Seducing Her Wicked Rogue (Deleted and extra Scenes)

Ian meets Helen at the house the day after their first assignation.

He took a few steps until he stood only inches away and handed her the bouquet of tulips. 

Helen looked at the flowers with a strange detachment. For a moment the world froze and her mind emptied. 

There was something about the bouquets of flowers that made her uncomfortable. She didn’t want them. She tried to rationalize the feeling in her mind, but it just refused to work. 

Then there was a brush at her chin. McAllistair’s warm fingers tipped her face up to his. “Is anything amiss?” 

Helen shook her head. It was just her immediate reaction to that question. Nothing was ever amiss. Or at least, she didn’t feel like burdening anyone with her woes. 

“You can tell me,” McAllistair said softly. “If you don’t want me to appear in your house during the day just say so. I won’t be offended. I know I promised to try and keep the gossip away from our liaison. So my visit here is probably not the best idea.” 

Helen swallowed. “Victoria won’t tell anyone.” 

“And I’ll keep to the visiting hours.” He looked at the clock. “I just wanted to see you during the daylight, I suppose.” 

Helen smiled. “It’s nice. To feel wanted.” 

His brows furrowed. “That is something you never have to worry about.” 

Helen pulled away and walked toward the bellpull. “I need to put the flowers in the water.” 

He cleared his throat. “I… um… I actually just came to check how you were after…” He paused and waited for her to turn around. “Last night.” 

Helen’s cheeks burned and a small smile appeared on her lips. 

“Can I assume your blush means ‘good’?” 

Helen nodded. She put the flowers on the piano by the bell pull, deciding that she didn’t want any interference after all. “Yes. It was good. Last night was… very good.” 

“Good.” He grinned, his smile, the look in his eyes pulling her closer to him. “I’m glad.” 

“And for you?” she asked cautiously. 

“One of the best nights of my life.” 

Helen chuckled and shook her head. “You don’t have to lie to me.” 

By the time she finished her sentence, she was standing toe to toe with McAllistair, although she didn’t realize that either of them moved. They just stared at each other’s eyes, the fool’s smiles on their faces. 

Oh, Lord. What was going on? 

He ran his knuckles over her cheek, his gaze concentrated on hers. Helen could not help it. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing of their own volition. 

She loved his touch. It gave her peace, calm and confidence. And the entire world stopped every time he touched her. 

“I shall admit that there are ways to make it better.” He gave her a cheeky smile. 

“W-what ways?” she breathed, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. 

A hoarse laughter left his lips. “So impatient. You want everything all at once. But there is no need to rush. It’s something for us to explore in the future.” 

“Not too far in the future, I hope.” 

His grin widened. “Why rush? We have all the time in the world.” 

Helen lowered her eyes, a lump stuck in her throat. 

“Should I come over tonight?” there was a hopeful note in his voice. 

And Helen wanted very much to say yes. But her fatigue, her dull headache would probably not resolve by then. She needed a good night’s rest. 

“I don’t think so.” She grimaced, watching as his facial expression changed from cheerful to concerned, and the playful spark dimmed in his eyes. “I don’t feel so well today.” 

“What’s wrong?” He took her cold hands in his, instantly warming them and sending that warmth throughout her being. 

“Just a little headache. I just think that I shall go to bed early tonight, that’s all.” 

He nodded. “And you want to be alone.” 

Helen tried to smile, but her lips wouldn’t move. “No, I don’t want to be alone. But I think I should be. I won’t be able to… um… entertain you.” 

A strange look came over his eyes and Helen tried to wave the issue away. 

“I will probably go to bed right after the visiting hours and rest.” 

“Very well.” Ian squeezed her fingers. “I won’t deter you any longer then.” 

“You don’t need to leave now.” Helen’s heart started beating faster and she realized that she truly didn’t want him to leave. 

He gave her a gentle smile. “Actually, I do. I have some things to take care of, errands to run. And my visiting time is almost over.” 

Helen glanced at the clock. He was right. Where did the time go? 

We have all the time in the world.

And the clock ticking away on the mantelpiece reminded her that they didn’t. “I’ll send a note when I am feeling better.” 

He nodded, raised her hand, and bowed over it. “A pleasure to see you, as always.” 

“Have a good night, Lord McAllistair.” 

He flashed her a charming grin and walked away.


Steamy scene. After they spend the night cuddling, when Helen feels weak

Helen opened her eyes in a dark room. She wasn’t certain what woke her up, but the pleasant, languid feelings in her body made her not want to get up. She was warm, as if a fireplace was heating her from the back, except that she was propped up by… pillows? 

No, something harder, hotter, more comfortable. 

Something tickled her ribs and the wall behind her moved, pulling her out of her sleepy state and into reality. And for the first time in a long-long time, she was glad about it. 

Because, at the moment, the reality was rather pleasant. 

“Good morning,” Ian’s husky, sleepy voice sounded by her ear, his warm breath spreading over her cheek. 

She wasn’t awake enough to respond. She just sighed in pleasure and rested her head against what she assumed was his chest. His fingers gripped and stroked her just under her breasts, his hot palm spreading the heat all over her body. 

If only she could awaken to this every morning. She squinted in the darkness. The sun was not up yet. Which meant the maids were not awake. 

They still had a few minutes before Ian had to leave. 

Ian lowered his face into her hair, as his hand flexed, bringing her closer to his hard body. 

Something poked her at her buttocks–something hot–making Helen’s entire body heat in answer. She arched her back, so she could feel the scalding hardness pressed against her backside again. He moved his pelvis, pressing his length—as hard as iron, as hot as fire—into the seam of her buttocks and she couldn’t help but let out a moan. 

“Shh…” he whispered as his hand moved lower, smoothing her stomach and igniting her desires with one simple motion. 

His nose nudged at her ear, his hot breath wafting pleasantly against her skin. His hand moved lower and lower still until he paused just above the place where she wanted him most. 

He curled his fingers, dragging her nightgown up, baring her legs, letting the cold air surround her. He pulled her shift over her thighs and higher still, then rested it over her waist. 

The mix of cold air and his hot touch played with her senses. She couldn’t help but writhe and twist in the circle of his arms. 

Then his hand traveled between her thighs and gripped her tight. Helen moaned. 

He moved his pelvis, grinding his hard, scalding hot rod against her bottom. 

“Ian,” she whispered hoarsely and he paused for a brief moment. 

He smiled against her neck, then breathed in deeply. “Yes, my love. Call my name.” 

The shivers covered her body from all the little sensations against her skin: his touch, his breaths, his words. 

My love. 

“Ian,” she cried again, his name rolling easily off her tongue, like butter. 

Then his finger split the seams of her feminine lips and she forgot how to think. 

She was hot and uncomfortable in her own skin. She wanted to remove her shift, tear away at the layers of his clothes, and more than anything she wanted him inside her. 

She wanted his taste in her mouth, his scent in her lungs, his body in hers. 

“Ian,” she repeated, unable to articulate her desires, praying that he would understand her need. 

He gripped her tighter to him while his other hand performed miracles in the center of her. It tickled, aroused, and made her moan and writhe against his body, while his pelvis continued rhythmic grinding from behind. His fingers slipped inside her, in and out, mimicking the salacious act she wished they were performing, while the heel of his palm worried the swollen nub just above her center, setting her veins on fire. 

Helen started moving with him, breathy moans escaping her with every exhale. Her back arched, her head lolling uselessly against his chest, needing to be anchored. 

As if reading her thoughts, Ian pressed his mouth against her neck, and then bit her. 

Helen cried out in pleasure as the culminating pressure from her center spread out her entire body, and the scrapes of his teeth against her neck heightening the feeling of bliss. 

This wasn’t gentle lovemaking. 

This was animalistic, rabid, wild, and everything she had ever dreamed of. 

In one motion, Ian slipped from behind her and pressed her against the mattress, spreading her legs at the same time, and settling between them. 

His erect length was pulsing and jolting as he pressed it against her center. He rocked, thrusting his cock against her hot core once, twice, three times. On the fourth time he slapped his manhood against her lower belly and it danced and shook as the white, creamy liquid splashed onto her skin.

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“Are you certain you want to do this?” Ian asked Helen for what seemed to be the thousandth time in one short carriage journey.

“I do,” she lied brazenly, just as she had done the previous thousands of times, and squeezed his hand. She patted Laney on the head and kissed her full cheeks before stepping out onto the pavement.

“We will be right here,” Ian called from the carriage.

She nodded toward him with a smile and walked up the steps of an elegant townhouse. She knocked on the door, and a few moments later, a maid answered it and let Helen inside.

“I am here to see Miss Melisande Reginald,” she said and was escorted to a small sitting room.

She didn’t have to wait long. She hadn’t even reached the middle of the small room when a woman—a gorgeous blonde woman with sparkling green eyes—walked in and froze.

Helen looked at her with a slow appraising gaze. Miss Reginald was younger than Helen, a few inches taller with a curvy figure, full lips, and an expressive face.

A few months ago, the sight of her would have twisted Helen’s insides in knots. This was the woman Greyson had chosen over Helen. This was the woman he had selfishly spent his nights with while Helen was ill.

But now she only felt pity for the young and beautiful woman who was forced to sell her body to maintain an average lifestyle and gave up her daughter so she could continue said lifestyle.

“Good afternoon, Miss Reginald,” Helen said after a prolonged silence. “My name is Lady McAllistair.”

“I know who you are,” the woman said breathlessly. Her gaze ran around the room as if she was looking for someone else.

Helen cleared her throat. “Pardon my presumptuousness. I didn’t mean to catch you unawares—”

“Why are you here?” Miss Reginald looked at Helen, her eyes filled with tears.

“I know who you are, too,” Helen said evenly. “I know that you gave birth to my daughter.”

Miss Reginald swallowed, her eyes turning liquid. “Please, sit.” She gestured toward the seat in front of the hearth and took the one across from her.

“I am not here to pass judgment,” Helen said. “I recently started patronizing a women’s shelter, and it made me realize that there are many unique situations that lead to a woman giving up her child. And I just wanted to tell you that Laney is well cared for and loved.”

Miss Reginald discreetly wiped a tear from her cheek. “I know,” she said with a hoarse voice. “I’ve been watching you and Laney sometimes in the park.”

“You have?” Helen was surprised to hear the revelation.

“I know I gave up the right to her when I left her on the doorstep of your cousin’s house. But at the time, I was desolate, desperate, and afraid. I was all alone, with no job and no money. And I thought that a viscount would give her a better future than a harlot. But after a time, I needed to see her. I needed to be certain that she was well taken care of.”

Helen’s heart hurt for the woman before her, but at the same time, other conflicting feelings invaded her being. “I hope you know that you gave me the best gift I’ve ever received. And if you want to see Laney you don’t have to hide behind the trees in the park. You can come and join us for tea any time you please.”

Miss Reginald’s eyes widened in surprise. She obviously didn’t expect to hear such words from her late lover’s former wife. “Why are you doing this?”

Helen let out a bitter chuckle. “I know this might seem odd to you, but I am doing this for Laney’s benefit. As much as I thought I was content before, I was still upset with my husband for his indiscretions. As much as I love Laney, I was angry at Greyson for fathering a child with another woman. Through my sadness and bitterness, I still loved Laney as my own. But it was only recently that I realized that real healing comes from acceptance. I didn’t know how you felt about Laney when I came here. There was a chance you would not have wanted anything to do with her. But I wasn’t content as I wondered whether you regretted giving her up. So I am opening a door for you to know your daughter. And for her to know that she has more people who love her.”

Miss Reginald looked away, a single tear tracing her cheek.

“You don’t have to answer me right away,” Helen said, knowing how overwhelming this entire meeting must have been for the woman before her. It had been equally overwhelming for Helen. “But here’s my calling card, and these are the details of the women’s shelter I patronize. Just in case.”

She left Miss Reginald sitting in her chair unmoving, but Helen had a feeling this wasn’t the last time she would see the woman.

She returned to the carriage and was welcomed by a loud, happy shriek from Laney. Helen took Laney into her arms and hugged her tightly to her chest. “Did you miss me?”

“Yeee!” Laney shrieked and moved to stand on Helen’s lap.

Ian opened his embrace, and Helen sidled closer to him until she and Laney were both enveloped in his arms.

“Where to?” Ian asked and pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Park!” Laney said and crawled onto Ian’s lap.

Helen chuckled and held her close to his heart. “As you wish, my lady.”

He rapped the roof of the carriage, and the carriage moved, taking their little family onto another adventure.

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Sadie Bosque is a pen name, or an alter ego, if you like, of a sheltered young woman from outskirts of the World. The author uses her secret identity to write steamy historical romance novels by night, hoping to create the perfect escape for people like her. Extremely introverted, the author likes her privacy, but will divulge her writing process and ideas on her social media.

3 thoughts on “Seducing Her Wicked Rogue (Deleted and extra Scenes)

  1. I just found your books a couple of months ago. I am now in the process of reading everything you publish as I enjoy your writing style. Thank you.

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  2. I loved Seducing the wicked Rogue and all the books in the series! I would love for Helen to fully heal and have a child! Bravo


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