Mistress By Blackmail: International Billionaires I: The Italians Read Online Free PDF Page A

think. Tried to pull her brain back to normal. But once again, her mind filled with a cloudy haze of pure desire. The man was seduction personified. She couldn’t quite believe he was serious, yet it didn’t seem to matter to her blurring brain or her burning body. “You can’t be serious about all this.”
    His finger smoothed across her jaw and pushed her chin so her eyes met his. His shone, glowed a hot pewter. Somehow, he’d moved closer. “I am always serious. You will come to know this.”
    “You…you…”
    “I have decided on what I will call you. Carita suits you the best.” Both of his hands lifted, slipping across her cheeks and through her hair. Melting her where she stood. Sending tingles of sensation across her skin, into her soul. “Little darling.”
    The words became muffled as his mouth moved softly, slowly over hers.
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    S he smelled like sunshine .
    She tasted like a tart cherry.
    She felt like warm silk.
    All of it mixed with sweetness and spice. And nothing very nice.
    Grazie a Dio .
    He liked her spunk, liked her feisty spirit. Her fiery temperament would add zest to their bedroom adventures. He relished the thought of taming her. His body hardened as he pulled her toward him. Dio , he was really looking forward to it.
    Slipping his tongue across her mouth, he tasted her, sipped her. “Open your mouth, carita ,” he whispered on her lips. “Let me in.”
    Her lashes lifted. Her night-blue eyes met his, glazed with the passion he’d created inside her. The sight filled him with a fierce delight. This next month would be no chore at all and she would derive as much pleasure during this time as he. He would drive every memory of his brother out of her head and her body. The thought of her with Matteo burned in him. He relished the thought of claiming his prize and vowed she would never think of any other man except for him for at least this next month.
    “Open for me,” he commanded, his words harsher than he’d meant them to be. But he suddenly had a driving need for her to acknowledge his claim on her.
    Her eyes cleared and sharpened. Two small hands slapped his chest. “Let me go.”
    Startled at her sudden change, he stared at her piquant face. His hands tightened on her waist. “You were with me all the way.”
    “You grabbed me.” She pushed him, and the feel of her hands on his chest drove his blood into a frenzy.
    “You kissed me.” His temper, his well-controlled temper, roared to life once more.
    “No.” Blue lasers of rejection met his gaze. “ You kissed me .”
    “ Maledizione .” He gripped her tighter.
    “You can bellow in Italian at me all you like, Mr. La Rocca.” Her chin thrust out with her words. “But you will release me or I’ll scream.”
    The determination in her voice finally speared through his throbbing need to pin her to the floor and teach her what she honestly wanted. It also cut right through his temper—the temper he never allowed himself to lose.
    Irritated surprise flashed through him.
    He stepped away from her, lifting his hands up in a sign of compliance. “ Perdono .”
    “If that means you’re apologizing, apology not accepted.” Tugging on the edge of her ugly brown suit jacket, she pretended to ignore him.
    His temper bubbled behind the steel wall he always contained it with. This woman had a knack for cracking through his control. Which he didn’t appreciate. “Then I will retract the word. It was not needed anyway. I did nothing to you that you did not want.”
    “That’s not true—”
    “Nothing you weren’t a full participant in.”
    Her gasp of outrage fed his growing ire. He itched to grab her, shake her into compliance. Rather than making that strategic mistake, he stalked to the window and scowled down at the seething traffic. “Let us get to the bottom line,” he snarled. “I don’t have any more time to waste on you.”
    “Fine. Give me what I came for—your commitment to release Matt from this