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hide away in there
forever, she had another think coming. He downed another brandy slamming the
glass down a bit too forcefully.
Yeah, and what exactly are you going to do
about it, if she doesn't come out soon? He had
never forced a woman in his life, and he was not going to start on his wedding
night, that's for sure.
Christ , he really
had married his daughter's nanny. It had seemed such a good idea at the time,
and now... He smiled grimly. Now he was all too aware that he had blackmailed
her into this. He had no idea how she really felt about him. Not too good, if
that locked door was anything to go by. For the umpteenth time he ran one hand
through his hair. Sometimes he really was a fool. He had been so focused on
protecting Mimi and getting that bitch of his ex-wife out of their lives, he'd
given little thought to how Elise must be feeling about all of this.
His dad would have him strung up for the way he
had acted around her. Certainly not the way he was raised, but she had gotten
under his skin with an amazing speed from the day she had spilled the contents
of that hideous bag all over his door step. It was as though he had seen her
for the first time. He shook his head remembering his instant reaction with a
rueful smile as he walked up to the locked door putting one ear against it. Not
a sound to be heard.
Hell, he would do himself an injury trying to
break it down, and besides he didn't want her scared of him. He wanted her to
come willingly. She wasn't immune to him; he knew that. He just had to get her
out of that blasted room.
****
Elise froze at the soft knock on the door.
Marco's low voice wrapped itself around her senses and shivers went down her
spine. She had expected him to be angry, but instead his voice held a very low
seductive timbre.
"Open up, pasticcino . A husband
could die out here waiting for his wife."
Oh bloody hell. She would have to do this sooner or later. He might be amenable now, but Elise
had no doubt he would break the door down if he had to. He was a man used to
getting what he wanted, and for some inexplicable reason he wanted her. She
took one last look at herself in the bathroom mirror and opened the door.
Marco was casually leaning against the
doorframe, a flute of champagne in one hand, his gaze intense as he slowly
looked her up and down. He'd disposed of his jacket and tie, his shirt buttons
undone enough for her to see his chest hair, and Elise hastily looked away.
"Here, pasticcino , you look as
though you could do with this."
Elise grabbed the flute off him, downing the
whole thing in one go. Maybe if she had enough of these, this would be easier.
One large hand went under her chin whilst the other took the champagne flute of
her, casually throwing it in the direction of the settee.
"Why so nervous, pasticcino?"
Elise looked at him, her heart hammering in her
chest so fast, she felt faint.
"I'm not nervous."
"Liar," was the whispered response as
his gaze rested on the rapid pulse at her throat. He moved his hand from her
chin slowly down her neck skimming her collar bone. With the lightest of
touches he stroked downwards, barely touching her nipples, which were suddenly
aching for his touch. He moved his hand towards her bare back and pulled her in
closer. She was so close to him now the fierce heat of his body infused hers.
His own unique scent surrounded her and called her home.
He murmured something in Italian as his mouth
retraced the path his hand had blazed on her skin moments before. When he
slowly turned her around, his erection jutting into her ass brought an
answering need deep inside Elise's core. He trailed kisses up her spine towards
the base of her neck and suckled at the sensitive skin there. Elise couldn't
help the needful whimper. She felt Marco's smile through his kisses as he paid
homage to her neck whilst slowly nudging her towards the bedroom.
The size of that huge four poster bed gave Elise
renewed palpitations, and she tried in vain to
forever, she had another think coming. He downed another brandy slamming the
glass down a bit too forcefully.
Yeah, and what exactly are you going to do
about it, if she doesn't come out soon? He had
never forced a woman in his life, and he was not going to start on his wedding
night, that's for sure.
Christ , he really
had married his daughter's nanny. It had seemed such a good idea at the time,
and now... He smiled grimly. Now he was all too aware that he had blackmailed
her into this. He had no idea how she really felt about him. Not too good, if
that locked door was anything to go by. For the umpteenth time he ran one hand
through his hair. Sometimes he really was a fool. He had been so focused on
protecting Mimi and getting that bitch of his ex-wife out of their lives, he'd
given little thought to how Elise must be feeling about all of this.
His dad would have him strung up for the way he
had acted around her. Certainly not the way he was raised, but she had gotten
under his skin with an amazing speed from the day she had spilled the contents
of that hideous bag all over his door step. It was as though he had seen her
for the first time. He shook his head remembering his instant reaction with a
rueful smile as he walked up to the locked door putting one ear against it. Not
a sound to be heard.
Hell, he would do himself an injury trying to
break it down, and besides he didn't want her scared of him. He wanted her to
come willingly. She wasn't immune to him; he knew that. He just had to get her
out of that blasted room.
****
Elise froze at the soft knock on the door.
Marco's low voice wrapped itself around her senses and shivers went down her
spine. She had expected him to be angry, but instead his voice held a very low
seductive timbre.
"Open up, pasticcino . A husband
could die out here waiting for his wife."
Oh bloody hell. She would have to do this sooner or later. He might be amenable now, but Elise
had no doubt he would break the door down if he had to. He was a man used to
getting what he wanted, and for some inexplicable reason he wanted her. She
took one last look at herself in the bathroom mirror and opened the door.
Marco was casually leaning against the
doorframe, a flute of champagne in one hand, his gaze intense as he slowly
looked her up and down. He'd disposed of his jacket and tie, his shirt buttons
undone enough for her to see his chest hair, and Elise hastily looked away.
"Here, pasticcino , you look as
though you could do with this."
Elise grabbed the flute off him, downing the
whole thing in one go. Maybe if she had enough of these, this would be easier.
One large hand went under her chin whilst the other took the champagne flute of
her, casually throwing it in the direction of the settee.
"Why so nervous, pasticcino?"
Elise looked at him, her heart hammering in her
chest so fast, she felt faint.
"I'm not nervous."
"Liar," was the whispered response as
his gaze rested on the rapid pulse at her throat. He moved his hand from her
chin slowly down her neck skimming her collar bone. With the lightest of
touches he stroked downwards, barely touching her nipples, which were suddenly
aching for his touch. He moved his hand towards her bare back and pulled her in
closer. She was so close to him now the fierce heat of his body infused hers.
His own unique scent surrounded her and called her home.
He murmured something in Italian as his mouth
retraced the path his hand had blazed on her skin moments before. When he
slowly turned her around, his erection jutting into her ass brought an
answering need deep inside Elise's core. He trailed kisses up her spine towards
the base of her neck and suckled at the sensitive skin there. Elise couldn't
help the needful whimper. She felt Marco's smile through his kisses as he paid
homage to her neck whilst slowly nudging her towards the bedroom.
The size of that huge four poster bed gave Elise
renewed palpitations, and she tried in vain to
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