Mistresses: Blackmailed For His Pleasure. Annie West

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      Take care of Rachel, he’d told her.

      That responsibility rested heavier on her now. How could she possibly see to the child’s needs and be Stefano’s willing mistress as well? How could she continue to keep the two worlds apart?

      One month. That’s all she had to abide by Stefano’s agreement. Never mind that she’d felt whole and wanted and loved in his arms. Never mind that she hadn’t wanted the moment to end.

      Cesare was adamant that Stefano not know about Rachel. He didn’t trust his own son with his love child’s care. But could he have misjudged his son? Could she trust Stefano with the truth?

      She wished she knew!

      Her head spun just thinking of the needs Rachel still required. The private school and nanny were another matter. Had Cesare made arrangements for Rachel’s future?

      She hoped so for she couldn’t turn Rachel down. Not after investing so much of herself in the child’s recovery.

      “I’ll take care of Rachel,” she whispered, wishing Cesare was awake and could hear her promise. But it won’t be easy, she silently added.

      How could she possibly manage it alone?

      The scuff of a shoe behind her snapped her from her dire musings. Someone was very close to her, and the energy crackling in the air could only be generated from one arrogant Italian. Stefano.

      Gemma steadied her breathing the best she could and turned, but her chest felt too tight and her stomach knotted with dread as her gaze clashed with Stefano Marinetti’s flashing dark eyes.

      He was the embodiment of a Roman sentry garbed in tailored Armani and a glacial scowl. Anger eddied off him in heat waves.

      “A word in private with you,” he said, his voice sharp and disapproving.

      “Of course,” Gemma said, not wishing to vent her anger in front of the nurses.

      But she lifted her chin to let Stefano know she was not sorry she’d defied him. All show, for her insides quaked with uncertainty and fear. Not fear for herself.

      No, for Cesare’s recovery and for his child. For her own agreement with Stefano. What would the future hold for them?

      She pushed past the man she’d loved to distraction last night and came face-to-face with an older woman. Even if the family resemblance hadn’t been unmistakable, Gemma knew this was Cesare’s sister.

      “E’questa la donna?” the woman asked Stefano, her dark eyes as censoring as her nephew’s.

      “Sì,” he said, leaving Gemma to wonder what he’d told his aunt about her.

      Nothing good she was sure, given he bore no resemblance to the gentle, sensual man she’d made love with last night. And could that have been his goal all along? Had he set out to break down her defenses with the love she craved so she’d reveal his father’s secrets?

      Had he tried to seduce her into trusting him?

      If so then he’d misjudged her loyalty to Cesare.

      From what she’d learned of him, he disliked being wrong or bested. Right now hard, unyielding Stefano ruled in the light of day, and it was obvious he was furious with her for escaping his yacht and coming here.

      So she hurried down the hall with his hand pressed to the small of her back. Thankfully nobody could hear her knees knock with worry.

      Nobody but her felt her heart aching with indecision. That small, dominating hold on her was creating havoc within her, reminding her of the passion they’d shared. Of the heat that still flared between them.

      Was that all it was? Sex?

      It must be. But even as she settled on that reason, she feared that another emotion had begun to take root last night. Love.

      Last night he’d made love to her so thoroughly and so deeply that her heart had beat in tandem with his. She’d seen a tenderness in him that he kept hidden, a vulnerability that she’d glimpsed once before when he’d mentioned his sister- in-law’s deceit.

      She’d sensed his raw need tinged with fear and her heart had melted then and there. She’d ached to comfort him. To hold him into the night. To love him now and forever.

      She’d melded with the soul of the man and knew he was capable of intense compassion as well as passion. She wanted to believe he’d embrace the role of Rachel’s brother. She wanted to trust that Stefano Marinetti would finally put family above business and himself. She wanted to believe all would be right.

      And now? Now in the harsh light of day the ruthless, arrogant Stefano was back in control. She slipped into the alcove and whirled on him, breaking the contact that muddled her mind so.

      When it came to business, Stefano was brutal.

      When it came to family, he’d walked away before without a care. She couldn’t let that happen to Rachel. She couldn’t let him hurt her, either.

      He pressed Gemma against the wall and stood over her, his hard, lean body centimeters from hers. It was a pose she’d seen countless times between couples on the street when they wanted a private moment to share a few words.

      Or to share a kiss.

      A delicious shiver ran through her and she damned her body’s eager response to his. Here and gone, leaving an intense ache of want. Leaving her trembling.

      “You were to wait on the ship for me,” he said in a furious whisper that raised bumps on her skin.

      She’d not allow him to heap guilt on her. “I was worried about your papa, and you.”

      The pulse in his temple beat madly, belying the cocky smile he affected. “He is unconscious, bella. The doctors don’t know when he’ll awaken or what condition he’ll be in when and if he does.”

      Just what she’d feared. “I’m so sorry, Stefano. If there is anything I can do—”

      “You can obey a direct order from now on, okay?”

      “Of course,” she said and hoped he couldn’t hear the lie in her voice.

      He shifted closer, his mouth quirking just so while desire softened the hard glint in his eyes. “What is going through your mind right now?”

      Unbidden came the memory of them locked together in passion, writhing as one. She quivered at each deep rasp of his breath, of his spicy scent that teased her senses and clung to her skin yesterday morning. That seemed a lifetime away now.

      He’d been dominant yet gentle, not this domineering man who had the ability to shift from intractable to sensual in the blink of an eye. Right now it was all she could do to keep her spine pressed to the wall when she wanted to bow into his body.

      “I’m concerned about Cesare,” she said. “And we have unsettled business between us.”

      “You are worried about our personal contract?”

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