My Dangerous Rogue - Paula Wong (bts book recommendations TXT) 📗

I can explain-,”
“Enough,” He hissed, taking her by the shoulder inflicting pain.
She winced, surely expecting some sort of pain. “You are a disgraced to the family, to me and to your mother. How dare you do this during your engagement ball!”
“I’m sorry father but-,”
“But what you insolent child, I do not need your explanation. And you,” his gaze looked over at the masked man who surprisingly calm and collected. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
He shrugged and began to button his vest, “I simply do not have a saying in the moment my lord,”
“You don’t have a saying? You don’t have a saying!” Loretta winced as her father’s temper rose to its limit. She has never seen him this angry before. Surely the sight isn’t pleasant to ones ear or gaze.
She nervously glanced around, thankful that nobody but her parents and Frinchester here. Her gaze fell on the ballroom, everyone’s shadows illuminating the ground.
“I demand you to remove the mask, I want to see the face who had taken my daughter’s will,”
“I do not think it is necessary my lord,”
“I do not think you had heard me. I demand you take off that mask now.”
As much as Loretta can’t fight it, she wanted to see the man behind that mask. The gentleman she chose to help her gain freedom. The man she had made love to tonight. Slowly, heat traveled up her body and up her face, as she recalled what had happened earlier this night. She cannot produce the word of how wonderful it was.
He sighed and nodded. “As you wish my lord,” Slowly, he raised his hand and placed it on the mask, then gently pulling it down to reveal his identity.
Loretta’s eyes widened and gasp. No way. It cannot be.
Lord O’Conner!
His gaze met hers and smiled. “I told you not knowing is better than knowing,”
It turns out that she wasn’t the only one who was surprise. Indeed who would not be? The man who she had shared the most passionate love making, the man who she chose to sacrifice for her freedom… is none other than Richard O’Conner, the very man she despises.
He smiled, she guessed he knew what was going on in her mind.
“The rogue?!” Her mother gasped, her hand over her chest.
“The Earl of Kent,” Peter said surprisingly. “I could have guessed that you were the only man in England who could do a foolish thing such as this,”
“Such a thing as what exactly?” he raised a brow, his eyes a mix of swirling blue and green, almost forming a tornado in his iris.
Loretta watched in fascination and at the same time, horror. How can such a beautiful affair turn into the most horrible winter scandal?
This is indeed not part of the plan. The man she had made love with earlier was kind, gentle, and caring, not some rogue who was the complete opposite.
How dare he not reveal his identity to her sooner, so she would be aware of the fact that this was indeed Richard O’Conner, the Earl of Kent. He knew her because of what had happened the day before but why wouldn’t he had said anything? He hated her and told her he does not want to ever see her again, why would he decide to make love to her?
Why did he save her from the grasps of Lord Frinchester?
This was the rogue, she reminded herself, he has no heart. He preys on the innocent women, bidding them against their will.
Just like now.
Loretta didn’t know what was going on in her head when this had happened, all she knew was to come up with a plan leading her in a man’s arms. Indeed the man’s arms, not tattered clothes, breathings uneven, and virginity gone.
He had bewitched her.
That has to be the reason. He had bewitched her with his charms and kindness. She ought to know that something was very odd about him, considering he was secretive. No gentleman would be that secretive unless he has something to hide.
And that is right, he had something to hide.
Caught up in her thoughts, her mind couldn’t grasp the words that were being spoken.
“To take my daughter’s virginity on the day of her engagement ball you knit wit!” She flinched yet again, such words normally aren’t normal for her father.
The rogue’s eyes flashed making his mouth carve up into a grin. A grin that sent shivers on her spine. The grin of a deadly predator.
“I am a man Count Abingdon, I do not wished to be called such foul names specially not from that pretty mouth of yours,”
Peter’s eyes widened by his change of demeanor, but did not change anything about his sayings. “A man Lord O’Conner? Such a man wouldn’t take a woman’s will while her engagement ball is present,”
“I did not do anything my lord,” he replied sternly his gaze meeting Loretta’s. Don’t do it, she mouthed looking at him. “Your daughter was the one who laid her lips on mine first,”
Oh, why you arrogant…bastard!
Her fists on both of her sides as her father and mother turned to look at her. “Is this true Loretta?” her mother’s voice shaking.
She looked up to meet all of their gaze, mainly Richard. “No, that is a lie mother. How can you even consider that he is telling the truth? You had heard rumors about him mother, father. He is rogue,” she stretched the word like poison in her mouth. “Everything he had said is a lie. He took my will away from me, he forced himself on me.” Just for the act, her knees buckled and she fell on the snow, sobbing.
Her mother dropped down, shushing her. Joanna’s gaze flew up to Peter. He sighed. “We have not much of a choice. We will discuss this matter later,” then his gaze flew up to Richard’s his eyes hard, daring for Loretta to look at him but her gaze remained on the ground. “You, young man I want you out of my property. I do not want to see your face on my estate again. From now on, if I see you lingering here, I will shoot you down myself. Consider that a warning, we will discuss the matter in the morning, now get out.” He turned from Richard, helping Loretta up, guiding her back in the mansion along with Joanna.
Frinchester smirked and followed but stopped turning slightly. “I told you, you will be sorry did I not?” Then without another word, he followed Peter, leaving him behind.


What the hell just happened? He thought as he strode outside of the garden and went in just as his coachman opened the carriage door.
“Where to my lord?”
“Home,” he mumbled looking outside of the carriage window. The ride home will aid him to think what had happened tonight.
He didn’t know what he was doing. That bastard of a woman just touched him with her lips and he lost control. Everything that had happened was a blur. All he felt was a great amount of ecstasy and desire.
An emotion he had never felt from any women before.
Any women except her.
It is true that he had slept with many but none of them made him feel the way he had felt tonight. None of them actually made him feel anything that is worth feeling.
Now all of that has changed.
Damnation! He was still hard for her. Right now, he wants nothing more than to go back between her legs and plunging himself deep inside her.
He placed a hand on his closed eyes and rubbed it furiously.
What had she meant by him forcing her?
She was the damn one who was willing to give herself to him. Who offered herself to him. He frowned and rested his hand on his bottom chin, watching as they turn to the corner and continued to go straight toward his estate.
She had used him. He was a puppet in her act. Of what? He doesn’t know.
His blood began to boil slightly from the anger that was surfacing. Nobody had used him before. At least not the way she had used him.
He fell for her little trap, which was the mistake he had made though will not be regretting it anytime soon.
The carriage came into an abrupt stop on the front of his estate, the coachman opened the door and he stepped out, nodding. “Thank you,” he mumbled walking up the front steps, nodding also at his butler. “Sire,” Alorton smiled welcoming him.
Richard grumbled and headed up the stairs and into his study. “Alorton, fetch me a fine whiskey will you?”
He gave his master a concerned look before nodding and heading out of the room.
Tomorrow he will have a talk to the Count of Abingdon to discuss the matters of his daughter. The normal responsible thing to do was to marry her that is already something he is aware of.
But one thing he isn’t, what is that woman planning?


“For the last time mother, I am alright. I do not need you by my side.”
“Loretta, you just had the most tragic fate happen tonight and yet you tell me you alright?”
Joanna looked at her, tears flowing down your eyes. “It must have been painful, for him forcing himself on you.”
She bit her lip. It wasn’t painful at all. She’s wrong. It was the most beautiful feeling she had ever felt and that is what she’s afraid of. Richard O’Conner is not interested in marriage. He is the type of man who runs away on a wedding day.
To state the fact, she does not know what had gone through her mind when she had said those lies. Her brain was still fuzzy about the fact that the man she had made love with is her only enemy.
“What will happen now? What would father do?”
“I do not know my sweetheart. In most cases like this, you must marry him. It is the only reasonable thing to do. Me and your father had asked Lord Frinchester to not gossip about this amongst the ton,”
Loretta nodded easing herself back down the bed. Her whole body still trembling from the scenario that had happened upon hours ago. She will marry him. Somehow, she should be delighted that Frinchester will stay away from her. But she cannot find the dignity to do so. There must be some other way to resolve this matter than to marry.
“I do not want to marry him mother. Is there some other way? Send me to America or even to Scotland or France. Please do not let me marry that man. He is a rogue!”
“We do not know. Lord O’Conner has to agree with the terms. We cannot just send you off without speaking to him first.” Her mother replied grimly. “As cruel as it sounds, now go to bed,”
She nodded and closed her eyes. Joanna reached down and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Her eyes flittered open suddenly, looking up at her. Her mother had never made that gesture since she had turned twelve.
“Mother, I know why you and father wanted me to marry Lord Frinchester.”
Joanna looked at her with soft brown eyes.
Loretta bit her lip then inhaled in a breath. “Why can you not just have told me that you wanted a family? That you want me to leave,”
Her mother’s