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Ruthlessly Bedded, Forcibly Wedded
ABBY GREEN
He took her virginity for revenge! Multi-millionaire Vincenzo Valentini believed Cara Brosnan played a role in his sisters downfall. He sought her out to make her pay. He seduced her, revealed his identity and cruelly discarded her. Now hell take her to the altar!But Cara has done no wrong. Shes shocked and mortified that she gave her virginity so willingly to the ruthless Vincenzo. To make matters worse, shes just discovered shes expecting and now the dark-hearted Italian is claiming her once more, this time as his bride!


If you carry my child, as youstate emphatically that you do,there is only one course of action.In half an hour we will leave forRome and we will be married.

Much as the thought of marrying you turns my insides, its not an institution Ive ever held in any esteem, so it wont cost me any emotion. Itll ensure legitimacy from the outset for the Valentini heir, and I can keep an eye on your every move. Itll also save my reputation; our shares have already been dropping in value on the back of this potential scandal.

Cara felt the colour draining from her face as she struggled to take this in. Never. Id never marry someone like you, she breathed with horror.

Vincenzo went ominously still and said silkily, Then are you willing to sign a legal document to renounce all claims that this child is mine? And to vow that you will have no further contact with me for the rest of your life? Because that is the only other alternative to marriage.
Abby Green got hooked on Mills & Boon romances while still in her teens, when she stumbled across one belonging to her grandmother in the west of Ireland. After many years of reading them voraciously, she sat down one day and gave it a go herself. Happily, after a few failed attempts, Mills & Boon bought her first manuscript.

Abby works freelance in the film and TV industry, but thankfully the four a.m. starts and the stresses of dealing with recalcitrant actors are becoming more and more infrequentleaving more time to write!

She loves to hear from readers, and you can contact her through her website at www.abby-green.com. She lives and works in Dublin.

RUTHLESSLY BEDDED, FORCIBLY WEDDED
BY
ABBY GREEN


www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

RUTHLESSLY BEDDED, FORCIBLY WEDDED

PROLOGUE
VICENZO VALENTINI stood for a long moment looking down at the set and cold features of the dead woman. His baby sister. She was only twenty-four. Her whole life ahead of her. But not any more. That life had been snuffed out like a candle in the mangled wreckage of a horrific car crash. And hed been too late to stop it, to protect her. What felt like a granite block weighted down his insides.
Heshould have followed his instincts and insisted that shecome home weeks agoif he had he would have realised howmuch danger she was in.
That thought made his fists clench as pain and guilt surged through him, so strong that he shook with the intensity it took to not let it out in front of the anonymous morgue attendant. Hed been kept away deliberately. A crude ruse to ensure he didnt come to check up on his sister. When he thought of how awfully futile it made him feel he wanted to rant and rail, to smash something. He fought to regain control. He had to keep it together. He had to bring his sister home. He and his father would mourn her there. Not in this cold country where she had been seduced out of her innocence and led down a dark path to this tragic end. He stretched out a shaking hand and ran a finger down one icy cold cheek. It almost undid him. The crash hadnt marked her face, and that made it even harder to bear, because like this she might almost be eight again, clinging onto Vicenzos hand tightly. Summoning all his control, he leant forward and pressed a kiss against her clammy, lifeless forehead.
He stood and turned away abruptly, saying in a voice clogged and hoarse with grief, Yes. This is my sister. Allegra Valentini. A part of him couldnt believe he was saying the trite words, that this wasnt just an awful nightmare. He stepped out of the way jerkily to let the attendant zip the body bag back up.
Vicenzo muttered something unintelligible and strode from the room, feeling constricted and claustrophobic, making his way up through the hospital, just wanting to get back outside and breathe in fresh air. Although that was laughable. The hospital was right in the smog-filled centre of London.
Outside, he sucked in deep breaths, unaware of the gaping looks he drew with his tall, lean body, and dark olive-skinned good-looks. He stood out like an exotic beacon of potent masculinity against the backdrop of the hospital in the harsh early-morning light.
He saw nothing, though, but the pain inside him. The doctor had described it as a tragic accident. But Vicenzo knew it had been much more than an accident. His fists clenched at the sides of his body in rejection of that platitude. Two people had died in the crash: his sisterhis beautiful, beloved, irrepressible Allegraand her duplicitous lover, Cormac Brosnan. The man who had calculatedly seduced her, with one grasping hand out for her fortune and the other hand holding Vicenzo back from interfering. Rage burned inside him again. Hed had no inkling of Brosnans influence and cunning until it was too late. He knew it all now, but that information amounted to nothing any more, because it couldnt bring Allegra back.
But one person had survived the crash. One person had walked out of this hospital just an hour after being admitted last night. The words of the doctor came back to him. Not even a scratch on her bodyunbelievable, really. She was the only one wearing a seatbelt and undoubtedly it saved her life. Lucky woman.
Lucky woman. The words made a mist of red rage cloud Vicenzos vision. Cara Brosnan. Cormacs sister. Reports stated that Cormac had been behind the wheel of the car, but even so Cara Brosnan had been no less responsible. Vicenzos hands clenched even harder, his jaw so tight it hurt. If hed only got here sooner he would have made sure that she had not walked anywhere until hed looked her in the eye and made it his business to let her know that he would make her atone. Hed had to endure that soul-destroying moment when the doctor had informed him that his sister had had high levels of drugs and alcohol in her system.
His driver, who must have seen him standing on the steps of the hospital, pulled up in front of him, the powerful engine of the sleek car purring quietly. Vicenzo forced himself to move and sat in the back. As they swung away from the front of the grim hospital he had to stifle a moment of blind panic, stop himself demanding that the car be stopped so he could go back and see Allegra one more time. As if he had to make sure for himself that she was really dead. Really gone.
But he didnt. And he willed the awful, uncustomary feeling of panic down. She was dead. Only her body lay back there. He was aware that this was the first time in years anything had struck him through the iron-clad high wall hed built around his emotions. And his heart. Hed grown strong and impervious since that time. And he had to draw on that strength now. Especially for his fathers sake. On the news of the death of his beloved only daughter his father had suffered a minor stroke and was still in a hospitalalbeit stable enough to allow Vicenzo to make this trip.
As they entered the London rush hour mayhem, his mind seized once again on the woman who had played her part in causing this awful tragic day. Her brother was dead. But she was no less accountable than he for what they had planned to do together. They were a team. She might have walked free for now, but Vicenzo knew he wouldnt rest until he had forced her to feel even a measure of the pain he felt right now. The fact that shed walked from the hospital so soon after the crash made the bitter feeling even stronger. Shed got away scot-free.
He had to wait nowfor papers to be processed, red tape to be navigatedbefore he could take his sister home, where she would be buried with her ancestors far too much ahead of her time.
Vicenzos mouth settled into a grim line as he looked out onto the busy streets, at people going about their everyday business, with not a care in the world. Cara Brosnan was one of those people. In that moment Vicenzo knew he would do his utmost to seek her out and make her face the fall-out of her devious manipulation.
CHAPTER ONE
Six days later

BUT, Rob, Im fine to work, and Im only going back to Dublin tomorrow. Its hardly the other side of the world. Cara couldnt quite keep the tremor from her voice, or stop the way she still felt a little shaky.
Her good friend noticed it too, with a sardonic lift of one eyebrow. Right, and I just saw a pig fly past outside. Sit down on that stool now, before you fall down. You are not working on your last night here. Ive promised you your two weeks wages, and youre still owed tips from the door.
She was about to point out that she wasnt going to be working two weeks notice, but Cara saw the granite-like expression on his prettily handsome face and watched as he poured a shot of brandy into a glass before pushing it towards her across the solid oak bar.
Here, I think this is long overdue. You looked as if you were going to keel over at the funeral yesterday.
Cara gave up the fight and sat on the high stool. The surroundings were dark and warm and familiar. This place had been her home for the past few years, and a well of emotion rose within her at the kindness of her old friend.
Thanks, Rob. And thanks for coming with me yesterday, I dont think I could have done it on my own. It meant a lot that you and Barney and Simon were there.
He reached over and placed a warm hand over hers, looking at her intently, Sweetie, there was no way wed have let you go through that by yourself. Cormacs gone now. Its over. And that accident was not your fault, so I dont want to hear another word about it. Its a miracle he didnt bring you down with him. You know damn well it was only a matter of time before something happened.
Yes, but I could have tried harder to stop themto protectAllegra The words resounded sickeningly in Caras head. She smiled weakly. Robs words were meant to soothe, but they stirred up the seething emotions that were ever present. The awful burning guilt that she hadnt been able to stop Cormac driving that night. Shed gone in the car with them in an effort to try and be the sober one, the one who would make sure they werent careless
But Rob didnt need to know that. She smiled again, a little stronger this time, hoping to make him believe she was okay. I know.
See? Thats my girl. Now, drink that up and youll feel a lot better.
Cara did as she was told, wrinkling her nose as the liquid burnt down her throat like a line of fire. Immediately she felt the effect, a warming and calming in her belly. Impulsively she leant across the bar and pulled Rob towards her, kissing him lightly on the lips and hugging him. He meant so much to her. Hed watched out for her for so long. She couldnt contemplate how empty and hopeless her life might have been without him as her friend.
He grabbed her too in a tight hug, before pulling back and kissing her on the forehead. Something caught his eye behind her and he said, Looks like the first customers are arriving.
Cara swivelled to look back briefly, and saw a tall, dark shape through the gap in the heavy curtains that cordoned off the VIP bar from the rest of the club. For some reason a frisson of sensation she didnt understand raced through her, but she dismissed it and turned back to Rob. Up till now it had been blessedly quiet. She decided that shed leave shortly. She had precious little to pack for going home to Dublin, but at least shed be ready in the morning for when the solicitor came to take the possession of the apartment keys. Suddenly the thought of going back to that huge, empty, soulless apartment made trepidation fill her belly as she recalled the visit shed been paid last night, alone in that apartment after the funeral. It was something she knew she was shying away from thinking about, the past week having simply been almost too much to bear.
Cormac, her brother, had left her with nothing but the clothes she stood up in. Since their parents had died and hed been saddled with his sixteen-year-old sister hed made his irritation at his fraternal obligation apparent. But he had quickly turned her presence to his advantage, seeing her as a live-in housekeeper of sorts. She hadnt expected anything more, but still it had been a shock to find out that not only had he had astronomical debts, but in the same instant that theyd been paid off
Rob drew her attention back to him and she welcomed it, the knot of tension in her belly easing a tiny bit. With his chin resting on his hand he looked past her, saying sotto voce, Honey, dont look, but that big dark shape that was looking in here just now is the most divine specimen of a man. I wouldnt be kicking him out of bed for talking too much, thats for sure.
For some strange reason Cara felt that weird frisson again, and also a little self-conscious in her clinging jersey dress. Shed worn it as shed assumed shed be working, but now she felt herself tugging it down to cover more of her thighs. She wondered faintly at her reaction, but after the last few days perhaps it was just sleep deprivation and shock catching up with her.
She smiled at Robs drooling reaction, glad of the distraction. Oh, go onyou say that about all the guys.
Rob shook his head, a mournfully reverent look on his face. Oh, no. This one islike no one Ive ever seen beforeand unfortunately my finely honed intuition is telling me hes as straight as a die.
He straightened up. Okay hes coming in here. He must be someone important. Cara, sweetie, sit up and smile, Im telling youa little flirting and a hot one-night stand with a man like him and memories of that tyrant of a brother of yours would be all but forgotten. Because one things for sureyou probably wouldnt even remember your name. Its exactly what you could do with right now. A fresh start and a bit of fun before you go home.
And then quite seamlessly, without drawing breath, Rob switched his attention to the mysterious stranger, whose presence Cara felt beside her, and said brightly, Evening, sir. What can I get you?
Little hairs rose all over Caras skin, but she tried to ignore the way she immediately felt the mans presence so acutely, putting it down to Robs vivid description. She also completely dismissed Robs well-meant advice. She had no earthly intention of losing herself in a night of passionate abandon with anyonemuch less a complete stranger. Especially the night after her brothers funeral, and even more especially as she hadnt experienced for a minute any kind of passion in her twenty-two years. Rob, for all his intuition, seemed to have the impression that Cara was as worldly as she let on. But it was a self-protective front, something shed found herself projecting to avoid the worst of Cormacs snide comments, and also in the club, to avoid unwanted attention.
With every intention of leaving, she turned to slide off the stoolbut before she realised it shed turned towards where the man had come to stand at the bar. She became aware of a pregnant taut silence. Feeling absurdly compelled, she looked up and came face to face, eyeball to eyeball, with a fallen angel who was looking right at her. A dark fallen angel. With eyes that seemed to glow green and gold under long black lashes. And black brows. High cheekbones. A slashing line of a mouth which should have looked cold, forbidding, drew Caras eyes and made her stop and linger. She had the most bizarre and urgent desire to press her lips against that mouth, to feel and taste its texture. Something shed never wanted to do with any man beforeever.
This was all within a nanosecond. Along with the realisation that he had shoulders so broad they blocked out what little light was in the bar and he must be well over six foot. From his effortlessly arrogant stance, Cara knew he possessed the kind of body that made Rob drool. He wore a heavy overcoat, but underneath the open top button of a shirt gave more than a hint of dark olive skin and a few crisp dark hairs.
Cara couldnt understand the hot feeling in her belly, the sizzling in her blood as their eyes remained locked for what seemed like aeons. Her breath hitched and she felt dizzy. And she was still sitting down!
From somewhere very far away came a voice. Sir?
The man waited for a long moment before looking away to Rob. Cara felt as if shed been caught high in the air, suspended, and now she was hurtling back to earth. It was the strangest sensation. His voice was low and deep. Accented. And before she knew it Rob was sliding another shot of brandy towards her and gesturing to the man with an unmistakable look of mischief in his eye.
From the gentleman.
Rob moved away, whistling softly, and Cara cursed him silently as she started to protest. Oh, noreally. I was just leaving, actually
Please. Dont leave on my account.
His voice, directed straight at her, hit her like a wrecking ball. Deep, with that delicious foreign accent. Loath as Cara was to look at him again and have that burning hot reaction, she had to. This time the reaction seemed to spread to her every extremity, lighting a fire through every vein and every bit of pulsing blood in her body. And when he smiled faintly the room seemed to tilt. She was vaguely aware that she was still stuck in a parody of trying to get off the stool. All of a sudden it seemed easier to stay where she was.
I she said, with pathetic ineffectiveness.
He took off his coat and jacket, revealing the thin silk of his shirt, and the body Cara had suspected existed was now heart-stoppingly evident. The broad power of his chest was just inches away, the darkness of his skin visible through the material. The hint of defined pectoral muscles. He sat down easily on the stool beside her, effectively trapping her, making her attempt to escape awkward. She was fighting a losing battle and she knew it. Right here, right now, in just seconds, this complete stranger had awoken her body from its twenty-two-year slumber, and she was no more capable of moving than she seemed to be of stringing a sentence together.
Wellall right. Ill just have the drink you bought me, she managed to croak out, and sat back on her stool more fully, hoping to put some distance between them.
He turned and angled his body towards her, and Cara grabbed the small glass with every intention of downing the lot in one gulp and legging it before she dissolved altogether. But then he spoke again, making her brain atrophy.
What is your name?
She held the glass clutched in one hand and took a deep breath before looking at him, steeling herself not to react. Mortifyinglyespecially considering Robs recent wordsshe had to think for a second. Cara. Cara Brosnan.
He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes enigmatic and unreadable. Cara
She flushed at the way he said it, almost like an endearment, and hastened to say, Well, actually its more like Cara. She put the emphasis on a flat pronunciation, not the rolling way hed said it, making her feel as if hed drawn it like silk over her skin which now broke into goosebumps.
In a small, still functioning part of her bewildered brain she questioned her sanity and this unprecedented reaction. Was it the shock of the last few days? Robs suggestive words? Her grief? For, while she couldnt say that shed loved or even liked her brothernot after years of abuse had destroyed those emotionsshe wouldnt have been human if she hadnt mourned the best part of him and the fact that now shed lost her entire family. But she felt more grief for Allegra, her brothers girlfriend, whod also died in the crash.
The man quirked one black eyebrow, giving him a devilish look that he really didnt need. Youre from?
She welcomed him taking her thoughts away from the pain. Ireland. Im going back there tomorrow. Ive been living here since I was sixteen, but Im going home now.
Cara was babbling and she knew it. He was looking at her intently, as if he wanted to see all the way into her head. She knew instinctively that a man like this could consume her so utterly hed eclipse anything else. The minute she thought that, heat bloomed low in her belly, and she felt herself grow damp between her legs. She was drowning in his eyes as he looked at her.
He raised his glass. Well, heres to new beginnings. Not everyone is fortunate enough to start again.
Cara heard an edge to his voice, but he was smiling, scrambling her thoughts. She raised her glass to his, and the melodic chinking sound seemed to restore some semblance of sanity. She took a small sip of the drink, aware of the fact that her previous desire to down it in one had gone. She felt herself giving in to the inevitability of this conversation, this man. Some kind of inchoate recklessness was beating through her.
And you? Whats your name and where do you come from? She winced inwardly at sounding like a bad impression of a presenter on a TV quiz show, but he didnt seem to notice.
He took another long moment to reply, as if he were considering something, making her nerve-ends stretch unbearably. Finally he spoke. Im from ItalyEnzo. Pleased to meet you.
His mention of Italy had her insides seizing momentarily. Allegra had been from Italy: Sardinia. She forced herself to breathe. It was just a coincidence, but a painful one. He held out a big hand with long fingers, strong-looking and capable. Cara looked at it and gulped. Reluctantly she held out her own much smaller, paler one, covered in the freckles shed despaired of for years.
Their hands met, his own dwarfing hers, warm and strong, his fingers wrapping around her hand until she couldnt see even a sliver of her skin any more. His fingers rested on the frantic beating of her pulse point on the delicate underside of her wrist.
Helpless against the rush of sensation through her body at his touch, her mouth drying, she could have sworn that she felt her pupils dilate in that moment. He seemed to be similarly caught. Something in his eyes flared and a fleeting look of harshness crossed his face before it disappeared as he smiled again, making her believe shed imagined it. His smile was slow and sexy and devastating.
Oh, God.
Cara finally pulled her hand from his and tucked it under her leg, telling herself valiantly that it wasnt tingling. All of a sudden she needed space from this intensity. She was not used to it. She was more than a little freaked out. She scrambled off the stool, her body brushing against his for a moment, igniting tiny fires all over her skin.
Excuse me, I must go to the bathroom.
On very shaky legs she hurried out towards the rapidly filling club, the music coming muffled at first through the thick velvet curtains, and then jarringly loud as she stepped through. She fled to the toilet, closing the door behind her with relief, and stood at the sink, resting her hands on the cool tiles. She looked at her reflection, shaking her head. Distance from that man was doing little to calm her pulse or the hectic flush in her cheeks. His very charisma seemed to cling to her, his image annoyingly vivid in her minds eye.
Why was this happening to her? Tonight of all nights? She was nothing special. Long straight dark red hair, green eyes that veered towards hazel, pale freckled skin. Too freckled. A too-gangly body. No make-up. That was what she saw. A rush of something went through her then, taking her by surprisea kind of weird euphoria. She was finally going home tomorrow, away from London where shed never felt at home. The fact that this club and its employees had felt most like home since shed left Dublin after her parents had died said it all.
But then in an instant the awful memory of the crash came back, slamming into her brain. The colour drained from her face as a vivid picture of the rain-slicked night and that car coming straight for them re-ran like a horror movie in her head, along with her inability to stop it, to call out in time to warn Cormac. And even if she had Caras hands gripped the counter so tight her knuckles were white. Pain surged anew and twisted inside her, so acute that she had to put a hand to her belly.
She looked down. How could she have forgotten for a second the catastrophic events of just days ago? When shed walked away from the wreckage of an accident so awful that the paramedics at the scene had declared it a miracle that shed survived.
Enzo. Her heart stopped and started again. Hed made her forget for a brief moment. He was making her forget right now. Cara looked at herself again sternly, ignoring the glitter of her too-bright eyes. She wouldnt be surprised if he was gone when she went back. She knew his type all too well. He wouldnt wait around for someone like her. The men who frequented this club were mostly ambitious city men, out to see who could order the most expensive champagne, who could pull the most beautiful women.
Yet, Cara had to be honest with herself, this man hadnt given that impression. He seemed far too sophisticated for that. Undoubtedly he was richshe could tell that from a mile awayand that thought alone put him in a place that made her shudder. Shed had enough of millionaires to last her a lifetime, having grown to despise the power they desired and wielded, the lifestyles they craved. She contemplated asking one of the staff to get her things for her, so as to avoid seeing him again, but then shook off the silly fear. She could handle it if he was still there, or if he was gone

When Cara walked back into the VIP section, though, all her recent words and self-avowals flew out of the window.
He was gone.
Even though shed half expected it, the disappointment that ripped through her left her swaying unsteadily. She was still trying to come to terms with the crushing feeling and what it meant when one of the barmen, Joe, handed her a note. She opened the piece of paper, it was from Rob, hastily written.
Sweetie, Ive had to goa domestic crisis with Simon has come up. Call you tomorrow before you go! Robbie X.
Cara shook her head wryly, even as she had to admit that the pounding of her heart told her shed hoped that the note might be from Enzo. Which was ridiculous. Theyd spoken for mere minutes.
Just as she was turning to go she spotted her phone on the bar and went to retrieve it, grabbing her coat too.
A sound came from behind Cara, then a cool familiar voice. Am I too late to ask if youd share another drink with me?
Intense relief rushed through her. He hadnt gone! Cara turned around and looked up into that face. He was even taller than she had imagined, holding his coat casually over one arm. A zing of sensation rippled through her, stronger than before, making her forget her vow to leave. All she knew in that moment, as irrational as it was, was that she didnt want him to walk away again. That feeling of relief was too strong to ignore.
All she could manage was to shake her head. She was sinking into those fascinating eyes again, mesmerised by the harsh beauty of his face. A couple of people came in, jostling past them, chattering. Leaving them in their own little bubble. She flushed at how needy she felt, how unsure and at sea with all these sensations and achings he was causing within her. How had she ever thought for a second that shed be able to walk away?
Enzos eyes glittered with some intent that made her feel weak. Good. Ive organised a private booth and a bottle of champagne.
Liquid heat seemed to pool in Caras groin. She was unable to respond with any coherence, and Enzo took her by the arm and led her over to where one of the waitresses was showing them into a plush velvet booth, half hidden by a thick ornate drape. Cara could only breathe in a jerky sigh of relief when Enzo took one side of the booth, leaving her to occupy the other side. He sat back and stretched out an arm across the back of the seat, causing his shirt to tighten across his chest. Hard flat nipples stood out against the material and Cara squirmed on her seat.
So he drawled. Here we are.
A sudden tension spiked the air. She couldnt understand why, even as she nodded warily. He leant forward then, his face coming into the soft light thrown by a hanging lamp over their heads. He truly was the most beautiful man shed ever seen. Her insides clenched.
Tell me, do you come here often?
The words, usually such a clich uttered by hapless men, sounded completely different when he said them.
Cara smiled a small, wry smile. Its like my second home. She heard her words and saw immediately how they might be misconstrued. She hurried to clarify. That is, of course, because I
At that moment the waitress returned with the champagne, stopping Caras explanation that she worked there. And by the time Enzo had dismissed the girl and filled their glasses Cara had forgotten what hed asked her.
Lets drink to this evening.
Cara frowned lightly, but clinked her glass to his. It felt cool in her hand, the vintage wine sparkling in the light with a thousand bubbles. Why this evening?
He took a sip of wine, and Cara was aware of the strong column of his throat as it worked. Because I think it will provecathartic.
What an odd thing to drink to, Cara thought, and took a sip of her own wine, savouring the bubbles as they burst down her throat. She couldnt quite believe that she was sitting here, in her work clothes, sipping champagne with this enigmatic man. In all her time working here shed never met anyone with even an nth of his dynamismand some of the wealthiest men in the world came into this exclusive club. It had been her brothers favourite hauntthat was how shed got her job.
At least her dress was adequate enough, simple and black. Her only gripe was that it was far too short, but Simon, the manager, Robs boyfriend, insisted on her looking the part as the main hostess of the club. And with Barney there to protect her from unwanted attention she generally avoided lecherous situations. Something Simon had been aware of when hed hired her, as hed felt she was too young at the time to work in the club proper. In the end, hed kept her on the door.
Tell me about yourself, Cara.
He was doing it again, that subtle inflection, changing the pronunciation of her name. Something about his expression caught her for a moment, some sense of familiarity or dj?vu, but she couldnt catch it. She was so tempted to do exactly what Rob had advocatedlose herself a little, allow this stranger to help her forget her pain and sorrow.
There would be time for that in spades when she went home and tried to start over. At the thought of that, the threat from last night crashed back into her head. For a second she almost felt overwhelmed with it all, and had to struggle valiantly to bury the fear again. But just for now, surely she could pretend with this man that everything was okaycouldnt she?

Enzos eyebrows rose. You did a degree in business and accountancy?
Cara nodded, still inordinately proud of the degree shed finally obtained in recent weeks after a long, hard slog, not sure why he sounded so incredulous. Perhaps he was one of these men who didnt believe that women should get qualifications and work? Yet he didnt seem like that kind of man. The champagne bottle stood half empty. She had a delightfully light feeling in her head. She felt as if shed been living in some sort of haze all her life and now everything was crystal-clear. Despite the fact that shed only just met Enzo, shed found him easy to talk toand that was a revelation when shed never done this with anyone before.
But you didnt go to college?
Cara frowned, shed been intent on Enzos mouth and now she blushedwhich she seemed to be doing every two minutes in his company. Did I say that? That was funny. She couldnt remember telling him about studying from home.
Youre right, I didnt. She was wondering how theyd got onto this subject when a beep came from nearby. He excused himself and reached into the pocket of the jacket beside him to pull out his phone, answering the incoming call with an apologetic smile, saying something about an ill father. Cara shooed away his apology and signalled that she would leave, to give him privacy, but his hand snaked out and caught her wrist, pulling her back.
As he spoke in rapid Italian he kept his eyes on hers, and his thumb started moving in little circles on the underside of her wrist. Cara had to stop herself from groaning out loud. Did the man have any idea what he was doing to her? But she couldnt take her eyes away from his either. As she watched, a hard expression came into them. His hand tightened on hers fractionally, but he didnt stop that seductive motion with his thumb. Cara knew she could have pulled away if shed wanted to, but for the life of her she couldnt. Was that giving him some tacit signal? To her shame, she knew that she hoped it was. What was this madness?
He ended his conversation and slipped the phone back into his jacket. He let go of her hand, dropping it abruptly, almost as if he regretted holding it. Caras heart went out to him as she guessed it must have to do with his father, and she asked hesitantly, Is everything okay?
She saw his jaw clench slightly. He seemed to be wrestling with something. He looked at her then, and the intensity in his eyes pinned her to the spot. And then he said, Its time to get out of here.
There was an unmistakable edge to his voice this time, and for a second Cara fooled herself into thinking that hed said it in such a way as to mean for them both to get out of there. And then mortification raced through her. Why on earth would a man like him have meant that? He only meant that he had to leave. And so did she.
But, disturbingly, a shaft of pain went through her. She forced herself to say lightly, as she avoided his eye and gathered her things, I have a busy day tomorrow. Id better go too. Thanks for the drinks.
Enzo had paid already, brushing aside her attempt to give him something. It was somewhat of a relief, even though she hated being paid for, as in reality she barely had enough in her purse to get her home. Rob had left before hed had a chance to give her her tips, and it would be a couple of weeks before she got her final cheque.
She let Enzo guide her out through the now busy VIP area and back through the club. Cara shivered slightly. She wasnt sorry to be saying goodbye to the place. It was Barney the main doormans night off, and his replacement was new, so she just said a perfunctory goodnight as they left.
In seconds the club was behind them and they were out in the darkness and the cool early spring air. It was almost midnight. Cara shivered lightly as Enzo helped her into her coat. He caught her long hair and pulled it free, his hands brushing against her bare neck. Caras insides melted. It felt like the most intimate gesture. Just then her name was called by someone in the queue, and Enzo dropped his hands, leaving her feeling ridiculously bereft. She looked to see an actress waving energetically. She was a regular. Cara waved back half-heartedly and watched as she disappeared into the club with her entourage, sending up silent thanks that shed never have to help carry her out again.
A friend of yours?
Cara turned to face Enzo looking up. Her heart was beating so hard she felt constricted. She smiled awkwardly. Not exactly. She stepped back and away, finding it harder than she cared to admit to walk away from him. Look, thanks for everythingand the drinks It was nice talking to you.
With hands stuck deep in his pockets he just looked down at her. Do you really want to go?
Caras brain froze. Her heart tripped. What did you say?
Come back to my hotel with me.
It was shocking, and it wasnt a question. It was an imperative. A calling that set her blood racing and heart beating fast again. Lord knew she wasnt ready for this, on this week of all weeks. Who was she kidding? She wouldnt be ready for a man as virile as Enzo in a million years. And yet even as she thought that, newly awakened awareness flooded her body, making her believe that he was the only man she could make love to in the world.
Confused by how strong this feeling was, she backed away, shaking her head. Im sorry, I dont Do that sort of thingbecause Ive never done it before. Her voice failed and the words resounded in her head. She shook her head again. No matter what her body might be saying, her head was warning her to run fast in the opposite direction.
Enzo stood under the streetlight, his shoulders huge, his frame lean and awe-inspiring, his face dark and sinful. Everything about him was sinful. Robs words came back to Cara. Could this man make her forget? For one night? Even as she was thinking this, her thoughts and belly in turmoil at what she was walking away from, he shrugged nonchalantly and stepped back too. The moment was gone. Of course he wouldnt insist. It had been a complete mystery to her what he had seen in her at all in the first place. However, disappointment was crushing, mocking her.
Allora, buonanotte, Cara.
Her tongue seemed to cleave to the roof of her mouth as she realised that shed never in her life see this man again. And she suddenly wondered desperately how it would feel to kiss him. But she reiterated to herself sternly that this was the realm of fantasy. He was not in her league and she wouldnt even want him to be. Didnt she despise the kind of men who went into that club? And yet, prompted a voice, didnt you think he was different?
As if in accord with the rebellious voice, her newly awakened body was screaming to walk up to him and say, Waityes. Ill take what youre offering. Even though hed displayed his own indifference to her answer. Patently he didnt care. All he had to do was snap his fingers and women would be tripping over themselves to be with him. She had to focus on that. There was nothing special going on here.
Goodnight, Enzo. He hadnt even told her his second name.
She turned abruptly and walked away, her breath coming fast, her heart thumping so hard that she feared it might burst from her chest. And, ridiculously, at that moment she felt more alone than she had at any point in her life to date. And that was saying a lot. Silly tears pricked the back of her eyes and she told herself it had to be the result of her fraught and emotional week. Not the amazing evening that had come out of nowhere.
As she passed the queue of people waiting to get into the club she overheard one girl say loudly, Look at himshe must be crazy to walk away from him
Cara stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around. Enzo was not looking at her any more, and if anything that should have made it easier for her to put this whole night down to some crazy experience brought on and heightened by grief and shock. But she couldnt move. She watched as he said something to one of the other doormen, who whistled, obviously calling his car round. All Cara could see was his broad shoulders, that inky black hair, the sheer masculine beauty of his build. The latent power in his tall proud stance. Something within her was calling out to be obeyed. Some deep, primal need to forge a connection. The thought of never seeing him again was causing a panicky fluttering in her chest.
Cara was unaware of her feet carrying her in one inevitable direction: back to him. And then she was standing behind him and feeling as though the world had come back to rest on its axis again. With her heart in her mouth she tentatively touched his back. Immediately he tensed and turned around, dark brows coming together over tawny eyes that sliced down into hers, seeing right through her in an instant.
Changed your mind?
The sardonic arrogance, the something cynical in his expression, couldnt impinge on the pathetic weakness that had led her back to him. She couldnt answer straight away. Shed never done anything so rash and impulsive in her life, but the thought suddenly struck her that shed never wanted anything or anyone with such a deep visceral need before. There was protection in knowing that this was it. One night. With this beautiful man. And then she would allow all the pain and hurt and grief back in. But just for this night, these few hours that stretched ahead, she could be someone else. Not the girl orphaned at sixteen; not the little sister bullied by her older brother, hoping pathetically that he might change; not the girl working day and night to obtain a degree. And not the girl who had been involved in a horrific car crash in which shed been the only one to walk away without a scratch.
His jaw was clenching again, a muscle working under the skin, and Cara had the strongest desire to reach up and press her lips there. She wanted to grasp at this moment in which she could lose herself in him with a passion that made her shake. Finally she did seize the moment, and nodded and said huskily, Yes. Id like to come to your hotel with you.
CHAPTER TWO
THE journey to the hotel was made in silence. A chaffeurdriven car whisked them away from the club. Cara had tensed immediately on sitting in the car, unable to stop her reflex action, the crash still being so vivid. But Enzo had looked at her sharply and shed forced herself to relax, although her hands were still clenched under her thighs and a light sweat had broken out on her brow. A taut, expectant silence enveloped them within the luxurious confines. Cara didnt look at Enzo. She couldnt. And yet somehowand she couldnt understand itto be here with himit felt right. As the car moved smoothly and slowly through the traffic, her own sense of panic dissipated a little. She felt safe.
She was so acutely aware of the man beside her that she could feel the latent heat and power in his body reach out to envelop her. At that moment the car pulled up outside one of Londons most discreetly exclusive hotels. It added even more to Enzos mystique, as she would have assumed hed be staying somewhere more flashy. This hotel was renowned for the way it protected its famous and wealthy customers.
Enzo got out of the car and reached a hand in for Cara. She looked at it for a long moment and took a deep breath, her pulse beating heavy and slow in her veins. Closing her eyes in a ridiculously superstitious moment, she reached out and found her hand instantly encased in his huge one, not a second of hesitation in finding it, as if shed tested her body to prove to her that this was meant to be.
He led her in through the front doors of the hotel. The night concierge greeted Enzo deferentially in Italian. They stepped into the lift, and still not a word had been spoken, barely a glance exchanged. A fierce burning was starting low in Caras belly, getting higher and higher. She could feel the tips of her breasts hardening against the material of her dress.
When the lift doors opened they stepped into a plush corridor with one door at the end. Enzo opened the door to his luxury suite and Cara followed him in, her eyes growing huge and round as she took in the darkly decadent splendour. The room was designed like a Victorian library.
Enzo had let go of her hand to shrug off his coat and jacket, and he walked over to a table that held bottles of drinks and glanced back, his features shadowed. Cara looked at him, and that trembling started up again. She took in the way his hair was cut so short and close to his skull, how exquisitely shaped his head was. She couldnt believe she was here.
Would you like a drink?
She shook her head jerkily and watched as Enzo poured himself a shot of something dark and golden. Like his eyes, she thought. He downed it in one before putting the glass down. The sound was jarring in the silence.
He turned around to face her, and the power in his huge body made Caras heart skitter all over again. She had no experience, had barely even kissed a man, and yet she knew on some deep, very sure level that she was meant to be here with this man tonight. It was an assertion that had been growing stronger and stronger since she had made her decision. Without even touching him she felt on some level as if she knew him, had been with him beforewhich was crazy as of course she hadnt.
Come here.
And as if in a dream, answering some deep need that had been brought to life within her, she walked over to him, coming to a stop just feet away.
Enzo closed the gap between them and brought his hands to her coat, pulling it open and off her shoulders. It fell to the floor. She looked up into his eyes, suddenly needing to feel reassured, and what she saw there nearly melted her on the spot. They were dark and glowing golden, intent on her face. It wasnt reassurance, exactly, it was desire. Passion. A vortex of unexplored sensuality had gripped her and was fast hurtling her into this new world.
Enzo, I
Shh. He put a finger to her lips, stopping whatever it was shed been about to say. And it was just as well, thought Cara shakily, as she wasnt even sure what she was going to say. Her lack of experience seemed irrelevant right now. To speak might break the spell. For some reason this whole evening, with all its enigmatic silences, had had an undercurrent of silent communication running through it. Leading them here. And finally Cara gave herself up to that. She couldnt question it any more.
Enzo lifted his hands and cradled Caras head, his fingers threading through the silky strands of her hair, tangling it. He stepped even closer, so that now their bodies connected, and Cara felt as if she was burning up through the material of her dress where she could feel his lean, hard length. It made her feel weak.
His head descended to hers. She closed her eyes, unable to keep them open any longer. The first touch of his lips to hers was fleeting. She had a sensation of firm contours. Her breath sharpened, coming in rapid bursts, and instinctively her hands came out to steady herself, resting on his waist. His hands fisted in her hair, tugging her head back gently, and her eyes opened, looking straight up into golden pools flecked with green.
Oh, Lord.
Enzo was looking at her assessingly. It made Cara feel nervous, but it was drowned in the proximity of her body to his, the clamour of her pulse. After a long moment his head descended again, but instead of kissing her where she ached most, on her mouth, his lips touched the delicate skin of her temples, trailed fire down her cheeks, and down further, to where the pulse beat rapidly under the skin of her neck. His tongue tasted her skin.
She twisted her head, her mouth searching blindly for his. She wanted to feel him take her, plunder her. Wanted to feel her tongue meshed with his. She wanted it with every cell in her beingbut Enzo seemed to have other ideas. Cara suddenly felt bewildered. She was unaware of the soft moan of desperation that came from her mouth.
His hands on her head kept her steady, where he wanted her. Eyes glittered fiercely down, caught on her mouth. She tingled there, in high expectation that now hed press his mouth to hers, wanting it so badly. But then he brought a hand to her bottom and pulled her in tight against him, and she felt the bulge of his hard arousal. She gasped out loud. Kissing was forgotten as all desire seemed to pool south and centre around her groin.
Wanting to be closer, if it were possible, she slid her hands up Enzos back, feeling the taut muscles as they moved under the silk of his shirt. Impatiently she registered that she needed to feel his skin, and scrabbled to pull his shirt out of his trousers, moaning softly when her hands made contact with his warm, smooth back.
Enzo tipped back her head, baring her neck to his mouth again. Caras breath came fast and jerkily, her hips moving instinctively against his body. He pulled back, breathing harshly, a fierce glitter in his eyes.
Youre a witch.
Cara shook her head, feeling dazed. No, Im just Cara
His eyes flashed with something she couldnt decipher and his jaw tightened. He shifted slightly, making her feel the full extent and power of his erection. Her legs nearly buckled. In the next instant she was lifted into Enzos arms and he took her into the adjoining bedroom, equally sumptuous, with a king-size four-poster bed, its covers turned down invitingly.
He put her down and very shakily she slipped off her shoes, her toes curling into the thick carpet. She watched as he impatiently threw aside the decorative cushions artfully adorning the bed, and then he turned back, the glitter even fiercer in his eyes now. The only thing that kept Cara standing there so calmly was the fact that she knew his desire was mirrored in her eyes too, and all the way through her body. She knew she couldnt turn back. This was fate. She was meant to be with this man. She felt it so surely that she didnt hesitate for a second.
She walked up to him and lifted her hands, starting to undo the buttons on his shirt. As her hands descended and his chest was revealed, bit by bit, the tremor in her fingers got worse and worse. At the last button Enzo took her hands away and impatiently ripped it open, the button popping free and falling somewhere on the carpet unnoticed. The shirt fell to the ground and Cara looked at the bare expanse of chest in front of her. Heat suffused her face. She reached out a reverent hand and touched him tentatively, trailing fingers over his hard flat nipples. His chest surged as he sucked in a breath, and when Cara looked up his eyes were momentarily closed.
In the next breath hed opened them, and the dynamic changed. He turned her around, lifting up the hair resting on the nape of her neck, clearly looking for a zip or some opening on her dress.
It almost hurt to breathe when she said, Its a jersey dress.
He turned her back, his features almost comically impatient. A what?
Cara couldnt answer. She just brought her hands to the bottom of her dress and pulled it up, over her thighs and hips, over her waist and chest, until everything was obscured and she knew he was looking at her body. She couldnt see his reaction. But she felt it in the air. Everything went still.
Finally the dress was free of her head, and as she pulled it away she felt her hair fall down her back. She couldnt look at Enzo, feeling unnacountably shy. She was also very aware of the functional nature of her underwear, how boring it must seem compared to how she would imagine other women might dress for him, in concoctions of lace and silk. She wore plain white cotton underwear, and if she remembered correctly these particular pants were so old they had a hole in the seam. Mortification twisted Caras insides as she suddenly had a reality check and an implosion of panic. Her breasts were too small, her hips too narrow. Her brother had always told her derisively she had the figure of a boy.
With her head downbent she brought her arms up to cover her chest, and immediately felt heat as Enzo came towards her and tugged them down again. Cara fought rising emotion, feeling ridiculously inadequate. She didnt want to see pity in his eyes, disgust at her less than womanly body.
A finger came under her chin, forcing her head up. She kept her eyes closed. Enzo still held her arms away from her body, and her chest heaved with the effort to control her emotions.
Cara
It was that inflection again, making her insides melt. Reluctantly Cara opened her eyes. She steeled herself, tilting her chin in an unconscious show of dignity, and met his gaze. It was dark, unfathomable and hot. Very hot. Cara frowned. But Imnot
Not what? he asked gruffly, even as his eyes travelled down over her body, taking in every dip and curve, and the high, firm breasts, tips hard and thrusting against the cotton of her bra.
Cara felt wanton and aching all over. He wasnt looking at her with disgust at all. I thoughtI thought you wouldnt find me She swallowed miserably.
He looked at her again. Attractive?
He shook his head and took his arms from hers, let his body do the talking. With lethal grace he opened and dropped his trousers, stepping out of them. His shoes and socks were gone, bare feet tanned and big. Cara gulped. Shed heard the waitresses at the club talking lewdly over the years about men and their anatomies and proportions. His legs were long and tautly muscledthe legs of an athlete, not someone who worked out in the gym. Her gaze finally landed on that part of him that was still hidden under snug briefs. Very snug briefs, straining with the erection they encased. With a dry mouth she watched helplessly at the mercy of her rapidly heating libido, as he pulled them down and off, wincing slightly, freeing the full extent of what looked to Cara like a massive erection.
Her eyes flew to his. Surely there was no way?
He reached for her and pulled her towards him, all the way, until they stood thigh to thigh, chest to chest. And where Cara could feel him pressing against her, the power of his sexuality a pulsing enticement to touch, all trepidation melted away in an instant, the beat of her blood drowning it out.
He caught his hands in her hair again, seemingly luxuriating in the long, heavy strands, twisting them around and through his fingers. She reached up and pressed her mouth and lips against his neck, tongue darting out, teeth nipping gently. He tasted salty and it made her skin prickle. His chest against hers was like a huge steel wall, the muscles rippling, causing her breasts to ache for his touch.
His penis now slid tantalisingly between her legs. The fabric of her panties was a delicious torture, and Cara found her hips impatiently moving against Enzo, seeking a deeper connection, wanting to feel him skin to skin. Wanting to feel him inside her. She was aware of this even though shed never experienced it before.
Somehow they moved, and Enzo sat down on the side of the bed in front of Cara. He snaked a hand around her waist and drew her to him. She looked down with slumberous eyes. Her awakening, here in this room, was something she was already storing away in pieces for a future time when she would resavour every bit. He reached his hands behind her back and she felt him undo the clasp of her bra. It fell down her arms and away with a whisper, and her breasts tightened, the tips puckering even more in the air under his gaze.
He cupped one breast, his hand huge and dark against her pale skin, her freckles standing out starkly. She didnt have time to be self-conscious because he drew her even closer, and she had to put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. But she wasnt ready for the sensation when she felt his breath as he closed his hot wet mouth around one nipple, tugging and pulling, suckling and rolling the tip. Cara gasped inwards, her belly contracting, sucking in short, shocked breaths, her hands tightening convulsively on his shoulders.
The sensation of his mouth on her breast caused a tight wire of almost excruciating pain right down to her groin. Between her thighs she could feel his erection, and instinctively she closed them slightly, trapping it. His mouth jerked from her breast.
Witch, he said again.
He moved subtly, the hard length of his penis now rigid between her legs, and drew the other nipple into his mouth. This time Cara cried out. She felt so moist at the apex of her thighs that she was embarrassed. Was it normal?
As if reading her thoughts, Enzo brought his hands to the top of her panties and pulled the edges down. Sudden self-consciousness made Cara stop his hands. Her face flamed. What if what she was feeling wasnt normal? But with surprising gentleness he pushed her hands away and pulled her pants down all the way, moving her back so that she could step out of them.
She felt his eyes on her. She was completely naked, exposed. And then she felt one hand cup the right cheek of her bottom. She looked down, drowning in the dark dilated pupils of his eyes. They were both breathing harshly, skin already glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
His other hand cupped her between her legs, sending heat right to where she ached most. Her breath stopped altogether. The redness of her curls down there made her cringe inwardly, the stigma of her colouring bringing back childhood taunts, still pathetically cutting. But Enzo didnt seem to notice. And it was soon gone from her mind when she felt his fingers thread through the curls, exploring her innermost secret folds.
Cara had thought she couldnt take any more sensation, but the throbbing pleasure of feeling his hand and fingers there nearly made everything go black.
Dio. Youre unbelievably responsive
His words were lost on Cara as her head fell back. She could feel her hair brush against her bare waist. With a wantoness she couldnt stop, she felt herself opening her legs wider, allowing him access. His fingers slid all the way into the moist heat of her core, moving in and out in a rhythm that had an achy feeling starting to coil through her. Her hips jerked and moved against his hand, all thoughts and feelings centered on those nerve-endings. She felt him move his thumb against her down there and yelped.
Her head came up and she looked down at him, genuinely mystified at this amazing tightening and coiling, this gathering of feelings that all seemed to centre around her belly and between her legs. She could feel her breathing quicken so much she thought she might be in danger of hyperventilating. Her movements became more instinctive, more desperate. She wasnt in control of her own body any more. She was quite literally in this mans hands, at the mercy of something so all-consuming she just had to ride it.
Her hands desperately searched for and tightened on his shoulders. She had to anchor herself to something. And then, after a climb that seemed to be endless, suddenly she was held suspended at a height shed never known existed. With a simple flick of Enzos thumb against her she fell down into a mass of spasming sensations, her whole body tightening and releasing. The pleasure was so exquisite she couldnt believe shed waited so long to experience it.
All those inane conversations shed overheard for years finally made sense, she thought dreamily as she felt Enzo lift her onto the bed, her inner muscles still clenching. She sensed an urgency in his movements even though she wanted to curl up and go to sleep, with a delicious satedness thrumming through her blood.
Slumberously, Cara watched as Enzo reached somewhere and pulled out a foil packet, watched as he tore it open and smoothed the condom onto his erectionwhich looked even bigger. She was thankful he had thought of protection, because it was the most remote thing from her own mind and the lack of it wouldnt have held her back in the slightest. Not when she could barely remember who she was any more.
He came alongside her and her belly quivered. Unbelievably Cara felt a deeper yearning surge through her, waking her body anew. Moments ago shed been ready for sleep, but now desire was building again, deep in her core. More urgently. Somehow she knew instinctively that whatever shed just experienced was nothing compared to what she was about to experience. The anticipation almost made her feel fearful. Could she withstand a more intense pleasure?
Her eyes grew huge as he smoothed a hand down her body, over the curves and tips of her breasts, making them tingle, crave his touch and mouth again. He was a mind-reader. He bent his head and his mouth unerringly found one pouting pink peak and closed over it. Cara gasped and held his head to her breasts with a desperate clasp. He moved his body until he was between her legs.
He lifted his head from her possessive hands. Patience
He lifted her hips, angling her slightly, and nudged her legs farther apart with powerful hair-roughened thighs. Cara could feel his penis against the still slick and sensitive folds of her sex. Her body spasmed in response. Her belly tingled.
Tell me how much you want this, he demanded roughly, his voice sending Caras arousal into orbit. There was something so guttural about it
Like Ive never wanted anything else, she answered truthfully, a well of emotion rising within her. She knew now that she was here because she felt much more than just a physical connection with this man.
Tell me you need this, he said then, and with a subtle, tiny movement Cara felt him slide the head of his shaft into her. The intrusion was new and alien, yet at the same time somehow familiar. She had that weird feeling again of having lain with him before.
Oh
He slid in a little deeper. Tell me, he demanded hoarsely.
Obeying some primal urge, Cara instinctively tilted her hips up, causing him to slide in a little more. She lifted her head. I need thisI need you. Please Enzoplease.
With a deep moan of intensely male satisfaction Enzo held Caras hips tilted, bent his head, and drew a nipple roughly into his mouth. As he did so he thrust into her, all the way, right to the hilt. Cara cried out, unable to help herself. Shed heard stories of pain, but all she felt was a pleasure so intense and pure that she could have wept.
Enzo drew back, a questioning frown on his face. Did I hurt you?
She shook her head fiercely and drew her hips back in a move that was completely instinctive, causing Enzo to withdraw slightly so hed have to thrust in again.
NoIve just never felt like this before.
As if hed thought something, or been about to say something, his face cleared. He took control of her wanton hips and held them fast. Cara bit her lip as he thrust back in again, harder this time. And with each thrust, each movement against the tight, sensitive walls of her passage, she climbed higher and higher, leaving the previous peak shed reached in the dust.
Enzo had called her a witch, but he was a wizard. Their skin was slick with sweat, and Cara begged brokenly as their movements became faster, more urgently desperate.
Please, Enzoplease.
And then suddenly she was there. Her body tensed and tightened all over and she held her breath, eyes open wide as she looked up into his face. His cheekbones were slashed with red, his eyes glittering so darkly that she couldnt read them. And then she fell, her muscles contracting and pulsating around his shaft as he drove in and out, his breath harsh and fast. Just as she was falling, seemingly never-endingly, Cara felt the shock of another peak approaching. And as Enzos movements stopped, and he tensed too, she found herself falling all over again, this time with him, as she felt the power of him burst free within her, his release awe-inspiring.
His weight was deliciously heavy on her. Caras legs were wrapped around him, her arms tight around his neck. She never wanted to let him go. The feeling of connection was so intense it was overwhelming. Their hearts hammered in tandem against their chests.
After long moments Enzo finally pulled free. He scooped them onto their sides, Cara against his front, and with an arm heavy around her middle Cara felt herself drift into a deep boneless and bottomless slumber, her arm tight around Enzos, holding him to her. For the first time in a long time she felt at peace. As if shed come home from a long, arduous journey.

Vicenzo came to his senses slowly, and the world righted itself. His frantic heartbeat slowed back to a near normal pace. Reality came harshly, and with swift, painful clarity. He felt the seductive body clasped against him, felt the way his arm was wrapped around her so possessively, and tensed.
Blood roared to his brain at what had just happenedhow far off base hed come. How far off base hed let her take him, as if hed had no control over the situation. From the moment hed met her in the bar and looked into those huge, duplicitous green eyes, flecked with darker tones making her seem mysterious, everything had shifted. One thing he hadnt bargained on was this: that hed want her on sight with a hunger that precluded anything else hed ever felt in his life. It was shaming, shocking and all-consuming.
Acting on pure impulse, guided by something he couldnt entirely fathom even now, hed told her he was simply Enzohad kept hidden his real identity. Her face had entranced him, despite his best intentions to remain unmoved by her: exquisitely pale, with its explosion of freckles making her look so young and innocent.
Vicenzo slammed down on his thoughts as he carefully extricated himself from Caras sleeping form. He remembered just moments ago, pulling himself free from her bodys tight clasp. Even that movement had caused a fresh ripple of arousal which he had had to ignore with all his mightespecially when shed moaned softly, as if in protest. Now, though, she didnt wake.
He forced his thoughts away from the memory of what had just happened with cold ruthlessness. Hed wanted to see what she would doto see the woman who had spent time with his sister, pretending to be her friend. Would she try to seduce him? His instincts had been proved right, and also the instinct to hold back, not to reveal himself. His justifications comforted him, even as he registered the unwelcome revelation that he hadnt planned on going this far.
He reminded himself that hed seen her in action before hed even met herdraped over that barman when hed entered the club, only to swiftly turn her attention to him as soon as hed arrived. Shed just proved herself to be the consummate seducer. Full of innocent little tricks and ploys. For a moment there hed had the fleetingly ridiculous thought that she might have been a virgin, but shed quickly quashed that suspicion with her knowing response, taking him with a confidence that could only have been born of experience. He only had to look at how quickly shed tumbled into his bed, with the merest artful hint of hesitation designed to rouse a man to the point of erotic anticipation.
The bile grew stronger as he sat on the side of the bed before standing up, muscles protesting. Their coming together had been so urgent, so passionate, that he couldnt remember the last time it had been like that for himor if ever. And with her, of all people. He stalked to the bathroom, self-disgust mounting along with his anger. He dealt with the protection and turned to look at himself in the mirror, his face rigid with tension.
Cold fury barrelled through him. This would be the sweetest form of revenge after allbecause shed slept with him tonight not knowing who he was, no doubt expecting him to bankroll her exorbitant lifestyle now that her brother was gone.
He told himself that hed asked her to come to his hotel as a testnot because hed wanted her with an urgency that bordered on desperation. But he knew that in that moment when shed stood before him in the cool night air all thoughts of Allegra and what this woman had done had been shamingly forgotten for a precious moment, in the heat of his arousal. His motivations had become blurred. He had to hand it to her. She was good. A less cynical man than himself would have been foolishly duped in a heartbeat by the way shed come back and breathily offered herself up to him with all the feigned innocence of a novice. As if she didnt do this all the time.
But he knew better than that. Hed been dealt a harsh lesson at an early age in the selfish, manipulative ways of women. His own mother had dealt him that lesson. And hed learnt well. Ultimately they looked after themselves, and this was exactly what Cara Brosnan was doingalready feathering her nest, looking for her next meal ticket
Her brother had coldly seduced his sister with every intention of plundering her wealth and dumping her by the wayside. There was a compelling symmetry to what had just happened; Vicenzo was doing to Cara, something similar to what she and her brother had planned to do to his sister.
The set and cold features of Allegra came back to him. He felt no compunction now, no guilt. He buried all emotion deep inside. He had taken advantage of an intense physical desire. There was no harm in admitting that. Cara was a beautiful woman, after all. And she was well versed in the ways of the world; she was old beyond her years and certainly possessed a knowingness that his sheltered sister had never had. Allegra had been easy pickings for someone as predatory and corrupt as Cormac Brosnan.
Cara might have surprised and bewitched Vicenzo more than hed expected, but ultimately this was where he wanted her: at his mercy and feeling all the pain it was possible for someone like her to feel. Which he guessed wasnt much. This was far better than confronting her and trying to make her admit to her guilt. Shed have laughed in his face. A woman who could sleep with a complete stranger the night after burying her own brother was someone Vicenzo could easily despise
He stepped into the shower. After which he went back outside to dress and wait for Cara to wake up.
CHAPTER THREE
CARA felt consciousness return as if from far away. Sensations came back into her body, which felt deliciously heavy and languorous. Strange new aches and pains were present in her muscles, but she amended her first impression: not painful, pleasant. She was relishing waking slowly, and the blissful haze that clouded her brain was like a drug, keeping all painful concerns out. She knew they were there, clamouring for attention, but she wanted to hold them off on the periphery just a bit longer.
She became aware of the fact that she was no longer tucked into Enzos body, with his legs and arms wrapped protectively around her. She smiled. Shed had no idea it could be like that. She put out a hand, expecting to feel a big hard body, but the bed was empty beside her. Immediately her eyes flew open and she blinked in the early dawn light coming through the windows. How long had she been asleep?
She sat up and looked to the other side of the room. Enzo was sitting in a chair, watching her in the bed. Cara felt her heart stop and start again in heavy slow thuds. She felt momentarily light headed. She smiled hesitantly, feeling extremely shy.
Morning
Enzo said nothing, just continued to watch her. Cara frowned and felt a trickle of foreboding slither down her spine. The air in the room felt frosty and she had no idea why.
Her smile faded.
Enzo? Her voice was more hesitant, unsure.
With lithe animal grace he pushed himself up from the chair and strolled to the window, where he looked out for a long moment with his back to her, hands in his pockets. Cara saw that he was fully dressed, in a suit and tie. It made her pull the sheet higher up around her breasts. She felt at a disadvantage, not knowing why this mattered.
He turned then, and she felt speared by his eyes. Any trace of tenderness and passion was gone. His visage was as stern and forbidding as if shed just insulted him in some way. And then he said, with quiet devastation, My full name isnt actually Enzoalthough close family and friends have been known to use the abbreviation. Its Vicenzo. Vicenzo Valentini.

For a blissful moment Cara had no reaction. As if something was protecting her. And then the import of his words started to sink in. That name. It couldnt be. The air left her lungs. Her belly fell.
She heard herself asking shakily, What did you say?
You heard me. He was curt. Abrupt.
She shook her head as if to try and clear it, could feel her hands clenching tight around the sheet. She felt confused and bewildered. Youre Allegras brother?
Well done.
Cara could not understand his animosity. She felt as though she were in a bad dream, and the fact that this man was dragging the awful nightmare of that night and the painful reality of her life into this room was incomprehensible.
You know who I am? Obviously he did, yet something compelled her to ask. The fact that he wasnt jumping to offer her condolences on the death of her brother was glaringly obvious.
He settled back against the window, for all the world as if they were having a nice chat, but Cara could sense the tension in his frame. And the thought of that, his frame, made her feel weak. She was already compartmentalising what had happened last night and what was happening right now into two very separate placesas if some functioning part of her brain was ahead of her in deciphering what was happening.
Yes, of course I do, Cara. His voice was mocking, confusing her even more. I knew who you were before we even introduced ourselves. I came to that club specifically to find you.
She shook her head again. It felt woolly. But whywhy didnt you just tell me who you were?
Something indecipherable flashed across his face for a moment, before it became a smooth hard mask again. Because I wanted to see you at first hand. Up close and personal. The little sister of Cormac Brosnan, the man who was planning on marrying my sister in Vegas on the eve of her twenty-fifth birthday so that he could claim her fortune before cruelly dumping her.
Caras face leached of all colour. Shed only found out about Cormacs plans the day of the accident. She could remember remonstrating with him, aghast that he would do such a thing. Hed laughed in her face. And then that night
You knew.
He saw her reaction, and his voice was implacable and condemnatory.
Cara met his eyes, everything around her swirling slightly. Yes, but
Vicenzo stood away from the window with a violent movement, halting her words. And somewhere Cara marvelled at how she was already thinking of him as Vicenzo. Enzo had long gone.
Yes, but nothing. You knew, and you had as much a hand in the plans as your brother. Tell me, were you the perfect little confidante to Allegra? Buttering her up, telling her how much your brother loved her? Priming her for the fall?
Cara recoiled, her eyes huge. No. I didnt know what Cormac was planningthat is not until last week, I swear. I liked your sister
Pain gripped Cara again at how shed failed to helpand yet she hadnt had enough time. Vicenzo advanced towards the bed and she recoiled back even further. He said something rude in Italianundoubtedly a curse.
Of course you liked my sister, Miss Brosnan. She represented your easy ride to a future where you would never have to worry about money again. He clicked his fingers, making Cara flinch. All your brothers debts gone, in an instant.
When he called her Miss Brosnan she felt her heart shrivel a little inside her. It cast a slur on the passion theyd shared in this very room. She could see it now: his resemblance to Allegra. Shed noticed it last night, but of course she had had no frame of reference for it.
Cara found some strength under the laser-like gaze and scooted up in the bed, kneeling, holding the sheet around her with both hands. She still had to make sense of all of this. Her head hurt with so many questions.
I dont understand.
Ill help you, shall I?
Cara gulped. He looked positively intimidating, a muscle beating in his tight jaw, glaring down at her. A million miles from the man who had become her first lover.
As soon as your brother realised that Allegra was heiress to a substantial part of the Valentini fortune he pursued her with nothing more in mind than to rape her for her wealth.
Cara flinched at his words but he went on.
He introduced her to drugs to make her more malleable, make her dependent on him totally. And all the while he was doing this he was keeping me busy at home with a bogus takeover bid, ensuring I wouldnt check up on her. Vicenzo laughed harshly. After all, she was here workinga grown woman, as she kept reassuring me, well able to take care of herself. Why should I be worried about her?
Cara felt sick. Shed witnessed her brothers actions. What Vicenzo said now didnt surprise her, but shed had no idea how influential Cormac had been over Allegra. Shed only ever seen Allegra come and go, stay the night a few times. Shed seemed sweet, perfectly happy. It had only been when hed revealed his plans that shed begun to see Allegra as a potential victim. And that revelation had come far too late.
Cara swallowed painfully. If you knew this
Thats the problem. His voice was unbearably harsh, the lines in his face tightly drawn. I didnt know. Until we figured out that Brosnans bid was bogus. Immediately I suspected he was up to something more, and I also realised that he

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