La Duchesse a disparu

"Where have you been, Miss Windham?" The Duke of Strathrannock spoke so harshly that Fiona was startled.

"I have...." she began feebly.

"Do not bother to lie!" he said furiously. "Have you had enough lovemaking tonight or are you looking for more?"

To her astonishment, he pulled her roughly into his arms, and kissed her with lips hard and possessive.

"I must struggle. I must free myself." Fiona thought.

But suddenly, she felt a warm, thrilling sensation rise up through her body. It was incredible--like a rapture that rippled through her like the waves of the sea. She felt it envelop her until her mouth was soft beneath his, her body no longer tense in his arms.

It was then the Duke raised his head.

"Damn you!" he cried hoarsely. Then, as violently as he had taken her, he left, walking quickly down the corridor, his kilt swinging behind him.