The Venetian's Midnight Mistress
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Carole Mortimer
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CHAPTER ONE
Eight months laterâŚ
DANI was feeling hot and bothered by the time she arrived very lateâit was well after ten oâclockâto Eleniâs masquerade party.
A problem with a client had come up at the last moment, delaying her in getting ready. Then, when the taxi had arrived to drive her here, sheâd realised she had another problem. It was an extremely warm evening, and her gown was made out of soft gold and very heavy velvet, and the hoops beneath the skirts kept springing up and almost hitting her in the face.
How on earth, Dani wondered wrathfully, had women ever managed to move around in these clothes two hundred and fifty years ago, let alone eat or drink in them?
Dani gave her cloak to Jamieson the butler after being admitted to the house, before moving to the mirror in the hallway to check her appearance. The gold mask she wore covered her face from brow to top lip, and her red hair was covered with the white powder that had been the fashion of those days. The low neckline of the gold gown showed an expanse of breasts pushed up to a creamy swell by a corset, which also held her waist nipped in tightly, and the full skirt billowed out and over the gold slippers that matched the dress.
Yes, she was as ready as she was ever going to be to face all the other guests, who were already outside in the romantically lit garden.
Eleni had telephoned Dani yesterday so that she could tell her all about her plans for the masquerade party. The garden was to be lit only by lamps and strings of coloured lights in the trees and bushes, with a small orchestra hired to add to the romance of the evening. But even so Dani was totally unprepared for the magical appearance of everything and everyone when she stepped outside on her way to the rose garden where Jamieson had told her Brad and Eleni were greeting their guests.
The costumes of the two hundred or so guests were exquisite, and the masks even more soâa lot of them intricately decorated, especially those worn by Eleniâs Venetian relativesâgiving Dani a feeling of unreality, as if she really had stepped back into another time.
It was easy to see how and why, with so many corners of the spacious garden left in darkness, those flirtations Eleni had spoken of took place!
Dani quickly made her way to the rose garden, keeping a wary eye out for Eleniâs obnoxious brotherâa man she thankfully hadnât seen in the eight months since Eleni and Bradâs wedding, an occasion when they had all but ignored each other.
âIs that you, Dani?â Eleni greeted her warmly as soon as she saw her, her own Georgian-style costume an elegant red, her mask silver and her dark hair unpowdered.
âYou arenât supposed to know itâs me.â Dani frowned behind her mask.
âWe discussed these dresses onceâdonât you remember?â her friend said as Dani moved to kiss a Duke-of-Wellington-costumed Brad.
As it happened, Dani did remember the time she and Eleni had lain under an oak tree in the school grounds, waxing lyrical about how romantic it must have been to live in the seventeen hundreds, with all those manly heroes from the historical novels theyâd devoured. Until they had remembered that there had been no plumbing for instant hot baths in those times, nor the convenience of the telephone!
But like Eleni, Dani hadnât been able to resist wearing a beautiful gown in the style of that century this evening.
âYou both look very beautiful,â Brad told them gallantly.
He was nothing like those dark, almost satanic heroes Dani and Eleni had once drooled over, with his hair a golden blond and his eyes blue, but there was no doubting the happiness of Eleni and Bradâs marriage, Dani recognised almost wistfully, as Brad turned to give his wife a lingering kiss.
âJust tell me what Niccolo is wearing so that I can once again avoid him!â Dani begged of her friend as she realised she was holding up the receiving line.
âHeâs a pââ
âJust think of the DâAlessandro ancestry and youâll know him,â Eleni cut smoothly across Brad. âAnd you see all those good-looking men gathered by the bar?â She nodded towards five men laughing and talking together as they sipped champagne. âDâAlessandros every one,â she said with satisfaction. âYou met them all at the wedding last year, and Iâm sure that any one of them would be pleased to oblige you, if you know what I meanâŚ?â
âVery funny.â Dani shot her friend a silencing glare before moving off to join the rest of the guests strolling in the garden, knowing exactly what her friend was referring to even if Brad didnât. In the eight months since she had spoken to Eleni about her grandfatherâs will, Dani hadnât even come close to finding a solution to that particular problem.
But Eleni was right about the DâAlessandro men all being good-looking, Dani acknowledged ruefully as she stood a short distance away from them. All of them were dark-haired, very tall, with athletically fit bodies. In fact any one of them could be Niccolo, she realised in dismay.
One was dressed as a nobleman. Another as a priest. The third as a gondolier. The fourth was a nineteenth-century Italian soldier. The fifth was in Regency-style clothes.
Exactly what had Eleni meant by her cryptic comment about the DâAlessandro ancestry in reference to Niccoloâs costume?
âChampagneâŚ?â
She turned to find a rakish-looking pirate standing at her sideâanother one of Eleniâs DâAlessandro cousins? This manâs dark hair was pulled back and tied with a black bow at his nape, and a black mask covered his face from brow to top lip. Tight black trousers were tucked into black boots, emphasising the long length of his legs, a black sash was about his waist, and a long black leather tunic was worn over the white billowy shirt that was de rigueur for any respectable pirate.
Except pirates werenât respectable by definition, were they?
This one certainly didnât look as if he was. Dark, dark eyes glittered through the slits in the mask as his gaze roamed boldly over Dani, from her toes to her powdered hair and then back to her face behind the gold mask.
âChampagneâŚ?â he prompted again huskily, and he held out one of the two glasses he held in his hands.
Dani swallowed hard, not taking her gaze off the pirate for even a second. It was one thing to fantasise about meeting a man like this when you were an impressionable teenager. Another thing altogether, at the age of twenty-four, to find yourself face to face with a man who looked as if he were every bit as dangerous as the pirate he was dressed as.
Which meant he definitely had to be a DâAlessandro cousin!
Still, it was a masquerade party, where no names were exchanged and there would be no expectations after tonight. Eleni was right; it could be fun for Dani to just anonymously enjoy herself for one evening.
Until ten minutes ago Niccolo had been finding the evening tedious. Conversation became louder as bottles of champagne began to disappear, the laughter too shrill, the flirtations more obviousâand the culmination of those flirtations was obvious as couples began to disappear off into the darkness of the garden.
But Niccolo had never particularly enjoyed the Venetian Festival, and he certainly had no intention of being lured into the privacy of the surrounding trees by any of the women who had so far tried to tempt him.
As usual, he had kept a wary eye out for the sharp-tongued Daniella Bell as each of the female guests had arrived, but at ten oâclock he had assumed that she either wasnât here at all or he had missed her in the crowd.
In fact, until he had seen the woman in the gold gown enter the garden, he had been considering taking a bottle of champagne and disappearing into the relative privacy of Eleniâs conservatory.
The womanâs hair was powdered white, and she had a heart-shaped beauty mark above her top lip. The creamy swell of her breasts was inviting above the low neckline of the gold gown, and her arms were white and slender, a gold fan held in one of her delicately graceful hands.
Her very stillness made her stand out from the rest of the guests as she looked slowly about her with an almost untouchable air of separation from those about her.
It was a feeling Niccolo easily recognised and related to. As head of the DâAlessandro family and banking consortium he had to keep himself apart out of necessity. The fact that he hadnât yet found a woman suitable to become the DâAlessandro bride only added to his aloofness.
But he put on hold his plan to disappear the moment he saw the woman in the gold gown. Instead he collected two glasses of champagne and made his way determinedly towards her before any of the other men present sensed her air of detachment and saw it as the same challenge he did.
She was even more alluring close up, her skin as pale as milk. The colour of her eyes was not discernible behind the mask in the poorly illuminated garden, but somehow Niccolo thought they would be blue. Her perfect bow of a mouth was highly erotic, with that heart-shaped beauty mark above the fuller top lip, and Niccolo believed the hair beneath the powder would probably be a rich burnished gold.
Dani felt slightly flustered by the intensity of that dark gazeânot sure that encouraging this man by accepting a glass of champagne would be a good idea. Although she had no doubt that the more mischievous Eleni wouldnât have hesitated.
âThank you.â Her voice was husky as she took the glass of champagne the pirate presented to her, not quite managing to avoid touching the manâs long, slender fingers as she did so, and feeling something like an electric jolt up her arm as her own fingers briefly made contact with his.
âOur hostess has strictly forbidden us the use of our own names,â he said with a wicked smile. âSo, if you have no objection, I would like to call you Belladonna.â
His voice was very deep and very sexy. Dani suddenly became aware that she was slowly being seduced.
âAs in the poison?â she said pertly.
His teeth gleamed very white in the darkness as he grinned at her appreciatively. âAs in beautiful lady,â he corrected softly. âAnd you are very beautiful.â
Daniâs smile widened at the compliment. âHow can you possibly tell?â
âWould you really like me to tell you?â
Slowly being seduced? This manâs intent had just gone up a couple of notches!
But it was fun, she realised with dawning wonder. More fun than sheâd had in a very long time.
âYes, please,â she invited.
âYou have skin like white satin, a mouth that was surely made for kissing, and breastsââ
âI think perhaps you should stop there!â Had she thought only a couple of notches? Make that a dozen or so! She was starting to feel light-headed from all this flattery, and she had only sipped at the champagne.
âPerhaps for the momentâŚâ He gave in gracefully with an inclination of his head. âWould you care to dance?â
Would she? The idea certainly had its appeal. But who was this man? The dark hair, swarthy skin and slight accent gave no clue other than that he was probably a DâAlessandro relative. What if he should turn outâhorror of horrors!âto be Niccolo DâAlessandro himself?
It would be just her luck, when they all removed their masks at midnight, to discover she had spent the evening flirting with Niccolo!
No, she realised with some relief as she glanced briefly across at the other DâAlessandro men. They had just been joined by a sixth man, even taller than they were and dressed very lavishly, and his regal air of arrogance was unmistakably that of Eleniâs brother.
Dani relaxed slightly as she turned back to the pirate at her side. âAnd what do I call you?â
âWhat would you like to call me?â he countered.
Dani felt a quiver of excitement down her spine as her body was suffused with a heat that was in no way connected to the warmth of this beautiful summer evening.
This really was a seductive experience, she thought. To be complimented, enticed by a man she didnât know, and who didnât know her, and whose attention seemed to be fixed intensely on her. No wonder the Venetian Festival was so popular!
She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, that butterfly fluttering in her stomach increasing as she sensed his dark gaze watching the movement.
âCome, Bella, what is your fantasy? Tonight I will be whoever you wish me to be.â
Dani hadnât even known she had a fantasy until now. âMorgan,â she breathed. âI would like to call you Morgan.â
âAfter the pirate Henry Morgan?â the pirate said with a nod. âIt is appropriate.â
Dani tilted her head. âAlthough I somehow think you must be a relative of EleniâsâŚ?â
He laughed. âNo names. No personal details. Those are the rules, are they not? Now, would you care to dance? Or perhaps a walk in the garden would be more to your liking?â
Dani eyed the dozen or so couples moving slowly to the music on the temporary dance floor that had been set up in front of the small orchestra, tempted by the idea of being taken in his armsâmore than tempted. But did she really want to be that close to a man who already made her feel like behaving more recklessly than she ever had before?
For the moment, noâŚ
âA walk, I think,â she accepted, careful not to touch him this time as he took the champagne glass from her and placed both of them on the tray of a passing waiter.
Despite her care in not touching him, he immediately took hold of her hand and placed it in the crook of his arm as they strolled through the dimly lit garden. His arm felt like tempered steel beneath her fingertips, the billowy sleeves of his shirt hardly any barrier to the heat of his skin at all.
Niccolo, sensing that his Belladonna was about to remove her hand from his arm, moved to place his other hand over the top of hers, determined not to relinquish this small contact with her.
She was enchanting, tiny perfection, her hand small and delicate beneath his much larger one, and the coloured lanterns and the light of the moon threw the beauty of her breasts and the bareness of her arms into shadowed relief.
He could never remember being this immediately attracted to any woman before. The muted lighting and softly romantic music no doubt added to the seduction of the evening, but nevertheless Niccolo knew it was the intriguing air of mystery that surrounded the woman at his side that gave such enchantment to the meeting and held him captive.
For once he didnât have to be the respected and respectable Niccolo DâAlessandro. His anonymity allowed him to be bolder, less reserved than was his normal custom. And he already knew where he wanted that boldness to take him with this womanâŚNo doubt Eleni would be able to tell him exactly who his Belladonna was if he were to ask her, but Niccolo found that he didnât want to do that, preferring to savour each new discovery about this woman as it emerged.
He turned to her in concern as he felt the slight tremor of her tiny fingers beneath his. âAre you cold?â he enquired as he looked down at her.
Those softly pouting lips curved into an enigmatic smile. âNot at all,â she assured him.
Cold? Daniâs thoughts echoed shakily. She was so aware of this man, so sensitised to the almost feline strength of his body as he walked beside her, to the touch of the fingers that curved so possessively about hers, that she wasnât sure she could even think straight, let alone know whether she was hot or cold!
She was hot, she discovered when she concentrated on the question. Hot, hot, hot!
Every part of her felt tinglingly alive, and she was totally aware of the man beside her as she breathed shallowly, her breasts feeling full, her nipples hard and oh so sensitive as they pressed against her corset.
Again Niccolo felt the slight quiver of this womanâs fingers beneath his. âYou are cold,â he insisted.
âWellâperhaps a little,â she allowed breathlessly.
Niccoloâs gaze was riveted on the fullness of her slightly parted lips as she looked up at him. Their softness was an invitation he was finding it more and more difficult to resist.
He could no longer resist!
She tasted of champagne and honey, those lips as soft and delicious as Niccolo had imagined they would be. He gathered her close against him and feasted, sipping, tasting, deepening the kiss as he felt the surge of desire course through his body when he moulded her slender curves against him.
Dani was lost from the first moment those firmly sculptured lips claimed hers. And as she felt the leashed power behind her pirateâs kiss, the hard throb of his thighs against hers, she knew that he wanted to do much more than just kiss her.
And, dear Lord, she wanted so much more than that too!
Tonight she wanted to forget everything else but this man and the seduction of the evening. Wanted to lose herself in the passion of his kisses and the promised pleasure of the hardness of his body.
She wanted him. Wildly. Frantically. Heatedly.
The realisation shocked her at the same time as she pressed her body longingly against his, her arms moving up about the broadness of his shoulders as her lips parted to deepen the kiss.
Nothing else mattered other than the intensity of the desire, the arousal, that surged through her body. The need to feel. To live only for this moment and to hell with tomorrow.
She moaned low in her throat as his hand moved from her waist to her breast, lingering there, cupping her, those long, warm fingers a caress on the bareness of her skin above the gown before they dipped lower, seeking and finding the hardened nub, and that single touch across the sensitised tip sent rivulets of pleasure throbbing between her thighs.
Her pirateâs hands moved to cup her bottom and pull her against his thighs, against the rigid hardness there that told her of his own arousal. At the same time his tongue moved erotically across her bottom lip before surging beyond, capturing, claiming, as he tasted every part of her.
Niccolo wanted this woman now.
Right now!
His earlier aversion to couples disappearing off into the trees was totally forgotten as he held the woman of his dreams in his arms and tasted and caressed her with the same burning need, only the two of them existing as their kisses deepened hungrily.
Then a teasing laugh from somewhere amongst the shelter of the trees permeated the desire that had clouded his brain, and he drew abruptly back to rest his forehead against hers, his breathing ragged.
âI think perhaps we should go somewhere a little moreâprivate. Do you agree?â he murmured ruefully.
She hesitated only fractionally before giving an affirmative nod of her head.
Niccolo moved back slightly, his hand sliding caressingly down her arm before he laced his fingers with her much smaller ones, only lingering long enough to once more kiss her hungrily on the lips before he turned to guide her towards the relative privacy of his sisterâs home.
Dani felt slightly dazed by the intensity of her arousal, was beyond thought, beyond anything but being the focus of this manâs single-minded desire.
She wanted to be naked with him, wanted to touch and caress the broadness of his muscled back, ached to feel all that nakedness against her own. There would be plenty of time tomorrow, all her tomorrows, to be the much more cautious and emotionally bruised Dani Bell.
On paper she was a twenty-four-year-old divorcee. But the reality was differentâso totally different.
Her disaster of a marriage to Philip had made her wary of men and physical relationships. As Eleni had once pointed out so succinctly, there had been no one in her life since the end of her marriage to Philip two and a half years ago.
The failure of that marriage had made her doubt her own attractiveness to men. But there was no doubting that her pirate found her attractive, that he wanted her, and part of her so ached to feel wanted, to feel desired, if not loved.
Nevertheless, she kept a wary eye out for Eleni as she and her pirate strolled back towards the house; she would never hear the end of it if her friend should spot Dani disappearing with one of her DâAlessandro cousins!
âI do not intend to do anything you do not want me to do,â Niccolo promised as he sensed the onset of doubt in the woman who walked so gracefully and silently beside him. At least he hoped he would have the control not to take things any further than this woman wanted them to go.
The reality was he wanted her so badly that his normally rigid control was in jeopardy of deserting him. Only the earlier interruption of that laugh had stopped him from enticing her into the trees with him and making love to her right then and there.
This immediacy was totally out of character for Niccolo.
There had been many women in his life over the last twenty years, and some of them had become a mistress for several months, but with none of them had he felt this driving need to know, to touch, to make love until they were both weak and satiated. And then start all over again.
Eleniâs conservatory was in darkness as Niccolo opened the door and allowed the woman at his side to enter first, before closing and locking the door firmly behind them, shutting out the noise of the other partygoers and all but the muted strains of the small orchestra.
Daniâs hand moved to cover his as he would have switched on one of the lamps. âItâs moreâin keeping with the evening this way,â she whispered, inwardly knowing that if he switched on a light the magic of this encounter would be broken and she would run awayâprobably screaming.
Philipâs uncontrollable and unwarranted jealousy had made Dani not just wary, but actually fearful of physical relationships, and she was sure that the only thing that was giving her courage now was the mask each of them was wearing and the anonymity the darkness afforded.
In fact, the veritable forest of exotic plants and trees that Eleni nurtured in her conservatory effected such a feeling of privacy, of heightened expectancy, that it seemed to Dani as if the two of them were alone on some lush desert island. Which was very fitting, considering he was dressed as a pirate!
âYouâve been here before?â he asked, as Dani confidently made her way to where the sofa and chairs were situated.
âOnce or twice,â she replied, not wanting to give away even that much of herself.
Behaving with uncharacteristic recklessness was one thing, having this man discover her identity as Eleniâs best friend was something else entirely!
She turned to face him, stepping closer to let her hands slide slowly up his silk-covered chest. âWe arenât supposed to be asking personal questions, remember?â
âI remember,â he murmured, as his arms moved about her waist to draw her close against him and his head lowered so that his lips could claim hers.
Heaven.
There was absolutely no other way for Dani to describe the pleasure that surged through her as the kiss deepened, as her lips parted to the silky caress of his tongue before it slowly entered her mouth.
Oh, God!
Daniâs legs went weak at this slow, sensuous plundering, her arms tightening on his shoulders as she clung. He moulded her against him from breast to thigh, their legs entwined.
It had been too long, she acknowledged achingly. Far too long. And it had never been like this before. Ever.
Daniâs head swam, her body feeling completely, totally alive as the man she knew only as Morgan continued to kiss her. His hands moved restlessly across her back before cupping her bottom and pulling her even tighter against him, allowing her once again to feel the heat of his arousal as her own thighs melted into liquid fire.
That heat intensified, became almost unbearable, as one of his hands caressed the bare tops of her breasts, igniting her so that she longed to have him caress her more fully, and her nipples were hard and aching for his touch as she pressed closer in silent appeal.
But the magic stopped, abruptly ceased, the moment she felt his hand move up to the ties at the back of her mask.
âNo!â She broke the kiss to protest, breathing hard as she backed away slightly, cheeks burning, eyes feverish. âNo,â she repeated more calmly, as she sensed him looking at her questioningly. âItâs moreâexciting this way, donât you think?â
More exciting? Niccolo mused wryly. If things became any more exciting the two of them were going to go up in flames! But perhaps she was rightâperhaps it was the fact that they were both masked, their identities secret, that made this whole experience so uniquely erotic.
She moved her body enticingly against his, the elusive perfume of her skin, the way her breasts swelled above her low-cut gown, once again holding him in thrall.
Niccolo drew in a sharp breath as his body pulsed, throbbed in answer to all that she was offering. âIââ He broke off as she pressed her fingertips against his mouth and played them lightly over his bottom lip before one dipped provocatively inside in silent invitation.
An invitation Niccolo was powerless to resist.
He held her against him and his tongue moved moistly across her finger, licking, enticing, making it hot and wet. The same way Niccolo wanted her as she lay beneath him. Or on top of him. He didnât care whichâŚ
