The Greek's Pregnant Bride

The bowl of pasta Christian had been eating out of earlier, which had been left in the sink, went flying the same way as the cup. Without pausing for breath, she swung open the door of the cupboard that contained all the crockery.

‘Alessandra, that’s enough,’ he commanded.

‘Don’t tell me what’s enough.’

He lunged for her before she could throw the plate she’d taken hold of, grabbing her wrist with one hand and relieving her of the plate with the other. ‘I said that’s enough.’

Heart pounding, blood surging with adrenaline, he kicked the cupboard door shut, flung the plate on the work surface then pressed her against it, using his strength and height to trap her.

She pushed against him furiously, bucking. ‘Bastardo! Let me go.’

‘I will let you go when you’ve calmed down.’

‘I am calm!’ she shouted.

‘Listen to me,’ he said, trapping her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. ‘I do not want to sleep with Kerstin. The only woman I want to sleep with is you.’

emotions he didn’t know where to

lied to

voice trailed off, became smaller. ‘You don’t want me. You’ve rejected

you? Can you not feel how turned on I am?’ He laughed cynically. As if she could fail to

One touch and the body turned to lava, no matter how inappropriate the situation

was doing the right

plump lips parted, closed then parted

air that filled his nostrils and penetrated

those lips, luscious invitations

Why?

certain in that moment was that if he didn’t feel those

his mouth

There was no resistance.

she melted into him, weaving her arms around his neck, her nails scraping the nape of his neck, her mouth moving beneath his as she kissed him back, kissing him with a violence that made the heat deep within him enflame and his heart beat like

his mouth, he raised her onto the work surface,