LONDON'S SCANDALS

“But alas my lady, pleasure is what you came here for as you did concede. I can give that to you, getting your lips drunk while causing you such sweet excruciating pain. I can make you laugh, cry and moan all at once but I won’t” Andrew stated. Watching her face transform from a moment’s hope to grim despair had him grinning all the more. Of course he had to maintain his reputation as a devilish rake and denying himself what he so wanted at that instant was part of it.
“I had come to know my lord that empty jars do make the loudest noise, apparently I am right again”
That challenge was all he needed to kiss her senses away. He pulled her closer; with one hand he began untying her lace, ripping off her gown off wasn’t so tiresome. He stared at the beguiling beauty in front of him for such a long time. Taking every snapshot in his mind and eating her up only with his eyes.
Shivering and squirming upon noticing the dark lust in his eyes, Georgiana ventured to leave but she couldn’t. She tried to conceal her fear of the animalistic villain standing before her. She had come to be ruined and ruined she would be if she lost her last attempt at escaping.
“My Lord” she said tensely, “You do not mean, to exact revenge upon me for my teasing remark earlier, do you?”
“Yes I do, my ego wants me to, and after observing your body I leave no room for chivalry. I am no Knight after all. I intend to breathe my wickedness into your soulful depths. You ignited the flame, I merely add the coal”

CHAPTER ONE

Andrew ST Leger sat up from his large, heavily sculptured bed. A man known to be vain in taste, his wall was draped with paintings of the Italian artist Pietro Giovanni. The landscape images gave his room such beautiful symmetry. A man whose status was either lost or probably never there to start with. His head ached terribly. Seeing the empty bottle of brandy, none else could explain his nausea better. Within his confused thoughts, lay a sudden feeling of eeriness very distinct indeed; he suspected he’d been with a woman. Not a prostitute, probably one disguised as such.
He searched through his turbulent mind and the picture came at once. Like a convulsing patient, trembling violently unable to recover, every limp, every nerve shattered. It was her. It had to be her, Lady Georgiana Woods, but what in heaven’s name was she doing lying nearly bare in the devil’s chambers? Had he touched her? Molested or fed from her? Infuriated he seized his grey coat, preparing to confront the lady. Suddenly it dawned on him to have a bath and clear every insane thought plaguing.
“Ben” he screamed at the butler urging him to get hot coffee at once. Andrew had never been schooled on patience, respect or whatever values society held up. Orphaned at two, sent to the Razor Boys Academy by his only known relative. His uncle James Heming the Marques of Wallingford , a sly fellow he had yet to meet, had shot his dad on the fore head, raped and stabbed his mum several times. He had been grabbed together with a few toys and sent to wallow for the rest of his life in that orphans academy.
Life then had been difficult and it took him twenty years of drive to establish London’s most well known Casinos and brothels which he called ANGEL’S SANCTUARY. Thirty five and unmarried, no English mama would welcome a holocaust. They made their disgust known in the Gossip magazines calling him a fallen angel, a sadistic maniac and a ruthless rake. His potential as a possible suitor was flawed by his reputation or lack thereof. He had taking solace in the brothels at night and the casinos at day.
“Sir your coffee” the butler presented him a cup of steamy black coffee without sugar which would indeed suit his mood perfectly and clear his dangling head. He had some sips then showered the alcohol away. In a brisk moment he was fully dressed and ready to go confront his wildest dilemma. Though he knew that he was welcomed nowhere else but his sanctuary, he vowed to see the Lady Georgiana at any cost and prove himself wrong about last night.
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Georgiana Woods smiled mischievously at her younger sister Annabelle Woods. Her dimples gave her face a lovely glow, sometimes with a single show of her dimple; she could have her dad at the palm of her hands. Her eyes twinkled and sparkled as she began reminiscing on last night’s adventure. If there was one person who understood her most in the whole world, that would be her brat of a sister Annabelle.
“tell me G, tell me everything, I do know you scurried away as soon as the moon was out, you had worn that short skirt and strapless blouse, a pack of make up so you’ll look exactly as a whore. You thought I’d slept but I watched you in the midst of my slumber, come on G, you know you want to tell me, get it out already, where were you?” She feared her younger sister may let slip her secret in excitement but she was bubbling to tell someone and neither Lydia nor Nina could be trusted to avoid a scandal if they got heed of last night’s adventure.
“Promise me it stays between us, not Lydia or Nina or any of those absurd friends of ours”
“Yes between us, I cross my heart, now let it out” Annabelle screamed about to create a fuss, G just smiled and began her tale of recklessness.
She had climbed the tower, seeing that huge building forbidden to all England had excited her and she fulfilled her dream. She used an old ladder struggled up till she spotted an open window got in and found the man London feared most dead drunk and naked. She shivered at that instant but the sight was too impossible to resist. She crept to his bed and swiftly planted a soft kiss to his dark full lips. He let out a silent groan then opened his eyes in a flash to find her lying almost bare on his skin. Her fingers trailed his flat abdomen down to his hardness. Seeing it bulge and become erect she grew alarmed got out of his bed and began running towards the window. She’d never thought in her wildest dreams a man could be that large. She’d tried hard to conceal her thoughts but with Annabelle it was a lost venture.
“So you ran off like a coward G, if I were in your place I’ll let him have me at that instant, come on G to have my reputation tainted by a man of such high experience, have him explore my body to its very core, take me to the damnest heights of ecstasy, I’ll risk everything for just one night of debauchery.” Annabelle stated. Georgiana could only gape; her sister was fast growing to become London’s most shocking debutante. Her name would be at the covers and her sweet mother would develop the fits.
Once Annabelle had told her mama she wanted to marry a man who will propose to her naked wearing only a tie and a pair of booths, such a sight that will leave the Vicar gaping senselessly. Her mother had screamed and wailed and then she had Anna’s most treasured poems burnt as punishment. Lady Elena Woods could not believe what she was hearing, why should her own daughters bring upon her the contempt of society?