To Love A Duke

A Duke’s Word or a Duke’s Cock..

Song Recommendation: CAN’T STAY AWAY by OTIS KANE

Dedication: To Sika, For all the sleepless nights spent keeping me company whist I write!

The aristocrats place a great deal of value on their word. Is it possible however that something of an entirely different nature could matter more?

“These isn’t your room your grace!” She said in a rush clutching tightly at the beddings, and dragging them high up to her chin. She was looking profusely nervous, and positively delectable and he wanted to taste her. This woman. His Artemis.

“I’m well aware, wife” he took a step towards her bed then paused and he simply stared. Stripped of all her accessories and heavy garments she seemed much younger, more her age, with her hair down like this she was an angel. Only that this angel breathed fire, her eyes narrowed at him, she did that a lot he noticed.

Her eyes widened “Then why are you here” from her voice he could tell she was just as anxious

“And why are you still up?” He sounded angry now, whether at himself or her he wasn’t sure but he certainly regretted agreeing to her rules.

“I was very much asleep I assure you, before my sleep was rudely interrupted” he c****d his head and studied her, she looked like she hadn’t slept a wink.

“Liar” His voice was almost a whisper and he stalked closer still. She eyed him warily

“We set rules my Lord, boundaries should be respected if you please” he was close to the bed now, he liked that he could make her nervous, the thought made him smile.

“Then you should have been asleep when I walked in, and you should b****y well be wearing something under these covers” Orion said dragging the covers from her grip, she gasped and let out a curse that sounded something like you b****y bastard, so his blue eyed angel cursed. he would have laughed if the sight before him didn’t leave him speechless and quite literally voiceless.

“How dare you!” She shut up from the bed, obviously outrage, an action that made her full uncorseted breast jiggle wantonly. He would bet a high stake those lovely breast fit his hands perfectly. Orions self control strained beyond his take, and Try as he May he couldn’t take his eyes of her. Jesus, she was beautiful! She wore a lace night rail that exposed more than it covered. Was she playing some sort of virginal game with him. How did a woman who expected no action on her wedding night dress to seduce! He closed his eyes for a while and opened them she was still staring at him wide eyed perhaps she was looking forward to an apology.

“I dare because you want this Artemis” she was shaking her head profusely but he kept going. “It’s our b****y wedding night, surely you didn’t mean those irrational conditions you set before the wedding” he was so tired of arguing with her, he was going to have to do this some other day.

“ I suppose I can’t enforce my right on you, all we libertines have is the integrity of our word..and I gave you my word” at that she seemed conflicted at first then she relax.

“Yes you did” her voice was a bit calmer now. He didn’t want to frighten her as much as he wanted her, he also wanted her to want him.

“ Have no fear, I’m not about to forcefully have my way with you..you should wear more layers of garment under your covers just in case” if he had just attempted a joke it wasn’t at all funny, he looked at her one more time , she had a cute little frown on her face.

“I’ll keep my word..For now” and with all the self control he could muster he turned and left the room, letting his last words hang loomingly in his wake. It was only when he shut the connecting door he realized the first thing he should have noticed. The woman wore a black night rail, a color known to be the very opposite of what she ought to wear. Typical rebellious Artemis, He smiled to himself.