Blackmailed By The Greek's Vows. Tara Pammi

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      But he wasn’t asking her back. He didn’t want to give their marriage another chance. He didn’t want to give her a chance.

      No, all he wanted was a sop to his male ego. All he wanted was to punish her for daring to leave him, for calling him out on his ruthless ambition.

      That pain gave her a rope with which to climb out of the sensual haze. To deny herself what she’d never been able to before—his touch.

      “Please, Kairos, release me.”

      The moment the words were out of her mouth, he let her go. Pupils drenched with lust, he stared at her as if he couldn’t believe she could put a stop to it.

      Shaking but determined to hold herself up, she met his gaze. “What do I have to do to get you to agree to a divorce? To get you to leave me alone?”

      He looked taken aback but recovered fast. “Three months as my wife.”

      “Why? Why do you need me now? Other than because you want to punish me for walking out on you?”

      “I have a debt to pay to Theseus.”

      “The man who brought you home from the streets, the one who adopted you?”

      “Ne.”

      “And for this, you need to have a wife?”

      “Yes. His daughter Helena—”

      “Is causing trouble between you and him? You want me to take her on? I don’t understand how your wife’s presence will help...” The words trailed away from her lips as she saw his closed off expression. A mocking laugh rose. “Non, I’ve got it, I think. The daughter wants you and you want to say no without hurting anyone’s feelings. How noble of you, Kairos.”

      His brow cleared, relief dawning in his eyes. “Theseus deserves nothing less from me.”

      The depth of his sincerity shook Tina. She had never seen Kairos feel that strongly about anyone or anything. Except wealth and power and the amassing of it.

      “This is the only way you get your divorce, Valentina.”

      “You cannot drag me back into that life against my will.”

      “But I can fight the divorce proceedings. Make your life into the media circus that you suddenly appear to abhor. And even worse, one wrong word or move from me toward you will bring forth your brothers’ fury upon me and their interference in your life...if you truly intend to make it on your own, that would be hell.”

      Tina stared at him, amazed despite the anger pouring through her. He was calling her bluff about all this—the new direction she wanted to take in life.

      She was damned if she answered it, damned if she didn’t. She didn’t want to spend another moment with him and yet he had left her no choice.

      She sighed. “You will release me when things are clarified?”

      “When things are clarified to my satisfaction, yes. No sooner. I’m warning you, Valentina, I want a perfect wife. No tantrums. No reckless escapades. You could even leave with the fat settlement the divorce will award you with the satisfaction that you’ve truly earned it. A novel feeling, I assure you.”

      “And if I sleep with you to earn it, you will have truly made me a whore, si, Kairos? Will your dented ego be repaired then? Because, hear me out, Kairos. My body might be willing but my heart is not.”

      The growl he swallowed down filled her with vicious satisfaction.

      Valentina smiled for the first time in nine months.

      Now all she’d have to do was convince herself of what she had told him.

       CHAPTER THREE

      WHAT DO I have to do to get you to leave me alone?

      She truly wanted out of their marriage.

      The realization moved through Kairos like an earthquake as he stared down at her sleeping form in the rear cabin of his private jet.

      He’d only thought of how he would punish her when he found her. How good she would feel under him once again. How he would provoke her temper until she came at him all explosive fury and uncontained passion.

      But she’d done nothing of the sort.

      Oh, she’d lost control a couple of times and given him back as much as he’d deserved, but that was nothing to the Valentina he had known.

      It was as if he was looking at a stranger.

      If I sleep with you to earn it, you will have truly made me a whore.

      Christos, only she could find such an appalling twist to what he had suggested.

      But then since he was blackmailing her into his bed, was it any wonder that she had fought dirty?

      He should have been impervious to her passionate, fiery declarations after ten months of living with her and her infamous tempers. Should have been unaffected by the sounds of her moans, the slide of her lithe body against his when he touched her.

      That he wasn’t, disconcerted him on a level he didn’t understand.

      His physical need for her and only her, and the fact that neither the sweet Stella nor any of the women who had readily offered him a place in their bed in the nine months since Valentina had walked out on him had remotely even tempted him, he could still somehow explain.

      Like she had so crudely pointed out, Valentina was explosive in bed. He had been more than surprised when he’d discovered her virginity on their wedding night.

      Valentina, as he’d quickly learned to his tremendous satisfaction, was an utterly sensual creature. Whatever he had taught her in bed, she’d not only taken to it enthusiastically but her innate curiosity for his body, her relentless eagerness to return every pleasure he had shown her. That she had remained untouched had been a shock.

      She possessed a quick temper and an even quicker sexual trigger, and Christos, he’d reveled in making her explode to his slightest caresses. Tender and drawn-out, or explosive and fast, her passion had matched his own.

      No man could be blamed for becoming obsessed like he had.

      He needed Valentina with a fervor he didn’t care or need to understand, and he would have her.

      But the hurt in her eyes as he had dealt one cruel statement after the other, hoping to get her temper to rise, festered like an unhealed wound in the hours since he’d arranged for them to travel to Greece.

      He should be grateful that the blinders were torn from her eyes. That she would not look at him anymore as if he were her knight in shining armor. Or the man who’d fulfilled all her romantic СКАЧАТЬ