Blackmailed Into The Marriage Bed. Melanie Milburne

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      If you come out of Recovery...

      Ailsa could hear the unspoken words like a haunting echo inside her head. Vinn had lost his mother when he was a small child barely old enough to remember her. He had lost his grandmother—who had effectively raised him—five years ago, and lost his father during the last two years. Now he was facing the prospect of losing his grandfather. The grandfather who, in many ways, had been more of a father to him than his own father.

      She hadn’t expected to feel anything other than hate towards Vinn because of the way he had married her because he wanted a wife and she had somehow measured up to his standards. Little did he know how far below those standards she actually fell. But now she felt an enormous wave of sympathy for what he must be going through. She wasn’t supposed to feel anything where Vinn was concerned. She was in the process of divorcing him.

      But who wouldn’t feel sorry for someone saying goodbye to a grandfather who had been there for them all of their life? Dom and his wife Maria had stepped in when Vinn’s mother died when he was so young and again when his father had caused so much financial and emotional mayhem. Dom had been there for Vinn in every way possible and now he was facing the very real prospect of losing him. Not that she had found out any of that information about his grandparents’ role in his life from Vinn. She had found out most of it from his previous secretary Rosa, who had filled her in on some of the Gagliardi family dynamics.

      Ailsa leaned down to kiss Dom’s cheeks and wish him well and, when she straightened, Vinn’s arm encircled her waist and drew her close to his body. In spite of the layers of her clothes, his touch set off fireworks through her flesh. He was so much taller than she was and even in her high heels she barely came up to his shoulder. She had never been more aware of her femininity than when standing next to him. It was as if his body had secret radar that was finely tuned to hers, signalling to it, making it ping back responses she had little or no control over. She could feel them now. Ping. Ping. Ping. Tingle. Tingle. Tingle. The warm press of his hand on her left hip was sending a message straight to her core, like a network of fiery hot wires fizzing and whizzing. Her breasts began to stir, as if remembering the slightly calloused glide of his hands caressing them, his thumbs rolling over her nipples...

      Ailsa gave herself a mental slap and eased out of Vinn’s hold once Dom had been wheeled away, accompanied by the nurse and three other clinicians. She waited until they were alone before she turned to face Vinn with a skewering glare. ‘Did you tell him we were back together before you’d even spoken to me?’

      His expression showed faint signs of irritation. ‘No. But he must’ve put two and two together when he saw you come in with me.’ He rubbed a hand over his face, the sound of his stubble catching against his skin making something in her belly turn over. ‘Thanks, by the way. You’ve made a frail old man very happy.’

      Ailsa shifted her lips from side to side—a habit she’d had since childhood. She did it when she was stressed and she did it when she was thinking. ‘But what about when he wakes up? He’ll know there’s something not right between us. He might be desperately sick but he’s not a fool.’

      His dark-as-pitch eyes moved between each of hers in a back and forth motion, as if looking for a gap in her firewall. ‘You’ll have to work a little harder on convincing him you’re in love with me.’

      Ailsa gave him an arch look. ‘Maybe you could show me how to do it by example.’

      His hooded gaze went to her mouth and something dropped off a shelf in her stomach. That was the look that had started their crazy lust-driven relationship. The I-want-to-have-jungle-sex-with-you look. The look that melted her self-control like a scorching flame on sorbet. But then, as if he remembered they were still in a hospital room and likely to be interrupted, he brought his gaze back to hers. ‘I’m sure you’ll do a great job once you see ten million pounds in your bank account.’ He took out his phone and started pressing the keys, adding, ‘I’ll transfer a quarter of the funds now and the rest on signing.’

      Ailsa bristled again at the suggestion she could be bought. ‘I don’t care if you put twenty million in my account, it won’t change the fact that I hate you. And I told you, I’m not signing it until I’ve had time to think about it.’

      He looked up from his phone with an unreadable look. ‘Hate me all you like in private, cara, but in public—signed agreement or not—you will act like a blissfully happy bride or answer for the consequences.’

      She ground her teeth together. ‘Don’t go all macho man on me, Vinn. It won’t work.’

      One side of his mouth lifted in an indolent smile as if he was enjoying her strong will colliding with his. He stepped closer and lifted her chin with the tip of his finger. She knew she should have jerked away from him but for some reason her body was locked in a mesmerised stasis. His eyes were so dark she couldn’t make out his pupils and they pulsed with little flashes of heat that could have been anger or red-hot desire or a combination of the two.

      ‘You really are spoiling for a fight, aren’t you, tesoro mio? But you know where our fights end up, hmm? In bed with you raking your fingernails down my back as I make you come again and again and again.’

      Ailsa could feel her cheeks blushing like an industrial furnace. How dare he remind her of how wanton she had been in his arms? He made her turn into an animal in his bed. A wild animal with needs and desires and hungers that had never been awakened, much less satisfied, by anyone but him.

      The need to get away from him so she could think straight was suddenly paramount. She didn’t care what agreement he wanted her to sign or for how much, but right then and there she had to put some space between them.

      ‘Dream on, Vinn. I need the bathroom. Will you excuse me for a minute?’

      ‘There’s a bathroom in here.’ He pointed to the signed door in his grandfather’s room. ‘I’ll wait for you.’

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