thinking she was in very deep trouble.
“’Twould be a tragedy to pass up the sweet.” He held his hand down to her. “Shall we?”
She couldn’t refuse him. Not in front of everyone. Mr. Rourke was her host, and it would be rude not to defer to his desire to accompany her. Marianne put her hand out and felt it clasped in a warm grip. Maybe more than warm. His skin was hot—melting hot. He pulled her effortlessly up to standing, right at his chin.
Damn her if she didn’t look up at his rich, brown eyes again. What in the world was wrong with her? She didn’t want his attentions! Darius Rourke rattled her soundly. He had a way of making her forget why she couldn’t receive him. She supposed the time was nearing that she’d have to tell him so
. But for right now she calmly accepted the basket he handed over to her and watched as he got one for himself, and before she knew it, was being led with the others, down the path to the glade with her arm wrapped through his.
Idiot!
DARIUS felt he could be in heaven, or possibly as close as he would ever get. For the moment, he had Marianne all to himself. Slowly, he’d steered her away from the others to where he thought the quietness might relax her a little. Darius didn’t fool himself. He knew she was wary of him and realized that if his plan were to work he’d have to earn her trust.
He found Marianne mesmerizing and could just watch her unendingly. He admired how graceful her hands were; watching as her fingers gently pushed aside green leaves to search for the heart-shaped fruit. She parted her lips just a bit whenever she found a cache of berries hidden beneath the greenery. The pleasure of observing as she ate a few of the berries had been the definite high point. Marianne had a beautiful mouth.
“Oh! A blackberry vine has pushed in over here,” she said.
Darius came right to where she peered into the tangle, standing just behind her shoulder. “They grow as wild as weeds, sprouting up in new spots each year, so I’m not surprised.” A few errant curls had come loose, and there was a bit of leaf right above her ear.
Delectable.
He wanted his lips right above her ear so he could flick out his tongue and get a taste of her. What would she taste like? He had to force himself to respond coherently. “But it’s a tad early for blackberries yet. By the end of July they’ll be bursting with sweet juice. You’ll come back then,” he told her.
