Devil Lover. Кэрол Мортимер

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СКАЧАТЬ to say yes, Donny had betrayed her after all. But she didn't doubt that Andreas Vatis would indeed break him, and she wasn't sure he deserved that, for all his deceit. Besides, when he had known of her plans he had tried to stop her. Perhaps he had realised her fate!

      ‘No, he never touched me like that.’ No man had. She was ashamed of her own response to this man's hands on her body, her breasts still tingling from his touch.

      ‘Nor any other man?’ he persisted harshly.

      ‘Nor any other man,’ she admitted dully. No one else had ever induced her to such sexual excitement!

      He released her so suddenly she almost fell, but he was seemingly unmoved by the way he had just touched her, moving back to study the perfumes as if he had never deviated his attention from them. ‘When you finished your college course I contacted the employment agency you went to and asked for you to be sent for an interview.’

      ‘To Clive Western. Is he in on this, too?’ she asked disgustedly.

      ‘Clive employed you on my instructions, but he did not know the real reason I wanted you here. I think he perhaps imagined I had another relationship in mind.’

      ‘So Helena doesn't need a companion?’

      ‘As her stepmother I expect you to become just that. Your duties as my wife will not be too arduous—during the daytime hours.’

      Regan glared at him. ‘I've already told you, I'm not going to marry you.’

      Andreas Vatis shrugged. ‘That is your choice, of course. Here,’ he handed her one of the perfumes. ‘Wear this tonight when I come to your room.’

      ‘I won't be here tonight, I'm leaving.’

      ‘I think not.’ He removed the key to the room, placing it on the outside of the door, his intention clear. ‘And we are three floors up. I would not recommend you jumping,’ he mocked.

      ‘But you can't keep me here against my will,’ she told him desperately.

      ‘I am not doing that, you are. As my wife you will be perfectly free to go where you choose—within reason. As my mistress——’

      ‘Don't you mean sex-slave?’ she scorned.

      ‘I require sons from you. Unfortunately they cannot be obtained without the sexual act.’

      ‘You're inhuman!’

      ‘But you are not,’ he smiled tauntingly. ‘You liked my hands upon you just now. Do not deny it. I am not ignorant of the workings of a woman's body. I know pleasure when I see it, and you liked what I did to you. Tonight there will be more, much more,’ he promised mockingly.

      ‘No!’ Her voice came out shrill.

      His eyes narrowed. ‘Does that mean you will marry me?’

      ‘No,’ she shook her head firmly.

      He shrugged. ‘Then you will wear the perfume tonight. It is called “Desirable"—let us hope I find you that way by tonight.’

      Regan was aware that he was insulting her again, that his words were designed to cause humiliation. ‘You can't get away with this sort of thing in this country,’ she informed him tautly. ‘It's called kidnapping. And rape will be added to that if you carry out your threat.’

      ‘You came here of your own free will, I have witnesses to the fact.’

      ‘But I'm not staying from the same freedom.’

      ‘In a few weeks’ time you will not want to leave,’ he told her with indifference. ‘I will make sure of that.’

      ‘You're doing all this because of what happened ten years ago?’

      His mouth tightened. ‘Yes.’

      ‘And if I agree to marry you?’

      ‘Then you will be shown every consideration.’

      ‘Except that I would still have to share your bed.’

      ‘Unless you know of some other way we can have children.’ His smile was cruelly mocking.

      Regan took a deep breath. ‘All right, I'll marry you.’

      His green eyes narrowed questioningly, his intent gaze searching her features. Regan forced herself to remain calm. ‘You are up to something.’ he said slowly, suspiciously. ‘Do you think that by agreeing you will encourage me to let you roam freely about the estate? Do you take me for a fool, Regan? You will remain in your room until tomorrow. I have arranged for us to be married then.’

      ‘You were so sure of me.’ she said bitterly.

      ‘You have no real choice,’ he told her arrogantly.

      Oh yes, she did, and one he wasn't aware of. She hadn't been a tomboy for nothing. Once Andreas Vatis had left her room she intended climbing down the drainpipe she had seen outside her window, something she had done a lot as a child, and escaping that way. ‘Does that mean that you'll leave me alone tonight?’

      ‘Poor Regan, are you afraid of being in a man's arms?’ he taunted.

      ‘Not a man's,’ she flushed. ‘But the devil's, yes.’

      ‘So I am the devil now, am I?’ he rasped, obviously not liking what she said. ‘Then make sure you do not bring out the devil in me when I possess you,’ he warned. ‘I could hurt you very much.’

      He would never possess her, never! ‘Will you have my lunch sent up here?’ she asked.

      He looked taken aback, finally giving a husky laugh, ‘I will never understand the workings of a woman's mind—her body, yes, but never her mind. One minute we are talking of sharing a bed, the next you are talking of food.’

      Because her mind was racing on to her escape, to gaining the most time before it was discovered she had gone, and she needed to know whether a maid would be coming up here in the next hour or so. ‘They're both appetites,’ she dismissed. ‘At the moment I happen to consider the latter of more importance. And you probably don't understand a woman's mind because that has never been the part of a woman you're interested in.’ She knew he kept a low profile on his affairs, but she also knew there had to have been several, the experience of his hands hadn't been carried forward ten years from his wife. Besides, he emitted a sexual aura that in any other circumstances she might have been drawn to. But never through force, or under duress!

      ‘You are probably right,’ he didn't rise to her taunt. ‘And yes, your lunch will be sent up here. I dare not risk you seeing Clive and trying to convince him to take you back to London with him. He is loyal to me, but he also has a strong sense of what is wrong and what is right.’

      ‘And he would know this is wrong!’

      ‘I'm afraid so,’ he nodded.

      Regan was more and more convinced her plan was going to work. Once she had climbed down the drainpipe she could stow away in the back of Clive's car. There was a blanket on the back seat she could СКАЧАТЬ