Mr. Darcy Confesses His Love

By Maria Dashwood

A secret kiss. A sister's betrayal. Can Mr. Darcy sacrifice pride for the ultimate prize, Miss Elizabeth, warm and willing, in his marriage bed?

 

After rejecting Mr. Darcy's first proposal, a visit to Pemberley and fate offers Elizabeth a second chance. And the attraction between them has only grown. But even if Mr. Darcy has taken steps to repair the broken beginning between Mr. Bingley and Jane, will their love survive Lydia's betrayal?

 

Since botching his proposal at Hunsford, Mr. Darcy's passion for Miss Elizabeth Bennet has only grown. When his sister, Georgiana, invites the Gardiners and Elizabeth to stay the night, a midnight encounter brings them together, but betrayal may tear them apart. Will Mr. Darcy sacrifice pride for the ultimate prize, Miss Elizabeth Bennet in his marriage bed?

 

Lose yourself in an intimate evening with Mr. Darcy Confesses His Love, a steamy Pride and Prejudice variation of 15,500 words.

 

If you enjoy Mr. Darcy's sensual side, start reading now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pemberley Playground Press
• Release date: May 30, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393016281

Book preview

Chapter 1

Oh! Look at this, Elizabeth! Mrs. Gardiner said, catching her breath as she pointed to the portrait above the mantelpiece in Pemberley’s main hallway. Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy was rendered in bold strokes in front of a fine chestnut steed.

Humph, Mr. Gardiner said, nodding at the portrait before turning to look at a series of Indian elephants, carved in ivory, on the mantle beneath. Splendid horse.

Sleek, and well maintained, said Mrs. Gardiner with a sly glance at Elizabeth. A fine stallion.

The frame, white with gold filigree around the edges, highlighted the horse’s defined musculature, black mane and gentle eyes. Mr. Darcy's eyes were gentle too, Elizabeth conceded, so different from his cold, hard gaze at the Netherfield ball. Different too from the intensity of his ardent declaration at Hunsford.

In Mr. Darcy’s home, she met the ghost of a different man. His features had always been striking. In the face of his insults and confounding behavior, she had admitted him handsome, at least to herself. Now, staring at this new rendering of him, their last encounter further conflicted her. At Hunsford, anger had consumed her in a righteous passion. The bond of sisterhood was more powerful than the tendrils of desire Elizabeth had relentlessly ignored in his presence. But faced with his image and her memories of his declaration, Elizabeth felt a different, embarrassing heat.

Such attraction was a betrayal of Jane. Besides, even if Mr. Darcy made amends, he would want nothing further to do with her. Elizabeth had made it dreadfully clear how little she wanted to do with him. Now, listening to his housekeeper’s sincere approbation, Elizabeth questioned herself. If only half of what Mrs. Reynolds said was true, Elizabeth had made a mistake and perhaps turned aside the possibility of love.

No.

Earning the regard of a housekeeper was far different from courtship. If Mr. Darcy had even courted with her. Likely that was the intention behind all of his staring?

Vexing man!

Elizabeth and her aunt were upstairs on the second floor, observing the detailed plasterwork and the home’s collection of Grecian statues, when a commotion came from the lower level. Mrs. Reynolds cocked her head. Is that Mr. Darcy with Miss Georgiana? She smiled. He is returned early!

Mr. Darcy is here? Elizabeth repeated stupidly.

Mrs. Reynolds started towards the stairs, and they followed.

The stairway opened into a large foyer that led outside. The door was open and Mr. Darcy stood just beyond Elizabeth taking off his hat and gloves and smiling down at a demure, fair-haired young woman of about fifteen years. Miss Georgiana, presumably, laughed, and he smiled. Unguarded, he looked even more handsome to Elizabeth.

Mr. Darcy looked up, and his expression froze. Miss Elizabeth.

You have met? Mrs. Gardiner’s eyes widened. When?

He is friends with Mr. Bingley, Elizabeth explained. Who leased Netherfield last autumn.

Mr. Bingley. Mrs. Gardiner’s tone was still polite, if less warm.

Mr. Darcy. Elizabeth curtsied. Her face heated as their gazes met. We had not thought you in residence, Mr. Darcy. Else she would have objected far more to this visit.

Mr. Darcy would be with in his right to cut her directly, and even if he did not, it would surprise her if he spoke beyond what formality prescribed.

Instead, when their gazes met, Elizabeth was surprised to see him nod.

Her face was on fire, and she shifted, letting go her skirts and swiping her fingers over them.

Is he glad to see me? Is it possible that he will not shun my very existence? As if in answer, his lips quirked into a slight smile, with an earnestness that felt to her like a delicious beam that warmed her to her toes.

Am I glad to see him?

This seemed a further betrayal. At Mr. Darcy’s suggestion, Mr. Bingley had broken Jane’s heart, and now Elizabeth made eyes at the source of Jane’s unhappiness. If Darcy had cut her, it would have been far worse.

Perhaps.

Mr. Darcy, this is my aunt and uncle, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner. Elizabeth said.

A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Allow me to show you about my home, if you have not completed your tour?

Mr. Gardiner looked from Elizabeth to Mr. Darcy. It would be an honor.

Again, Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy’s gazes locked. Be careful what you wish for, Elizabeth chastised herself. He has not cut you. Nor has he made amends. There was that slight smile on Mr. Darcy’s lips again – his soft, kissable lips. Get a hold of yourself, Elizabeth.

Chapter 2

Fitzwilliam, please, Georgiana pleaded, looking up at her brother. Let them dine with us this evening!

Darcy cleared his throat to thwart her enthusiasm, but Georgiana continued unabashed. It