Claimed by the Sicilian: Sicilian Husband, Blackmailed Bride / The Sicilian's Red-Hot Revenge / The Sicilian's Wife. Kate Walker

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СКАЧАТЬ he had wanted and he had made the arrangements necessary to ensure that he got what he wanted. That was Guido Corsentino all over. What he wanted was what he got. No argument; no debate.

      ‘I still want you.’

      If it was possible, there was even less room for debate in that statement.

      ‘So that answers your next question.’

      ‘It does? And just what was my next question going to be?’

      The sidelong glance that flashed at her from those deep, dark eyes warned against the note of flippancy that had crept into her tone. Don’t challenge me, that look said. Don’t even try!

      ‘You don’t even have to say it. It’s written clear on your face—you want to know why I came after you, why you’re here.’

      ‘You came after me because you wanted to break up my marriage to Rafe,’ Amber said slowly.

      He might be right about the rest of the question that burned in her thoughts but she didn’t want to risk opening up that particular can of worms. Because it inevitably led to another, more uncomfortable question—the one that went ‘Why did you have sex with me?’ Because there was no way on earth she could ask ‘Why did you make love to me?’

      ‘And because I still wanted you,’ Guido put in, stilling her nervous tongue when she would have gone on. ‘But it took the prospect of your marrying another man to make me see just how much.’

      He was jealous! Amber didn’t quite know why that should rock her world so violently, but it did. So much so that she actually put a hand out onto the surface of the bed to support herself when the room seemed to shudder around her. The movement made the sheet she had been holding to her gape widely at the front and she had to clutch at it frantically to keep it from falling. The resulting tug at her nerves made her voice sharp as she met his black, intent gaze.

      ‘And is that supposed to flatter me?’

      ‘I don’t do flattery.’

      The lift of Guido’s broad shoulders shrugged off the question as unimportant.

      ‘I would have come after you anyway—it’s just that the need to stop your illegal marriage made me move rather faster than I’d planned.’

      ‘You would have come after me?’

      Amber couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She had been so sure that she had slammed the door on that particular relationship-locked it and thrown away the key. She had never thought that he might actually come after her. But then of course she hadn’t bargained on the fact that their marriage had actually been legal instead of the fake she had believed it to be.

      ‘I was waiting for you to come to your senses.’

      He sounded so confident, so totally sure of himself—and of her—that Amber could only gape stupidly, her eyes wide and glazed, her mouth falling slightly open.

      ‘And now I suppose you think I should be thankful that you saved me from a bigamous marriage.’

      Once again those broad shoulders lifted in a dismissive shrug. Amber tried not to notice how the movement flexed the muscles in his chest, defining the tightness of them, the narrow waist.

      ‘You would never have been happy with St Clair.’

      But that was too much. The arrogance of the way that he had moved in, taken over her life, turned it upside down, was more than she could bear.

      ‘Did you even give me a chance to find out? Did it ever cross your mind that I might have wanted to be with Rafe?’

      ‘Do you love him?’

      The question came harshly, thrown into her face almost brutally so that she reared back away from it as if it had been an actual blow.

      ‘Do you?’

      ‘You asked me that once already; why ask it again?’

      ‘Because you brought it up again. And isn’t it a normal thing to ask of a bride on her wedding day? Wouldn’t her family—her friends—want to know if she was in love with the man she was marrying?’

      ‘You’re neither my family, nor my friend.’

      And the memory of just how little her mother had actually cared brought the sting of tears to her eyes, making her blink fiercely to drive them away. Under the covering of the sheet, the tightly boned basque was digging into her painfully and she wished she could take the time and space to adjust it. But with Guido still sitting so close, his eyes watching every movement, every expression like a hawk, she didn’t dare even try.

      ‘And you’re never likely to be either.’

      Oh, damn, damn, damn it! Just saying those words had made the tears burn even more cruelly, and blinking so hard didn’t seem to be working. Instead of holding them back it was making them spill out onto her cheeks, blurring her sight, soaking into her lashes.

      ‘Don’t worry, it’s not your friend I want to be.’ Was she imagining things or had there been the faintest of emphasis on that word ‘friend’? ‘So why don’t you answer the question?’

      ‘Why are you asking it?’ Amber countered. ‘Are you telling me that if I say I love him you’ll let me go—set me free to be with him?’

      The sudden hope in her eyes stabbed daggers at Guido, making him clench his hands furiously over the sheet, crushing it mercilessly. The temptation to gather it up and rip it from end to end to express the way he was feeling was a tormenting provocation in his thoughts, one he fought an ugly little battle with, only just managing to subdue it in time.

      Just for a wild, crazy second, he almost wished that she was right. Wished that she could say she loved Rafe St Clair with all her heart, all her soul. At least that would get him off this appalling treadmill that he had been on ever since she’d left him. If he’d been able to believe that she truly loved any other man—even Rafe St Clair—if she could say that to his face and mean it, then he would have to let her go, he admitted to himself. He would have no option.

      But of course she was never going to say any such thing.

      So what was it that had brought tears to her eyes, spiking her long dark lashes and sparkling like diamonds against the blackness? The temptation to reach out and touch a finger to one of those sparkling drops ate at him inside so that he tightened his grip on the sheets again in order to resist it.

      ‘You had your chance to say you loved him in the church,’ he challenged her roughly. ‘You didn’t take it. You couldn’t take it.’

      Just for a moment she looked as if she was going to fight him on that. As if she was going to try and say he was wrong, even though they both knew before she started that she would never convince him.

      Her green eyes flashed defiance, the warm pink lips even opened and she drew in a ragged breath…

      Then let it out again in a sigh.

      ‘No,’ she admitted, low and soft. ‘No, I’m not madly in love with Rafe.’

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