Claimed by the Sicilian: Sicilian Husband, Blackmailed Bride / The Sicilian's Red-Hot Revenge / The Sicilian's Wife. Kate WalkerЧитать онлайн книгу.
make love with him again.
No, this Guido Corsentino was someone else again. A man of power and wealth, it seemed. A man who, along with his brother, ran a huge leisure corporation and speedboat-building business. This man was a stranger to her.
And a man who hadn’t even tried to touch her since they’d arrived at his villa almost a week ago. Unexpectedly she’d been shown to this bedroom, and Guido had moved into another room, several doors down the corridor. She had spent her days lonely, and her nights alone.
Amber sighed, pushing back her hair from her face, and flexed shoulders that ached with the effort of holding them straight and not allowing them to slump. If she let them drop then she was sure that Guido would see it as a sign of weakness.
And weakness was something she was determined not to show him.
A sharp rap at the door of her room drew her attention back from her despondent thoughts and into the present. She was still debating whether or not to answer it when the door was pushed open and Guido strolled into the room.
‘Did I say you could come in?’
Amber didn’t care that she sounded aggressive and bad-tempered-she felt aggressive and bad-tempered. It was the only way that she could keep herself from falling into a pit of darkness and despair.
Was it really only a week since she had thought that she had her life all mapped out—that her future was planned, and she could finally move forward into it, putting the past behind her? Now it seemed that she had stepped back into that past and yet even that was a place she no longer recognised. Just as she no longer recognised Guido for the man she had thought him to be.
Even physically, he looked so very different. This man, so casually dressed in white polo shirt and blue denim jeans, was much more relaxed, comfortable, at ease in his own home, his own surroundings. The tan of his skin seemed darker, the jet-black hair gleamed more than ever in the brilliant light of the day, and the bronze eyes seemed to have caught a new heat and warmth from the sun so that they gleamed like molten metal, searing her skin at a glance.
He was more stunning, more devastatingly handsome than ever before, but this Guido was a man she didn’t know.
‘I did knock—and this is my home. Besides, you are my wife, and most married couples don’t worry about modesty…’
‘We’re very definitely not like most married couples! In fact, I’d think that even saying we are man and wife is rather up for debate at the moment, isn’t it?’
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