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hurriedly reached forward and picked up her coffee cup, realising too late it was
empty, and knowing that he knew it too.
'What is the matter, Eleni? Have you suddenly realised that you are a long way from
London?'
Almost casual y he put one hand on her knee, pushing her skirt up towards her thigh.
Cup and saucer went flying as she struck at his hand in outrage.
'How dare you!' she choked.
He gave a low laugh. 'Why should I not dare? You already mean to present an adverse
report on my behaviour to your grandfather, and you have a saying, have you not, that
one might as wel be hanged for a sheep us a lamb. Wel then ...'
His other arm went round her, pul ing her against him without haste. She struggled
wildly, her hands pushing against his chest, trying to fend him off.
'Let go of me!' she raged. 'Have you gone mad?'
'No,' he said harshly. 'Just curious about this much-vaunted permissive society of yours,
Eleni. Stop fluttering, little bird, and show me how a liberated woman behaves with her
man.'
Lean fingers encircled both her slender wrists, pinioning them securely, and his dark
head bent until his mouth touched the hollow of her throat. She gasped with
helplessness and fright, and another subtler emotion which she could neither explain
nor understand.
'I—I'l scream,' she threatened huskily, although she wasn't sure her dry throat would
produce any sound at al .
'Scream al you wish,' he said against her skin. 'No one wil come, not when I made it
clear we were to be left alone together after dinner. Now be stil .'
His other hand moved upwards, lifting the fal of honey-blonde hair away from her
neck, letting it slide through his fingers. Then his thumb began to stroke the soft skin of
the nape of her neck, sending strange tremors through her body which she was unable
to resist or control. His lips moved downwards with warm deliberation to linger where
the first swel of her breasts showed above the rounded neckline of her dress.
She said imploringly, 'No—Damon—please!' But her words went unheeded. His
caressing hand left her neck and slid down her back, taking, she realised with thumping
heart, the zip of herdress with it. His fingers stroked her spine, sending her body
arching involuntarily against him, and he laughed deep in his throat.
'I liked what I saw at the hotel, kougla mou. I want to see more.' His voice roughened.
'I want to see al of you.'
She gave a little protesting moan, shaking her head, as his fingers dealt with the single
clip fastening her bra and slid it, with her dress, off her shoulders..
For a long, long moment he sat staring at her in silence, the pressure of his fingers on
her wrists increasing so intolerably that she sank her teeth into her bottom lip to stop
herself from crying out with the pain of it. Then he raised his head and looked into her
eyes. His own were as dark as night, slumbrous with desire, little devils dancing in their
depths. As their glances met and held, Helen felt her breathing quicken, and was
shamingly aware of her bared breasts rising and fal ing swiftly under the forceof the
strange and incomprehensible sensations which had her in their grip. Almost
convulsively, she closed her eyes, shutting out the sight, but not the image of him. That
seemed imprinted indelibly on the back of her eyelids.
'Tel me, Eleni,' his voice gritted, 'how many men have seen you as I see you now? How
many?'
She wanted a retort that would shock him, but she could think of nothing to say. And
perhaps if she hadn't been quite so clever with some of her earlier answers, she would
not now be suffering the most traumatic humiliation of her life.
He gritted, 'Answer me, damn you!'
'None.' A littleshudder went through her. 'No one —ever.'
'So—you are a virgin?'
'Yes.' She whispered the sound, her mouth trembling, and felt that paralysing grip on
her wrists relax, found herself released. Dazedly she opened her eyes. He was no
longer beside her or
empty, and knowing that he knew it too.
'What is the matter, Eleni? Have you suddenly realised that you are a long way from
London?'
Almost casual y he put one hand on her knee, pushing her skirt up towards her thigh.
Cup and saucer went flying as she struck at his hand in outrage.
'How dare you!' she choked.
He gave a low laugh. 'Why should I not dare? You already mean to present an adverse
report on my behaviour to your grandfather, and you have a saying, have you not, that
one might as wel be hanged for a sheep us a lamb. Wel then ...'
His other arm went round her, pul ing her against him without haste. She struggled
wildly, her hands pushing against his chest, trying to fend him off.
'Let go of me!' she raged. 'Have you gone mad?'
'No,' he said harshly. 'Just curious about this much-vaunted permissive society of yours,
Eleni. Stop fluttering, little bird, and show me how a liberated woman behaves with her
man.'
Lean fingers encircled both her slender wrists, pinioning them securely, and his dark
head bent until his mouth touched the hollow of her throat. She gasped with
helplessness and fright, and another subtler emotion which she could neither explain
nor understand.
'I—I'l scream,' she threatened huskily, although she wasn't sure her dry throat would
produce any sound at al .
'Scream al you wish,' he said against her skin. 'No one wil come, not when I made it
clear we were to be left alone together after dinner. Now be stil .'
His other hand moved upwards, lifting the fal of honey-blonde hair away from her
neck, letting it slide through his fingers. Then his thumb began to stroke the soft skin of
the nape of her neck, sending strange tremors through her body which she was unable
to resist or control. His lips moved downwards with warm deliberation to linger where
the first swel of her breasts showed above the rounded neckline of her dress.
She said imploringly, 'No—Damon—please!' But her words went unheeded. His
caressing hand left her neck and slid down her back, taking, she realised with thumping
heart, the zip of herdress with it. His fingers stroked her spine, sending her body
arching involuntarily against him, and he laughed deep in his throat.
'I liked what I saw at the hotel, kougla mou. I want to see more.' His voice roughened.
'I want to see al of you.'
She gave a little protesting moan, shaking her head, as his fingers dealt with the single
clip fastening her bra and slid it, with her dress, off her shoulders..
For a long, long moment he sat staring at her in silence, the pressure of his fingers on
her wrists increasing so intolerably that she sank her teeth into her bottom lip to stop
herself from crying out with the pain of it. Then he raised his head and looked into her
eyes. His own were as dark as night, slumbrous with desire, little devils dancing in their
depths. As their glances met and held, Helen felt her breathing quicken, and was
shamingly aware of her bared breasts rising and fal ing swiftly under the forceof the
strange and incomprehensible sensations which had her in their grip. Almost
convulsively, she closed her eyes, shutting out the sight, but not the image of him. That
seemed imprinted indelibly on the back of her eyelids.
'Tel me, Eleni,' his voice gritted, 'how many men have seen you as I see you now? How
many?'
She wanted a retort that would shock him, but she could think of nothing to say. And
perhaps if she hadn't been quite so clever with some of her earlier answers, she would
not now be suffering the most traumatic humiliation of her life.
He gritted, 'Answer me, damn you!'
'None.' A littleshudder went through her. 'No one —ever.'
'So—you are a virgin?'
'Yes.' She whispered the sound, her mouth trembling, and felt that paralysing grip on
her wrists relax, found herself released. Dazedly she opened her eyes. He was no
longer beside her or
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