Duke of Decadence (Lords of Scandal 9)

She was his. And then he captured her lips with his own. Had the priest told him he could kiss his bride? He’d lost track.

But he heard her nervous giggle and thought perhaps he’d been a bit early in his declaration of love.

“The Duke of Decadence indeed,” Menace murmured next to him. “More like the Duke of Devotion.”

He raised his head giving a light chuckle. The name suited him just fine.

They made their way back out into the cold morning, the guests piling into several carriages to make their way to the wedding breakfast.

Bash pulled Isabella to the front where his carriage waited for them. The moment the door closed, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her several times as he settled her across his lap. “You look so beautiful, my love.”

She laughed softly as she wrapped her arms about his neck. “And you looked very dashing today.” Then she pulled away her eyes sparkling. “Thank you, Bash.”

“For what?” he asked as he ran the backs of his fingers across her cheek, over her jaw, and down her neck.

“For keeping us safe. For giving my sisters a future.”

He grimaced despite the soft words. “I didn’t keep you safe yesterday.” Who was the man who kept appearing? Then something clicked. “The other night in the garden…someone bumped me. I think it was him.” He tossed his head back on the seat. “I knew I recognized his voice. I just placed it.”

She pressed her chest to his, her breath blowing over his cheeks. “We’ll figure out who he is, and we’ll get my sisters married off and safe. I wish I could save the house but…” She shrugged. “It’s just a place. My heart now has a home and it’s with you.”

He slipped his arms around her back, holding her close. “We’ll make you a wonderful new home, Isabella. And you’re right. We’l

l see your sisters safe and settled.”

“The season is coming. Are you ready to launch three women into society?”

He chuckled. “I’ve retained Aunt Mildred’s services. I know she was dreadful yesterday, but she’s done the hard part of launching them already. We’ll have them wed in no time.”

She kissed him again. “I’m glad you feel that way.” She nibbled at her lip. “But right now, I think we should focus on me and you.”

He captured her lips again. “I agree. Me and you.”

“Always.”

“Forever.”

Marquess of Menace

Lords of Scandal

Tammy Andresen

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Hells bells, Dylan hated these sorts of parties.

Loathed them, actually.

To be honest, he didn’t like anything that involved society or the ton.

Awkward, considering he was a marquess.

Dylan Amesbury, Marquess of Milton leaned against the wall with his arms crossed as he watched a sea of dancers sway back and forth in front of him, his face set in an annoyed frown.

He much preferred to spend his time at his secret gaming hell, the Den of Sins, or at his boxing club, or to be absolutely clear, having his fingernails ripped off one by one.

He wasn’t meant for this sort of life, never had been. A fact his family was fond of reminding him often.