The Fiorenza Forced Marriage. Melanie Milburne
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СКАЧАТЬ watching. She was as attracted to him as he was to her. He had felt the tension passing between them like high voltage electricity. He could even feel it now. ‘I am sure we will be mutually satisfied by the arrangement,’ he said with an enigmatic smile.

      A flicker of something came and went in her gaze. ‘I would like to establish some ground rules,’ she said.

      ‘Such as?’

      ‘This is a hands-off arrangement, correct?’

      ‘If that is what you want,’ he said. ‘But if you change your mind just let me know.’

      She gave him a withering look. ‘I will not be changing my mind,’ she said. ‘As far as I am concerned this is a temporary businesslike arrangement. I hope I won’t have to keep reminding you of that.’

      Oh, but she’s damned good at this, Rafaele thought, deliberately withholding her charms to make me feel the lure of the chase. He would bring her to heel, however, and a whole lot sooner than she realised. His body hardened at the thought of driving into her softness, claiming her as his until she forgot all about her affair with his father. She would be screaming his name in the throes of pleasure. She would be raking her nails down his back as he took her to paradise. ‘You will not have to remind me,’ he assured her. ‘I will take my cue from you.’

      Her gaze narrowed slightly. ‘What do you mean?’

      He gave another inward smile at her artifice. ‘I mean that if you make the first move I will respond to it as any full-blooded man would do in the same situation.’

      She gave him a condescending look. ‘So any woman with a pulse will do for you—is that it?’

      ‘You do yourself a disservice, Emma,’ he said with a lazy smile. ‘You are a very attractive young woman. I would be more than happy to consummate our marriage if you should require my services.’

      Her cheeks pooled with angry colour. ‘I am sure I will be able to survive the duration of our marriage without resorting to such a measure of desperation,’ she clipped back primly.

      Rafaele felt his groin kicking with anticipation. He had never felt such wild desire before. No wonder his father had agreed to give her half of his estate. Rafaele felt like offering her double what he’d already offered just to have her on her back on the floor right here and now. He had to fight not to show how she was affecting him. He schooled his features into indifference and reached for his coffee again. ‘I will have some legal papers for you to sign later today,’ he said.

      ‘What do I need to sign?’ she asked with a guarded look.

      ‘A pre-nuptial agreement, for one thing,’ he said. ‘I am not going to be stripped of half of my assets when we terminate our marriage.’

      ‘How soon do I get the money you offered?’ she asked.

      He held her grey-blue gaze. ‘How soon do you want it?’

      She lowered her eyes. ‘I have some debts to see to…they’re rather urgent.’

      ‘If you give me your bank account details I will see to it the moment we get back from the church.’

      Her eyes flew back to his. ‘The church? You mean we’re getting married in a church?’

      ‘Do you have a problem with that?’

      She sank her teeth into her lower lip for a moment. ‘No… it’s just I thought a register office would be more appropriate under the circumstances.’

      ‘I do not think our marriage would be considered authentic if we did not have it consecrated by the church,’ he said. ‘I will also arrange for a dress and veil for you.’

      ‘You don’t have to do that.’

      ‘It is no bother,’ he said. ‘My mother’s wedding dress and veil have been well preserved and you are much the same size as she was.’

      Her eyes were wide grey-blue pools. ‘I can’t wear your mother’s dress!’

      ‘Why not? People will think it a loving gesture on your part,’ he said. ‘Besides, this is probably going to be the only time I marry anyone so I might as well do it properly.’

      Emma chewed at her bottom lip in agitation. This was going to be much harder than she had expected. Somehow she had thought a quick civil service would make her feel less married. That was vitally important to her. She didn’t want to feel married to him.

      ‘I will get my mother’s rings out of the safe for you,’ he said. ‘But of course they must be returned to me once our marriage ends.’

      ‘Yes, of course…’ she said. ‘I wouldn’t dream of keeping them.’

      ‘The wedding will take place tomorrow.’

      Emma’s heart gave a sickening lurch. ‘T-tomorrow?’

      ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘The legalities will be seen to this afternoon. The ceremony will take place tomorrow at the Basilica of Saint Abbondio, the ancient cathedral in the town. Have you by any chance been there?’

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