His Blackmailed Bride. Sandra MartonЧитать онлайн книгу.
never dreamed I’d see again.’ Smile, she told herself fiercely. But, when she did, her lips felt glued to her teeth.
Her mother put her hand to her heart and laughed. ‘You gave me quite a start, dear. I thought you’d seen a ghost. Well, why don’t you go over and say hello? I’ll just go find Mrs Fowler.’ She laughed again. ‘Maybe our handful of guests has shown up and we won’t feel so outnumbered.’
‘Yes, fine. I’ll just… I’ll find you in a few minutes, Mother.’
By then, I’ll have thought up some excuse for leaving… But that would only postpose the inevitable. If he was here tonight, it was likely he’d be at the wedding tomorrow. What to do, what to do? What if she simply walked up to him, offered her apologies for her disreputable behaviour? What if she begged for his silence, for his understanding…
He’d seen her! Paige’s heart stood still. Everything around her faded as the man’s eyes met hers. His face grew dark, his lips narrow. The woman beside him was still talking, still smiling, and suddenly he shoved his glass into her hand and brushed past her. Paige knew, as surely as she knew he was coming straight for her, that he would never accept either her apologies or her pleas for understanding.
But he wouldn’t make a scene, not in front of all these people. No, she told herself, no, he wouldn’t… She watched as he moved rapidly through the crowd, rudely shouldering people out of his way if they didn’t step aside quickly enough. His eyes were locked on her face, unwavering pools of icy fire. The first image she’d had of him returned to her, and her pulse began to race. Tonight, the lion had no intention of waiting for the wildebeest to come near. He was the killer—and she was his prey.
How could she have let herself think he wouldn’t make a scene? He was capable of anything—her heart thudded into her throat and she turned wildly and began to run. She heard a peal of nervous laughter as she spun past surprised faces. She thought fleetingly of how impossible it was going to be to try and explain this to Alan. But she had seen the savagery in the stranger’s eyes, and all that mattered at this moment was getting away from him. She fled from the sitting room, into the darkness of the rest of the house, trying to remember where the rear door led.
He caught her just as she was halfway through it. She tried to slam the door in his face, but he was far too strong for her. The door glanced off his shoulder, and then he was past it, reaching for her, grasping her by the shoulders with hands that bit into her flesh like talons.
‘Let go of me!’ she gasped, trying to twist free of him. ‘Damn you…’
He kicked the door closed. ‘Did you really think you could get away from me?’ His voice was low and filled with rage.
‘I told you to let go of me. How dare you treat me like this? I…’
‘Shut up,’ he said, slipping his arm around her shoulders.
She struggled against him as he began to draw her away from the house. ‘Where are you taking me?’ she demanded. ‘I…’
‘I’m taking you to the summer house,’ he said grimly, half lifting her dragging feet from the ground. ‘I don’t need a whole damned houseful of people out here staring at me.’
‘It’s a little late to worry about that, don’t you think? A few minutes ago…’
‘You’re the one who ran,’ he said, pulling her up the wooden steps that led into the trellised gazebo that stood far
to the rear of the Fowler lawn.
‘Of course I ran. You looked as if you… as if you…’
He grasped her shoulders with a roughness that made her gasp. ‘As if what?’ he growled, staring down at her.
Paige swallowed drily. The trees scattered about the lawn had been strung with coloured lights for the party, mottling his face with reds, blues, and yellows.
‘As if… as if you wanted to kill me,’ she whispered finally.
His mouth twisted. ‘I thought about it, believe me. The other night, when I finally let myself believe you’d left…’
‘Look, about that—about the other night…’
His eyes darkened. ‘Did you have a good time playing with me, Juliet?’
Colour flooded her cheeks. ‘You’re a fine one to talk about games,’ she hissed. ‘I wasn’t the one who started things. It was you…’
The words caught in her throat as he shook her. ‘I waited on that godforsaken beach for an hour, damn you! And then I went back to the clubhouse—and you weren’t there.’ His hands slid from her shoulders and a weariness crept into his voice. ‘I couldn’t even ask anybody where you’d gone—hell, I didn’t even know your name.’
Paige ran her tongue over her lips. ‘I… I’m sorry,’ she whispered. ‘I didn’t mean…’
She flinched as he spun towards her. ‘Didn’t you? Then what the hell was all that about, Juliet?’ He caught her by the arms and stared into her eyes. ‘Or is that just something you do when you go to parties, hmm? Have a drink, have a canapé, have a dance—and then go off with some man and drive him half out of his mind with wanting you and…’
‘Don’t you dare talk that way to me! You have no right.’
‘Don’t I? You made a fool out of me. You…’
‘I tried to tell you it was no good, but you wouldn’t listen. I kept saying I had to go back to my fiancé, but you… you…’
To her horror, Paige felt tears fill her eyes and begin to slide down her cheeks. It was bad enough that he’d made a fool of her the other night; she didn’t have to let this man reduce her to tears. Quickly, she brushed the back of her hand across her lashes and turned away.
‘Just let go of me,’ she whispered.
‘And where the hell do you think you’re going now?’
‘Let go of me. Please.’
His hands moved gently to her shoulders, and he turned her stiff, unyielding body towards his.
‘Don’t cry,’ he said fiercely. ‘Dammit, Juliet…’
Paige lifted her face to him, the tears glistening damply on her lashes, and with a whispered oath, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. It was a kiss that told her, more clearly than words, that his torment these past days had been as great as hers. There was passion in it and desire, there was anger and tenderness—but underlying all there was an awareness that this one kiss would not, could not, be enough.
‘Juliet, Juliet,’ he murmured against her lips, ‘why didn’t you come back to me?’
Her arms slid around his neck. ‘I couldn’t,’ she whispered. ‘I couldn’t… and I can’t stay with you now.’
His arms tightened around her. ‘Don’t say that,’ he growled. She moaned as his hand moved over her, cupping the fullness of her breast, sliding across her hip, curving across her buttocks. ‘I’m not letting you go,’ he said against her throat. ‘Not this time.’
He moved her against him, bringing her body tightly against his, and she felt the heated strength of him press into her.
‘You must,’ she whispered. ‘Please. My fiancé…’
He laughed throatily. ‘Are we going to talk about him again? What kind of man is he, this fiancé of yours?’ His hand moved over her, possessively, claiming each curve. ‘You don’t want him, Juliet. You know you don’t.’
Paige closed her eyes. ‘No,’ she murmured. ‘Not… not this way. But…’
‘He’s never made you feel like this, Juliet.’ His lips moved along her cheek, to her throat. ‘Spend the night with me,’ he whispered. ‘Let