Marquess of Malice (Lords of Scandal 2)

“The question, now that we’ve decided I’m of strong stock, is what does a man do with such a dominant woman?” She wasn’t sure why she asked except that most men were a bit afraid of her. But not him. He looked right at her. In fact, his gaze was so strong, she often found herself shifting uncomfortably.

Exile swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Then he mumbled so softly she almost didn’t hear him, “I can think of a thing or two.”

She nearly tripped over her own feet. She’d known that he was attracted to her from their first meeting. When they were together, his eyes never left her. But men often were enamored with her beauty until they got to know her better.

One man had made her believe he’d liked her just the way she was but he turned out to be a liar on so many levels. She supposed she should give Exile a few points for honesty but his innuendo reminded her that she wasn’t dealing with a gentleman. Exile, just like the cad in her past, Charles Crusher, was a rogue. And once a rogue, always a rogue.

“Can you now?” she asked, stopping. Minnie and Darlington were just ahead. “Such a gentleman.”

He grimaced, coming to a stop as well. “My apologies,” He turned toward her. “I didna mean to offend.”

His brogue tickled her ears, sliding down her neck. “You’re not the first to make such insinuations and you won’t be the last.” She turned forward to begin walking again. “I don’t pay any of you any mind.”

He held her in place, not moving. “I’m just like those other men am I?” His voice had dropped deeper, lower, almost sinister. “Would those other men follow ye from ball to ball to keep ye safe?”

Diana raised her brows, giving him a long look. Why did part of her like this protective behavior? “Is that what you’re doing?”

He shrugged. “Perhaps.”

Diana gave her head a shake. “If that is, in fact, your real motive, I don’t need you to follow me about, Lord Exmouth. Continue with your life and leave me to mine.”

“I can’t.” His other hand came to her waist. Tingling heat spread through her at the touch. “I’ve made a promise and though I’m not as good a man as I’d like to be, I do keep my word.”

What did that mean? He wasn’t as good a man as he wanted to be? “I’m sure you do. I pride myself on needing no one’s help.”

He gave his head a shake. “Forgive me for stating the obvious but a lady doesn’t have much choice in the matter.”

“I have choices,” she answered, notching up her chin. Unlike many women, she had money of her own that her mother and father had set aside for her. Perhaps she’d travel the world or open a bookstore. It didn’t matter as long she wasn’t subverted to someone else’s will. “Enough of them, anyhow.”

“Do tell,” he answered. Darlington and Minnie had stopped just ahead and turned back to look at them.

“You’re falling behind,” Minnie called. “Shall we stay here and chat or should we walk a bit? I find I don’t wish to go back to the party just yet.”

“Let’s walk,” Exile answered.

Diana prickled, her spine snapping straighter. She didn’t need him to talk for her. “I think--” she started but suddenly she lurched to the side as he gave her a push. Exile then grabbed her waist and righted her but Minnie and Darlington had already begun walking. She stopped, stomping her slipper on the stone path. “You did that on purpose.”

“Guilty,” he answered. “We’re not done talking.”

“I say we are done,” she hissed back.

“Do you think you’ll marry?” he asked, ignoring her completely.

The man was thick. Not physically, well technically he was very well muscled, but at this moment she meant mentally. And why was he prodding like this? It was a raw subject for her. “It’s none of your business but I doubt it very much.” Why was he asking such a question?

His hand at her waist tightened and he drew her closer. “Ye…unmarried?”

Her breath caught as his heat began to seep in through her dress. She tsked, looking up at him. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know a few things,” he said, dropping his face closer to hers. “I know yer blood sings with passion. I can feel it even now.”

She opened her mouth to answer but no words came out. He was right, of course and her passionate nature had gotten her into a fair bit of trouble already. “You’re wrong.”

“I’m not.” His mouth dropped even closer to hers. “I can prove it too.”

“How?” Had she just asked that out loud? Why had she done that? But she already knew. She was attracted to him, the rapid beat of her heart affirmed that fact with every thump. And part of her, the very bad part, wanted what he was about to do.

By way of answer, he dropped his mouth to hers, his lips pressing hers closed. Fire and heat, and sweet stinging passion shot through her veins, making her gasp in delight. He lifted his mouth again but only for a moment before he kissed her again and then a third time, each building the tension in her body until she wanted to crush herself against that large chest.