Taming the Rakes

12

Lord Iscor entered his guest room on the first floor of the Ashborne City House and sighed as his man removed his jacket and shirt. “I do not know how I am going to do this, Daniel,” he sighed, running a hand through his shaggy hair. “She is beautiful, to be fair, but so is Princess Gwendolyn, and I only keep her as a mistress to keep up appearances.”

            “Amadeus,” Daniel whispered, running his hands lovingly over Lord Iscor’s chest. “There is nothing wrong with what you prefer in a lover, why must you be so secretive about it?” The servant kissed the man he served, softly, before pulling away. “No one would even care…”

            The duke groaned, wrapping his arms around his man. “You know how my father left me this title in his will…it is contingent on my marrying a woman and having an heir. As soon as I have a son, I can divorce this Lady Liliana and you and I can raise the boy together…” Amadeus kissed his man softly, his arms draped over Daniel’s shoulders lazily. “I just need this to keep what is rightfully mine,” The duke murmured against his lovers lips.