by Lucy Monroe
What he felt for Elisa was bound up with the overwhelming desire his body had to mate with hers.
Was that love? Probably not the kind of love a woman would understand or want. It wasn’t flowery and romantic.
What he felt around her was too elemental. In the final picture, love did not come into it. He owed her a baby. He owed her the security of marriage and a family.
‘you will marry me.”
‘1‘11 do as I please.” She looked both incredibly fragile and stubbornly defiant.
‘May I suggest it that you to get ready for our trip to Sicily? If we do not leave on time, my pilot will lose his take-off slot at the airport.”
She glared. ‘1 don’t have to go to Sicily with you.”
‘And those after the crown jewels?”
‘1 can go somewhere else a place neither you nor the bad guys can find me.”
Panic lanced through him that she might do just that. ‘your father would worry if he did not know where you were.”
‘Then 1‘11 tell him.”
‘And he will tell me.”
Her small hands made tight fists against her thighs.
‘Not if I tell him not to.” She didn’t sound completely convinced of that fact.
And she should not be.
‘No father is going to allow his daughter to remain unprotected when there is any risk she could be hurt by her own stubborn independence.”
‘so I won’t tell him”
‘And risk causing him another heart episode in his worry for you?”
An hour later, buckled into a seat on Salvatore’s private jet, Elisa stewed. What a Class A manipulator.
He’d known exactly what buttons to push to get her to agree to go to Sicily with him, but, even knowing she was being manipulated she would not change her mind. Papa would worry. She knew that. He was sick and she could not stand it if she was the reason something truly bad happened with his health.
Besides, she wanted to know why he had told Salvatore she was like Shawna. She was tired of just accepting the outsider’s role in her family. She wanted something more and it began with her father’s trust and belief that she was every bit as good a daughter as Annemarie. Somehow she would get him to see that.
She knew deep down that he loved her.
She needed to feel that love now not just be aware of its existence.
How different these thoughts were from the ones she’d always harbored about love and family.
Shawna had raised her to depend only on herself to rely on no one else physically or emotionally, because other people let you down. Elisa had learned the truth of that statement early on, right at Shawna’s knee.
Here Salvatore was invading her space, demanding she rely on him. He wanted her to depend on him, to trust him, but how could she? He’d shown her that, just as with the other people she loved in her life, she had only a minor role to play in his. That of lover, but not beloved.
He wanted to marry her because he felt guilty. If it had been for any other reason she would have jumped at the chance to build a life with him, to have the family she had never had. She craved the closeness she saw in other families the relationship that existed between her father Therese and Annemarie.
She was livid with Salvatore for tempting her with what she wanted most in the world, but knew she could not really have.
Because in a marriage without love she wouldn’t belong to him any more than she had ever really belonged with Shawna or her father.
They were on the road that led to the di Vitale estate outside of Palermo before Elisa realized Salvatore was not taking her to her father’s house.
Instead they pulled past the iron-gate entrance to his palatial home.
‘Why have we come here first?” Salvatore’s profile was grim as it had been since she had agreed with little grace to accompany him to Sicily.
‘you are staying with me.”
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No I am not ” He pulled the car to a stop in front of the huge old house. It looked like something straight out of a European guidebook a classic example of the opulent Mediterranean villa home of the wealthy from the previous century.
Salvatore got out of the car and came around to open her door. Although his big body shaded her from the sun hot air blasted her as the climate-controlled coolness of the car poured out through the open door.
She made no move to get out, leaving her safety belt buckled.
‘l’m not going inside.”
He sighed.
‘I got very little sleep last night, cara.”
That had her frowning.
‘Whose fault is that?”
‘Yours ”
She gasped out her outrage at that.
‘I didn’t seduce you last night.”
‘Did you not?” His gaze traveled over her like seeking hands.
‘Your very presence in the same space is a seduction to my senses. Surely you know this.”
‘lt’s not my fault you didn’t get any sleep,” she maintained stubbornly, not sure how she felt about hi s admission .
‘lt is. Therefore you must also accept the results. I am out of patience. I wish to refresh myself to relax in my home. I will not stand beside this car arguing with you. Come into the house now Elisa or I will carry you there but be assured you are coming.”
His words elicited not the least amount of surprise but they did make her angry.
‘You’re being a bully.”
‘I am being practical. Are you coming?”
She didn’t want to know how she would react to his touch should he carry out his threat so she undid her seat belt with a jerky movement.
‘you should have six younger siblings, the way you like to boss people around.”
His bark of laughter was short. ‘My parents wanted more but Mamma died before that goal was achieved.”
‘Your father never remarried.”
‘No’.
She climbed out of the car.
‘He must have loved your mother very much.”
‘He says so ” She cast a glance at Salvatore.
‘you don’t believe him?”
‘1 do not disbelieve him.”
‘But you can’t comprehend that kind of love?” she guessed.
He shrugged. ‘Not really, no.”
Which as good as told her in no uncertain terms that what he felt for her was nothing like the emotion his father had had for his mother.
‘I wish I couldn’t,” she muttered to herself as she followed him insi de .
He stopped in the cavernous hall and looked back at her.
‘What did you say?”
‘Nothing.” As if she was admitting it to him. That was not happening. She looked around in silence .
She loved the warm, old-world feel of the di Vitale home Salvatore shared with his father and grandfather. No grandmother Elisa mused the woman had died before he was even born. It struck her that Salvatore had had very little feminine influence in his life. He’d only been a small boy when his mother died and his father had never done anything that she knew of to fill that void in Salvatore’s life.
No aunts. No good friend of the family, except perhaps Therese her father’s wife.
Salvatore was only five years older than Elisa. Therese would have married Elisa’s father not long after the death of Salvatore’s mother.
‘Did you see much of Therese growing up?” she asked as he led her up the grand staircase.
‘your father and my father are good friends and have been since before I was born.”
She supposed that answered the question except it didn’t tell her how close he might have been to her stepmother.
‘Are you and Therese close?” He stopped in front of a door and turned to face her.
‘What are you asking, cara”
‘ your mother died when you were little. I just wondered if… ”
‘your stepmother played the role of surrogate to me?”
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‘I had no desire to have another mother.”
‘But you were so young.”
‘OId enough to know how much it hurt when Mamma died. I did not go looking for someone else to fill her place.”
He’d been afraid of losing again was perhaps still afraid of it. To love meant taking a risk one Salvatore might never willingly submit to.
It was a depressing thought.
He pushed open the door. ‘This is your room.”
‘1 don’t understand why I can’t stay with my father and his family.”
Salvatore’s brows drew together the bronze skin between his eyes wrinkling.
‘you are his family, cfo/cezza.”
‘Right.” But not in the same way. Never in the same way.
‘So, why can’t I stay with them?”
‘you are safer here.”
‘1 don’t believe that. Your company is in charge of my father’s security. 1‘11 be safe as houses there ”
‘lf one of the fanatics opposed to the sale of the crown jewels came looking for you, the woman who convinced the former prince to allow her to auction them oft would you want someone else to perhaps get in the way? Like your sister or your stepmother?”
‘But he planned to sell them before I came along. It had been made public for weeks when Adamo Jewelers was chosen to host the auction. Making me a target would be senseless.”
‘Fanatics often are. You are willing to risk your family’s safety on this belief?” She shook her head .
He stepped back. your room.”
‘Thank you.” She moved inside, her attention arrested immediately by the charming femininity of the room.
The large four-poster bed in the middle of the floor was draped with dusky mauve canopy and curtains while the bedspread was made from fabric in a large cabbage-rose print. The drapes matched the bedspread. The dresser and vanity table were the same dark wood as the bed but had the elegant styling of the Queen Anne era.
‘lt’s gorgeous, but so feminine.” She hadn’t expected such a thing in a houseful of bachelors.
‘Little has changed in this room since my mother’s death.”
‘This was her room?” Salvatore looked at her as if she’d gone mad.
‘of course not. Can you see a Sicilian male having separate bedrooms with his wife?”
Not one in the di Vitale family. If she ever agreed to marry Salvatore she knew the one thing they would definitely share was a bed.
‘she had it decorated for female guests and the housekeeper followed this tradition when bed coverings and such needed to be replaced.”
Without her realizing it, he had come all the way into the room and now stood not two feet from her.
She stepped back a pace. ‘1 think 1‘11 lie down before dinner. I’m wrung out.”
He reached out in a totally unexpected gesture and brushed her cheek. ‘Running from it will not make it go away.”
‘l’m not trying to make anything go away. I’m just tired.”
His hand dropped from her face. ‘lf you say so.”
She was still reliving that brief touch and the gentle accusation an hour later as she moved into yet another position hoping to get comfortable enough to sleep.
The problem was her body wanted his masculine frame curled around it. One night and a whole year of his absence from her bed was dismissed by a body that knew what it craved no matter how much she would like to deny it.
you are not asleep.”
She turned, a feeling of deep inevitability washing over her. He stood beside the bed, his hair ruffled from running his fingers through it his shirt undone partway, his eyes black with an emotion all too familiar.
‘What are you doing in here?”
‘you cannot sleep.” He set one knee on the bed.
‘Do not ask me how I know this, but I do. I cannot work thinking of you tossing and turning in your lonely bed.”
She couldn’t very well deny the tossing and turning bit. The state of the covers said all that needed to be said on that score.
‘l’m not lonely,” she denied instead.
His hand landed beside her head on the pillow and he leaned over her all sensual threatening male. ‘Are you sure?”
CHAPTER NINE
SHE couldn’t answer.
Her throat had gone dry and her lungs no longer had enough oxygen to force any words out.
His face came closer until his lips hovered less than a breath above her own.
‘1 think cara mia that you are lonely, but this should not worry you, for I know what to do about it.”
Her tongue snaked out to wet her dry lips and encountered his. She could not stop herself from taking a small taste of the masculine spice she knew to be his alone. He took it as some kind of signal and suddenly his mouth was devouring hers with carnal intensity.
His hands were everywhere. Pushing down covers. Sliding her nightgown off her. Pulling down her panties and tossing them to the floor. Tearing at his own clothes so that what buttons remained done up on his shirt popped and flew across the bed. Within seconds they were b0th gloriously naked and he had her wrapped up against him just as she had craved earlier.
‘you feel so good cfo/cezza.”
She lifted her hips, pressing her mound against his hardened shaft and groaned. ‘so do you.”
‘We are meant for each other.”
In this area, there could be no doubt. She might have been a virgin the first time they made love, but she knew enough to be certain the kind of passion she shared with Salvatore was rare.
She kissed the underside of his chin, then licked, loving the salty taste of his skin, the faint rasp of his five o’clock shadow. His body rippled with one long shudder.
He kissed her neck her ear her eyelids the quality of the kiss changing until they were bare touches. Her eyes, which had slid shut with the first touch of his lips on her own, opened. She stared up at him.
Intense concentration masked his features.
‘Salvatore?” He kissed the very sensitive spot below her right ear.
‘Hmm?”
‘you… ” She let her voice trail off, not knowing how to voice what she was feeling, but one minute he was almost ravening with desire and the next he was being so tender her throat felt choked with emotion.
‘ushh… cfo/cezza. This time, we will take it very slowly. I will cherish every inch of you.”
Which was what he did. He covered her entire body with tiny kisses, tasting her in the most erogenous spots making her writhe with her need but he made no effort to join his body with hers.
‘Please Salvatore I want you.”
He smiled but he did not come up and over her. Instead he moved until his mouth was just above the now damp curls between her thighs. His head lowered and her breath sawed out in a big whoosh as deft fingers made a place for his tongue on her most sensitive flesh.
She cried out and then she just cried as he took her from one plateau of pleasure to another withholding the final culmination until she thought she’d go crazy with need. Then he closed his mouth down on her clitoris in the same moment two of his big fingers invaded her.
Starbursts exploded behind her eyelids as she screamed out in release. The sensation became too intense to bear and she tried to buck him off, but he kept the sensual torture going and within seconds her body was convulsing yet again in the most amazing experience of her life.
The pleasure went on and on until every muscle in her body was contracted in ecstasy, and then all at once she simply collapsed. Relaxing into the bed as boneless as melting wax.
He moved over her then gently nudging her legs further apart to make a place for him there where he wanted to be. The broad tip of his penis pressed inside her and she moaned with pleasure.
He lifted her knees, his muscles bulging as she did nothing to help him, and then he thrust deeply into her, his body claiming hers completely. He took his time, setting a pace that brought forth feelings she thought exhaust
ed beyond rekindling.
He made love to her for a long time building her arousal to another fever pitch before sending them b0th over the edge in mutual ecstasy.
He collapsed on top of her his head resting so his mouth was practically touching her left ear.
‘Now tell me you can let me go. Tell me you will not marry me and never again feel these feelings only I can give you.”
The words registered slowly as her mind began to function on more than a sensual plane once again. Along with his words came another realization.
‘We did it again.”
‘Si. Making love between we two is inevitable.”
‘I meant not using protection.”
‘I suppose you did it on purpose again.”
He rolled off her onto his back, but pulled her into his arms, cuddling her close to his side.’you doubt it?”
‘you’re ruthless when you want something.”
‘This is true.” No denial. No attempt to justify. Simply an acceptance of this aspect to his nature.
‘And you want to marry me.”
‘This is what I have been saying.”
‘Salvatore, do you believe the baby was yours?” He was silent so long, she thought he was refusing to answer but then his breath hitched in a strange way and she pushed herself up to see his face.
His eyes glistened suspiciously, his jaw looked hewn from granite. ‘Si. I believe the baby I killed was my own.”
She gasped unable to accept he harbored the thought.
‘Salvatore adore. You are so wrong.You did not kill our baby! The chances of miscarriage in the first three months are a lot higher than most people realize. The doctor told me that in the hospital. Losing the baby was not because of anything either one of us did.”
‘My doctor told me stress could cause miscarriage. My rejection stressed you.” A single tear escaped and rolled down his temple.
He turned his head as if to hide it from her, but she cupped his face, brushing the wetness with her thumb.
‘Please believe me, losing the baby was not your fault.”
‘This is not how I see it.”
‘But you are wrong” She was shouting, but the big stubborn idiot refused to see reason.
‘Actions have their consequences. I have accepted this.”