The Dangerous Duke of Blackton Manor

Where theres a Will, there must be a way out.

Disgusting delusional excuse of a man.

Isabella stomped up the main staircase in a very un lady like way to the guest room which had been allocated to her in recent months, since it had made much more sense for her to stay when caring for the old Duke, than to travel home late into the night.

How dare he! Her hand twitched from the impact it had made with that idiotic rakes perfectly cut cheek.

'Dam him dam him' She muttered to herself.

When she had first seen him standing in the shadows of his father's chamber she had been stunned, stunned by how handsome he looked, dripping wet from the storm outside, shadows highlighting his perfectly formed face. Dam him!

He didn't seem a man to be reckoned with, he stood watching his dying father and the pain she briefly witnessed in his face before he had control over his emotions had gone straight to her heart, he was a man suffering. She knew grief. It had become her only companion at one point.

She knew the rumours that surrounded Harrison Blackton. She didn't know what she had heard at the side of that sickbed. Was it an admission of guilt?

He might have the title of a gentleman but he certainly was not one.

How could he treat her in such a way? He didn't know her, to assume such a thing, that she and late Duke...to proposition her so and treat her like such a light skirt.

Completely delusional to think such a relationship was between them. Grief could do strange things to a person, she would not forget this morning.

She stepped inside her chamber and stood with her back against the closed door. She looked at her palm as the sting began to fade.

She had just slapped The Duke of Alderman, and he had bloody deserved it.

How would she face him again? She knew she was going to have to very soon. She was so angry at him, his behaviour, yet she was more angry at herself, for the way his touch had made her feel..alive. For the first time in a long time.

His touch had drawn her body in, but his words had shut her out.

She would never admit that for Maybe for a fraction of a second, She had taken in the sight of his hard naked flesh, and felt fire rise her. No. She would never admit that.

6 Months earlier*

'Harrison, please' Lady Ruxton giggled. 'I have just come out of mourning' he kissed down her neck

'I know I've been counting down the days until I could do this.'

He sucked her ear lobe and she moaned softly.

'Ive been looking forward to this for months.'

The Gardens were dark and the heavy foliage gave him ample cover as he toyed with the red head he'd been lusting after.

'Harrison' she moaned his name again.

Lanterns littered the path but other than that they were in darkness. The sound of a man clearing his throat froze them as they were, lips locked and clothes hanging loose.

'Harrison? I know you're out here'

Harrison signalled for her to be quiet. Once he had done his breeches back up he stepped out from the bush

'Jack?'

His cousin turned and walked toward him.

' I have received a letter, about your father.'

Harrison was annoyed at his cousin for interrupting on such news.

'Can't this wait?'

'No, it can't....Hello Lady Ruxton'