The Duke's Shotgun Wedding (Entangled Scandalous)

by Reid, Stacy

  “What do you mean?” She sent him a baffled glance.

  “Where have you been residing for the past twenty years? Has it been in Lincolnshire, England?”

  “I do not understand what your questions have to do with our discussion, but yes.”

  “Let me educate you, then. You are my wife. Thus, my property. I am well within my rights to beat you if I so desire, or banish you from my sight. I am trying to understand how you thought you could so blatantly defy me and go unpunished. I believe the best punishment will be to banish you. To Devonshire. And it would be an injustice if I did not beat you first.”

  Her jaw dropped in outrage. “You arrogant, egotistical, unfeeling beast!”

  She launched herself at him.

  Her actions so surprised him, he did not brace to check her momentum.

  “Oomph.”

  Her muffled scream as she slammed into him had him letting out a laugh in amazed disbelief. But it was quickly wiped away as her palm swung and caught him solidly on the cheek.

  Good God. He had truly enraged his duchess. Was she really not aware that he would never beat her? He doubted he had the heart to banish her from his sight, either.

  “You do not display much prudence, do you, wife?”

  Her breaths heaved, making the swell of her breasts rise precariously above the gown. Her eyes darkened to almost black as they glared a furious dare at him.

  Just that quickly, he wanted her. A fierce need to possess her surged through him. And not in the slow and languid way of their nights of loving before their falling out.

  He needed her. And he wanted her to burn.

  …

  Sebastian’s mouth crashed down on Jocelyn’s, stunning her at the abrupt turn of his mood.

  The intensity of his mouth as it captured hers sent shocks of desire through her whole body. She responded with complete hunger, gripping his dark head tightly to her.

  “Oh, yes!” she gasped as he roughly yanked down the bodice of her gown, as though its low cut had been fashioned exactly for his ravishment. His lips covered her pebbled nipple.

  “Sebastian,” she cried out.

  He stalked backward with her, whipping up the hem of her dress and petticoats, pushing the layers of fabric upward as he trailed his hands up her legs. She gasped into the mouth that kissed her as the back of her knees hit his oak desk. Papers and objects flew, and he lifted her bottom onto the desk. His breath was ragged as he withdrew his mouth from hers and stepped between her thighs, wedging them apart and hoisting her legs to his waist. Then his fingers deftly parted her bloomers, exposing her to the chilly air.

  That, and the scalding look of passion on his face sent erotic shivers dancing up her spine.

  “You infuriate me,” he growled. “I do not know if I should beat you, strangle you, or kiss you.”

  “Do I have a say?” she managed breathily.

  His jaw worked as he pulled his member from his trousers. “No.”

  Then he angled her hips up and slammed into her in one powerful movement.

  The desk jerked. Her scream of pleasure-pain rang in the library. He kissed her brutally before withdrawing and forging home again, slower, but just as powerfully.

  “You also drive me mad,” he all but snarled as he gripped her hair, then feasted on her lips again.

  Jocelyn reeled with pleasure at the intensity of his lovemaking. It had never been like this before, his control shattered. Weakness infused her limbs, and dark, wanton need seared through her. She tried to rise to meet his thrusts, but with the powerful grip he had on her hips she couldn’t move. She could only submit to his powerful strokes and the merciless pleasure that he rained upon her. He buried his face in the curve of her neck as his hips plunged faster, driving into her over and over, hard and relentless, sending deep shards of pleasure to her very core. She felt his teeth at her shoulder, scraping against her skin, nipping her with erotic bites. Burning ecstasy speared her body, and she came apart in a thousand pieces.

  He plunged once more into her convulsing body, and with a harsh roar he tumbled with her, emptying his essence into her.

  “My God, Sebastian,” she gasped long moments later, still trembling from the aftershocks of such violent pleasure.

  He groaned against her lips before capturing them in a kiss that only served to make her mindless. “I cannot believe I have been absent from your bed for ten days.”

  Hope surged through Jocelyn.

  “Does that mean I will not be beaten or banished?” she asked breathlessly as he lifted and carried her, still impaled, over to the sofa. She moaned at the sensations that traveled through her at the feel of him hardening inside her again. He sat on the sofa with her straddling him, the skirt of her gown spilling backward over his knees, his morning coat crushed beneath her folded legs and bunched-up petticoats.

  “You infuriate me, Jocelyn, but know that I would never lift a hand to hurt you in any way.”

  “Banishment, then?”

  He grunted and her heart raced at his intent regard.

  “I do not have a pleasant relationship with my mother,” he said without preamble. “It has been so since I found her with her lover in the gardens when I was six.”

  Jocelyn stiffened in shock. “Oh, Sebastian, I’m—”

  He shook his head to cut her off. “The rift only got worse after she married her lover, Lord Radcliffe, only three months after my father’s passing.”

  Regret flooded through her, as it dawned what she had done by sending that invitation. No wonder he was furious. “Oh, husband, I am so sorry. If I’d known—”

  “I had planned on explaining everything to you tonight. I realized what an ass I have been for not speaking to you as I tried to come to grips with how you make me feel. It was wrong, and I’m sorry for that.”

  She blinked, her heart stalling with dread. “H-how do I make you feel?”

  “Be silent and listen, Jocelyn.” He nipped at her lips. “You came into my life and completely turned it upside down, when all I wanted was a biddable wife to give me an heir.”

  All the hope she’d felt a moment ago fled in an instant, and a noise of anguish escaped her throat.

  He didn’t love her. He would get her with child, and then he would banish her, just as he’d threatened. Oh, God, what had she done?

  …

  Sebastian cursed as Jocelyn stiffened, her muscles tightening, sending shards of pleasure running along his cock, still buried deep inside her. Then she squirmed, attempting to climb off him and get away.

  “Be still!” he rasped, his fingers digging into her hips.

  “No! I—”

  He gave her a shake. “Just listen, damn you!”

  He groaned as she wriggled, settling closer on his lap, loving the rush of liquid heat from her, telling him how much she wanted him.

  But he needed to finish this conversation before giving in to the arousal. He gripped her hips and gently eased her off him. He grunted at the sensations that travelled through him as her tight clasp reluctantly released him. He tucked himself back into his trousers and drew her down on his lap. He held her chin gently and titled her face up to meet his gaze.

  She froze, her eyes questioning, and he went on before she could move. “When you stormed my library, so fearless and demanding, I knew immediately. It was you I wanted, not some vapid miss without a thought in her head.”

  He felt her rigid muscles relax a little.

  “Truthfully, never did I expect you to enthrall me as you have. The days I spent with you only carried me further and further into my feelings for you, and I began to fear your lure. I withdrew, uncomfortable with the intensity of my emotions. The last time I felt anything close to this, I fought a duel over a married woman…whom society still believes I murdered.”

  “Oh!” Her uncertain gaze shifted to disconcerted.

  “But what I feel for you is wholly different. You make me burn with life, and yearn to set aside my cold and distant, solitary
ways.”

  “Oh, Sebastian.” Her eyes softened with love, and she tenderly kissed his face and his lips.

  “I am not finished, Jocelyn,” he murmured between kisses. “We will not have this conversation again, so I implore you to be attentive.”

  She gave him a radiant smile and stilled.

  “I had already decided to break the silence with my mother after reading a series of her journals. I may not fully understand what she did, but I can empathize with her plight, and the agony she felt over her decisions. But reaching out to her was something I wanted to do on my own terms.”

  Jocelyn lowered her eyes, toying with the buttons of his shirt. “Can you ever forgive me? I—”

  “I know you are not repentant, Jocelyn,” he said wryly.

  Her contrite expression melted into a mischievous smile, and Sebastian embraced the notion that for some mysterious reason, her disobedience no longer bothered him.

  “When you foray into society as my duchess you will hear many things whispered, and I do not want you to be ambushed. Marissa was my lover both before and after she was married. In a bid to force my hand, she accepted the offer from an earl, hoping that jealously would bring me up to scratch. It did not.”

  He grimaced. He had been determined never to marry. Ironically, that had led him into exactly the same situation for which he’d always condemned his mother. He just hadn’t seen that until now.

  “I foolishly continued the affair,” he went on. “Marissa wanted me badly enough that she told me lies of her husband’s brutal beatings, hoping I would call him out and kill him.” He swallowed, hating the memories of that time. “As proof, she showed me horrible bruises, which I later learned were self-inflicted. And I fell for it. I challenged her husband to a duel, which he accepted eagerly.” Sebastian traced a finger over the scar on his cheek. “He gave me this, and I almost killed him.”

  Jocelyn’s eyes were wide with dismay. “That’s awful,” she murmured.

  “As he lay wounded and cursing, I realized he believed it was me abusing his wife so viciously. She’d been lying to both of us. I confronted her, and she confessed she’d done it to be free to wed me. She implored me to actually kill him so we could be together. Of course I wouldn’t, and ended our association. She threatened to kill herself because she loved me so desperately. When I ignored her threats, she later hanged herself. Then the foul rumors surfaced that I strangled her.”

  Jocelyn’s face went ashen. “Little wonder you do not want to hear my words of love.”

  He gently captured her lips. “No, you’re wrong. I’ve changed. Because of you. I want the kind of marriage you once described to me. To communicate, and share, and make decisions together”

  Slowly, her face cleared, and her lips parted. “I do believe you love me, Sebastian,” she said, her eyes filled with wonder.

  Warmth unfurled through his whole body, and intense love filled his heart to bursting.

  He gripped her hips, spinning and tumbling her into the depths of the sofa. He settled between her thighs and kissed her lips with tenderness. “I believe I do, my duchess, I do believe I love you.”

  …

  Christmas Day

  Fierce pride and joy filled Jocelyn as she looked around the massive dining table. It was perfect. Everyone had arrived, and laugher and merriment spilled through the halls of Sherring Cross.

  The parlor rang with excited chatter from her father, brother and sisters, Anthony and Phillipa, Phillipa’s sister and parents, and the dowager Duchess Margaret, Sebastian’s mother, with her lord, and Sebastian’s sister Constance. Jocelyn had expected the dowager to be cold and forbidding, but the dainty creature that looked up at her long-lost son with such wide, imploring eyes had surprised her. Sebastian had not disappointed, and Margaret and Jocelyn both had been pleased with their first tentative conversation.

  She and Victoria had been gratified and a little bemused at the twins’ shrieks of joy to be dining at the table with the adults. They had all crooned over the roast ducks, turkeys, stuffed pigeons, and roasted pork. Not to mention the Christmas pudding and punch.

  Jocelyn could not have asked for a more perfect day.

  She thought of her mama, and emotions tightened her throat. How she wished Mama could be here! How she would have loved it all.

  Sebastian’s gaze met hers, and she gave him a smile and a subtle signal, then swept out of the room, away from the bustle. She went into the library, the room she thought of as their special place. All the things that brought them together so deliciously had happened there.

  She stood at his favorite window, staring out at the snow falling steadily over the estate that she had come to love as home. Excitement bubbled through her.

  His strong hands curved around her waist and he held her from behind. “Do you wish to retire?” he murmured, kissing her nape.

  “I doubt they would forgive us.” She smiled at his reflection in the frosty window pane. “I have a gift for you.”

  His brows went up, but he looked pleased. “Another?”

  “Yes, I thought I should tell you tonight, considering the multitude of generous gifts that you have showered on me.”

  “Tell me what?”

  She spun in the circle of his strong arms, glowing with joy and contentment. “Our child will be here in the summer.”

  “Our—”

  The stunned look of elation on his face made her heart overflow with love. “Merry Christmas, my love.”

  Sebastian wrapped her in his arms and held her tight. “And Merry Christmas to you, my sweet duchess. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.”

  Acknowledgements

  This would not have been possible without the blessings and favour of God. To my husband Dusean, whom I adore. Thank you for being my biggest fan and supporter, and for loving the fact that I am a ninja in disguise. To my sisters, Hayley Lawrence and Kadia Hufford, thank you for rooting for me, and just for being awesome.

  To my amazing editor Nina Bruhns, for enjoying my characters as much as I do, being challenging yet supportive, and just fabulous to work with!

  To Tanesha Westcarr, for being encouraging when I had self-doubts. To my beta readers, Cadian Drummond, Chaday Taylor Nelson, Diedre Mcleod, and Elrona Gooden, for reading my first, second, and third drafts!

  Thank you!

  About the Author

  I am an avid reader of novels with a deep passion for writing. I especially love romance and adore writing about people falling in love. I live a lot in the worlds I create and I actively speak to my characters (out loud). I have a warrior way “never give up on my dream.” When I am not writing, I spend a copious amount of time drooling over Rick Grimes from Walking Dead, watching Japanese Anime and playing video games with my love - Dusean Nelson. I have a horrible weakness for Ice cream.

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