Seduction: The Billionaire's Bride of Vengeance. Miranda LeeЧитать онлайн книгу.
passion? Maybe even love?
Would that satisfy his vengeful soul, having Nicole Power fall in love with him?
Russell suspected that it might.
Such thinking, however, was a fantasy at this moment. If he wanted to know how it felt, he’d have to make his fantasy come true.
Somehow.
His lips pursed as his mind began to plan.
She was obviously unattached at the moment, having been seated with women on either side of her at the table.
But being unattached was not enough.
He wasn’t as handsome as James, or Hugh. He was a country boy, a bit of a rough diamond, so neither did he possess his friends’ natural charm.
What he did have, however, was money. Lots of it.
As much as he believed Alistair Power was still supporting his daughter, he knew that girls like Nicole Power could never be too rich. It was also a point in Russell’s favour that he wanted her to the extent that he did.
Women, he’d found from experience, liked being wanted, even more than they liked being loved. They were often seduced by the flattery of being pursued, of being the object of uncontrollable desire.
I wanted you from the first moment I saw you, were very seductive words. He’d used them to great effect before.
This time, they wouldn’t be a pick-up line, either. They’d be true. With a bit of luck, he might be able to sweep Nicole Power off her feet and into his bed with those passionately delivered words, after which he hoped to obtain her total sexual surrender via his skills in the bedroom.
Russell didn’t pretend to rival Hugh’s Casanova-like reputation but he knew how to make love. He genuinely liked female bodies, liked touching them, kissing them. He liked their softness and sweetness, their curves and their cavities.
Once he’d got a girl into his bed, she rarely wanted to leave. The trick with Nicole Power would be getting her into his bed in the first place.
Russell was staring at her and planning his course of action when her head suddenly lifted and their eyes clashed.
She didn’t look away immediately. She held his gaze for several startled seconds before turning her head and engaging the curvy brunette next to her in conversation.
‘I suggest you give her a miss, mate,’ Hugh said. ‘Why not try Kristy? She’s as keen as mustard.’
Russell grimaced at the mention of the bridesmaid who’d been his partner for the marriage ceremony. ‘A little too keen for me,’ he replied drily.
‘In that case you won’t mind if I—er—’
‘Feel free.’
‘Great. Oh, oh. Toast and speech time. Mine, unfortunately. By the way, I did what you suggested and concentrated on Megan’s love for James. Hope she doesn’t notice that anything’s missing.’
‘She won’t. She’s obviously besotted.’
Russell glanced along the curved table at the bride, and then at James, who’d been doing his best imitation of an equally besotted bridegroom all day. At their small and very select stag party last night—just drinks for the three of them at the Belleview Hill house—Hugh had refrained from asking James too many questions about his trip overseas, perhaps not wanting to know the truth.
What was to be gained by discovering that James had spent some time with his ex; that he might even have slept with her?
Russell already suspected that something had happened between James and Jackie. He’d seen the bleakness in his friend’s eyes last night when James had thought neither Russell nor Hugh were looking.
Hopefully James would find some happiness married to Megan, he might even fall in love with her in the end.
No, that was the sort of romantic crap Hugh came out with. James wasn’t going to fall in love with Megan any more than he’d fall in love with Nicole Power.
Russell didn’t delude himself about the ruthless individual he’d become over the years. His plan to cold-bloodedly seduce his enemy’s daughter tonight was wicked enough. To even consider marrying her was truly wicked.
But that was getting ahead of himself.
She might tell him to get lost later tonight. In a way, he hoped she would. Because if she didn’t, she would put him on a path from which there might be no turning back.
Frankly, to have anything to do with her was risky, even downright dangerous. He could pretend she was his prey, but for how long? He was the besotted one here. She was the one with all the potential power.
Once she knew he was attracted to her—a man with millions—then the tables could well be turned. She might set her cap at him.
Russell had to laugh.
‘What’s so funny?’ Hugh asked.
‘Just the perversity of life, mate.’
‘Don’t tell me about it. I already know. But it’s not life that’s the main problem. It’s women.’
‘You could be right there.’
‘I am right, Russ. Take my word for it.’
Russell’s eyes turned to again seek out the woman currently giving him problems.
But her chair was empty.
CHAPTER EIGHT
SICOLE stood at the railing of the deck which overlooked the marina. The night sky was overcast, the air still sultry with not much breeze coming off the water. In the distance, several flashes of sheet lightning heralded the storm which had been forecast for later that evening.
Nicole knew she should return to the reception, but she simply could not. To sit there and be the subject of that man’s never-ending stare was beyond her.
She didn’t have to look back at him after that first time to know that his eyes were constantly upon her. She could feel them raking over her, burning into her, making her aware of her body in ways which were as disturbing as they were embarrassing.
Her fiercely erect nipples were bad enough, especially since she wasn’t wearing a bra. Even worse was the dampness between her thighs.
Nicole had stayed in the powder room for several minutes, after which she’d escaped outside, hoping that some fresh air would bring her wayward flesh under control.
But the air outside was hotter than the air inside.
She felt his presence before he spoke, her skin breaking into instant goose-pimples.
‘We meet again, Nicole,’ he said quietly as he materialised next to her.
Nicole’s fingers tightened around her evening bag before lifting it from the top of the railing. Slowly she turned to face him, grateful that he could not hear her heart thudding behind her ribs.
‘Did you get your keys?’ she asked him with creditable cool.
His smile was light and might have been charming on any other man. But not on him and not when accompanied by the predatory gleam which glittered in his cold blue eyes.
‘Indeed I did,’ he said. ‘I hope you got everything you wanted from the house.’
‘Yes, thank you.’
‘I was surprised to see you here. I presume you’re a friend of Megan’s.’
‘We went to the same school.’ No way was she going to explain her presence here any more than that. It would make her sound like some charity case.
‘What are you doing out here?’ he went on. ‘You missed all the toasts and speeches.’
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