A Vengeful Passion

‘I never dreamt you would even consider me worthy of such an honour as providing you with an heir,’ Ashley delivered, terrified that her perilously thin control would splinter into shards in front of him. ‘Not with the opinion you have of me.’

Vito’s hard mouth tightened. ‘You are physically very attractive, mentally very bright, and morally very courageous.’

Ashley was beginning to shake. ‘You mean I score straight As as a potential cuckoo-type mother but fail all along the line as a woman!’

‘I don’t believe I said that.’ Vito watched her with veiled eyes.

‘But that’s what you meant!’ Ashley lashed back at him painfully. ‘You think a real woman puts a man before everything else in her life, including herself!’

‘All I do know is that in your case,’ Vito breathed harshly, ‘I was not the man capable of persuading you to make the smallest compromise or sacrifice on my behalf.’

Ashley loosed a high-pitched laugh. ‘A small compromise? A small sacrifice?’ she echoed. ‘Move to Italy, give up my studies and all hope of ever having an independent career, marry you against my most basic instincts and then proceed to produce progeny with rabbit-like efficiency! All those months you pretended that you understood how I felt—’

‘I was being remarkably patient and tactful,’ Vito incised.

‘You were being bloody devious and dishonest!’ Ashley countered.

‘I was compromising my own convictions in an attempt to save our relationship,’ Vito bit out between clenched teeth. ‘There were times I wanted to shake you until your teeth rattled! There were times I wanted to use physical force to make you listen to me! Times I wanted to get inside your head and rearrange the circuitry into some form of normality—’

‘I always said the only sort of real woman you could cope with would be a housekeeping robot!’ Ashley spat, grabbing up her bag. ‘I’ve had enough of this, and I wouldn’t like to tell you exactly what I think of your baby-boom proposition, although I would dearly like to tell you what to do with it!’

‘You walk out of that door and your brother goes to prison!’

Ashley froze with her hand reaching out towards the door and slowly swung back. ‘You bastard!’ she gasped strickenly, recalled to reality again with a nasty jerk when for a few minutes there it had almost been like old times, when they had fought hammer and tongs, no insult too low to be utilised, no theme too sensitive to employ.

‘I am what you made me,’ Vito responded very softly, a dark brilliance simmering like the start of a summer storm in the back of his fierce gaze. ‘The guy who gave you fabulous sex but no deeply unsatisfied longing for a permanent commitment.’

Ashley snatched up her abandoned coffee-cup and threw it at him with an unrepeatable word. ‘How dare you talk to me like that?’ she seethed.

The cup smashed harmlessly against the edge of the fireplace but the contents spattered Vito’s jacket. It served him right, Ashley thought furiously. Vito had always seemed to have the opinion that it was somehow beneath him to duck when she threw things.

‘You know, my father once assured me that a gentleman never hits a lady,’ Vito murmured half under his breath. ‘Therefore I should feel quite free to retaliate. After all, there is no individual worthy of the title of a lady currently in this room.’

‘You lay a finger on—’ Ashley broke off as a quiet knock on the door prefaced the entry of the manservant with the offer of a second cup of coffee.

‘Thank you,’ Vito stated straight-faced. ‘But I’ve had all the coffee I can handle.’

As the door shut, a powerful hand closed round one of Ashley’s wrists and yanked her bodily forward, her slender five-foot-two-inch figure suddenly twisting away from his proximity in dismay.

‘Let go of me!’ she seethed, and when her demand was ignored something snapped inside her. Determined to break that controlling hold, she went wild, arms flailing, legs kicking. Vito lifted her off her feet with frightening strength, shook her once in mid-air, making her feel maddeningly like a rag doll, and brought her down again in a similarly controlled landing.

‘If you want to behave like a wild animal,’ Vito intoned in even addition, ‘I will be more than happy to supply you with a cage.’

Shocked and winded by the merciless speed of his response, she clashed with glittering golden eyes. The collision left her breathless. The final token struggle, she conceded dully, was over. Not surprisingly, she had lost. She had never won many points with Vito. If she was strong-willed and stubborn, Vito was doubly so. With a knife at his throat, Vito would disdain retreat. His temperament was as fiery as her own but his was controlled by the cool of intellect, not by passion. And in any confrontation he would always triumph on the ruthless edge of that streak of cruelty that was uniquely his. And now it seemed that he had her precisely where he had always wanted her…absolutely and irrevocably within his power.

Abruptly her thought-train was broken by the awareness that Vito had not yet freed her from his hold. Forced into rawly intimate acquaintance with every sleek, hard angle of his lean, muscular length, she attempted to edge out of reach. An imprisoning hand splayed across her hipbone, reinforcing the physical contact she was suddenly desperate to avoid.

‘Leave me alone!’ she demanded wildly.

Ruthless fingers knotted and twisted into the tangled fall of her hair, tipping her head back.

‘You’re behaving like an—’

‘An aroused male?’ Vito vented a low-pitched laugh that did something inexcusable to the level of support offered by her knees. ‘But I am. Very aroused.’

‘V-Vito…no!’ But he had already pressed his mouth hotly to the tiny pulse flickering wildly in the hollow of her throat and she moaned, beginning to tremble like someone caught unexpectedly in a violent storm. Somewhere in the bemused reaches of her brain she was recalling that she had this one weak spot where Vito was concerned. When he touched her…oh, God, when he touched her! The tip of his tongue delved provocatively between her mutinously closed lips and withdrew again.

A choked whimper broke low in her throat, sudden raw and delicious tension of a different kind jerking her every muscle tight, driving every single rational thought from her swimming head.

Involuntarily her whole body was reaching up and out, reacting to the lure of an anticipation that dug painful claws of need into her flesh. Slowly, unbearably slowly, so that her hands clutched pleadingly at his broad shoulders, he brought his mouth down to the now opened invitation of hers.

He kissed the same way he made love: with fire and passion and unholy sexual intensity. Her every skin cell came alive in one gigantic whoosh of feeling. Her skin was clammy, her breasts were swelling and her nipples were pinching into aching tightness. Liquidity ran in a river of drowning weakness through her limbs and she would have sagged if he hadn’t been holding her upright. For long timeless moments, she was in a hot, swirling darkness where only the primitive demands of her own body held sway. He moved against her, lithely erotic as a jungle cat, letting her feel the thrusting evidence of his masculinity. She gave up on the unequal fight and folded into the heat and hardness of him, abandoning herself to the savage potency of his hunger as he swept her off her feet and carried her out of the room.

‘Take the rest of the day off.’

She heard that. She heard him speaking to someone. That penetrated the haze of passion even as she registered that Vito sounded most unlike his usual cool, controlled self. Some physical sense of where she was penetrated as he brought her down on some unyielding horizontal surface, and her eyes flew wide open, trained to his darkly handsome face above hers, taut and flushed and determined with the force of a hunger she too well understood.

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