Line breaks/new paragraphs represent P.O.V. changes and hopefully dialogue descriptions make sense. I had an idea and ran with it. It's sort of random: hey I had writers block and I couldn't focus on my other stories without doing this first. Please R&R. Beta Readers are Softballgirl4ever and fraryausllystelebashipper101.

This was unreasonable to say the least. I am going to get married to a girl that I don't even know. All I know is that she is of some titled background and now it was my job to marry her as the heir to the title The Duke of Montrose. Steven Grant Rogers Marquess of Graham son of Joseph Rogers The Duke of Montrose and Sarah Rogers The Duchess of Montrose was going to marry a girl that his father chooses. Why though? He couldn't wrap his mind around it. He had been in Scotland all of his life with the exception of his military career. He was a decorated officer, well respected throughout his community, and very much desired by women across the Kingdom. Most of his peers took women to bed and always tried to get him to do the same, but it never worked. He promised himself to his wife, whoever she was, however he found her.

I didn't understand why I had to get married. I was getting a little old, I just turned 26 but I mean there were so many bachelors that would be willing at any time to have me. Why was my father so intent in finding me a husband now? Future Grand Duchess of the Romanova family, Natalia Alianovna Romanova, Natasha Romanoff to her friends though was a Russian Goddess by all standards. Her short red curls fell just below her shoulders, her emerald green eyes were captivating, and her slim physique was pleasing to the eye of many. She was currently on her way Stirlingshire Scotland to meet her future husband. She couldn't believe that not only was she about to get married, she was also marrying a foreign guy. For the life of her she could not see the value of the marriage, nor why it had to be a foreign guy.

Maybe just because this was definitely a plot that his father was working on, he would break his vow and get even with his dad. His dad was proud of his son and often boasted about the honor that his son held for women. Maybe this would be perfect; he would take a girl from tonight's party and finally give into the wonton flattery he received. The party would have most dignitaries from court, and surly he would be able to bear taking one of them. His dad invited everyone to announce his engagement to the Russian beauty. Why a foreigner I still couldn't tell you. It had something to do with consolidating power. Really deep down in my heart I knew the truth of my birth duty. I was to carry on the line and add power to it. So in this case it meant marrying this lady whomever she was.

This guy was some Scottish Duke and a real charmer from what I had heard. We docked in Scotland a day earlier than intended. So we went to the castle and went to our guest chambers. The party was in full swing so there was no point in announcing us so we stayed in our chambers. I was getting antsy and I couldn't stand being locked up in a room anymore. I convinced my parents to allow me to attend the party. I had a great plan for getting back at my father for planning this whole scheme. I would sleep with a guy tonight; lose my pureness as its put. It was the trading card of the court for women. No bachelor would really marry a woman if another before marriage had had her. So she figured if she ruined herself then she would be free of this and she could go home to Russia where she could finally have someone of her choosing. As she entered the room she turned heads.

He was walking around, and it became increasingly hard for him to find someone to take. Then he saw her. As she walked into the room he lost his breath. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was attractive to say the least. She would do fine. He walked up to her and offered to get her some wine. She could tell guys and ladies were staring at her alike. He came back quickly and walked her towards the balcony. She was something, unlike other ladies he had met before. She was definitely new to the parties, probably a younger daughter of some lord that just came of age. Oh this was going to be perfect. He could see that she was a little bit on edge.

"So what's your name?"

"That's need to know my lady, and you do not need to know for tonight."

"Oh and why's that?"

"It makes what I have planned for us all that much easier." This was going to be so much fun for Natasha. She didn't even have to seduce a guy because he was more than willing and drooling all over her.

"I see and what is it exactly that you have planned for us tonight." He leaned down pulled me close and whispered in my ear. It was hushed and his breath was hot on my neck.

"Oh, and what are waiting you for?"

"You to say yes."

"Well yes."

"Then follow me." He handed her a few more drinks and quickly began to lead her to his chambers.

"Where are we going?"

"Shh, over here. Its my chambers." They were outside his chambers. He leaned down and kissed her on her lips quickly. Somehow it felt good to kiss him, right to kiss him. But at the same time it felt so wrong. He was careful and driven to please her first. He opened the door and pulled back from the kiss only to lock onto her eyes, getting lost. He held her hand and led her into his room, closing the door he wrapped his arms around her again kissing her slowly. The sensations he was feeling were unbelievable. Something was special about this moment. Others had told him that nights like these were emotionless, it was about getting a release, but the drive here was definitely more than that.

"I wish I knew your name." She whispered seductively in his ear.

"I told you it impede tonight's proceedings."

"Yeah how so?"

"Well look we are having this conversation instead of kissing."

"Well I guess you are right."

"I always am." He leaned down again kissed her slowly.

He loved how soft her skin was under his calloused hands. Her soft lips were addictive. He continued to kiss her and then moved from her lips to her jaw line and neck. She gasped when his lips started to kiss her neck and pulse point. His hands found the strings on her corset and started to pull on them. Her hands ran over his shoulders settling on the front of his chest. Slowly she found the sash she was wearing and pushed it upward. He pulled it off hands resuming to the strings, lips returning to her neck. She then found the buttons on his over jacket and undid them. He finished with her strings pulling them loose. She pushed his jacket off. This process of undoing each other continued leaving a trail of clothes as they made their way onto his bed. The night seemed to pass in a blur, when Steve woke up he remembered every detail. As Natasha came to her sense the details of last night came back to her. She had heard stories of what it was like but this had surpassed all expectations. The night was more intense and passionate than she ever imagined.

"Morning" He said with a lopsided grin.

"Morning" She smiled up at him before returning to resting her head on his chest and drawing circles on his chest with one hand, the other draped over his waist.

"So last night…"

"It was…"

"I know and I wouldn't change it for the world…"

"Good me neither…"

"But why?"

"Why what?"

"Why give yourself to me?"

"To ruin my future here…"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to be here, I want to go home and fall in love, not be forced to find someone here."

"That's a noble cause, but probably impossible for you."

"Yeah so I've been told. Your turn, why?"

"I'm guy come on."

"Please. Be honest with a lady."

"Fine to ruin my father."

"So not because I'm attractive."

"That was a bonus."

"I see. You know I will be the gossip of the castle because my bed is kept."

"Yeah, well I'll be the gossip for finally giving into a woman."

"That was your first time?"

"Yeah why that bad?"

"No, its just that it was that good, I just assumed that you had experience."

"Well thank you…judging by your reaction it was your first time too."

"Yes." They sat there in comfortable silence for a few seconds just enjoying each other's company and the serenity of the moment. A little while later Steve finally spoke up again.

"I guess you should get going before we get caught and in major trouble."

"Yeah I should get going, but how exactly?"

"There are tunnels all throughout the castle. I guide you as close as possible to your room if you tell me where you are staying." She looked at him skeptically for a few moments.

"East wing for visitors. Third room on the main floor on the left of the corridor."

"Okay that's the other side of the castle. We are in the West wing for the host family second room on the main floor. It shouldn't take us too long to cross over." He pulled on his clothes leaving his jacket undone though. Then he helped her lace up her corset once she was finished with all the other hooks and ties. He grabbed a candle and lit it as they entered into the passageways through a false wall door in the back of his room. Natasha couldn't believe what was going on right now. With the false wall thing he could literary leave his room and reenter before anyone knew he left. As they entered she visibly shivered and half anticipating that he took his coat and draped it across her shoulders. She half smiled at him and he returned her smile, and they continued to walk.

"Here we are Miss."

"Thank you." They stood just at the entrance to her room. He was staring at her expectantly.

"Last night was fun."

"Yeah it was." He leaned down and rapped an arm around her waist pulling her closer to him. She stepped onto her tiptoes and their lips met half way. Sweet and short and full of passion and anything but innocent. They parted and he opened the door slightly checking out the room and then stepped out of the way allowing her to enter her rooms. He closed the door and made his way back to rooms. That woman was a something else, something far more charming and enticing and exciting than he ever pictured a woman could be. But all desires and inquires aside, it was time to play big boy and get ready to meet his soon be wife.

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