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Angelo bent his arrogant dark head to murmur thickly, ‘How do you do this to me?’ Taunting heat pulsed at the heart of her. She felt so wicked she closed her eyes tight, fighting his electrifyingly sexual magnetism. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about—’ ‘Di niente.Let me show you.’ Snapping both hands over her wrists, Angelo backed into the room behind him and drew her with him.
The instant she registered his intention, Gwenna went rigid. She knew that hot, intent look on his lean, darkly handsome face. It filled her with an excitement she loathed. All too often Angelo had proved to her how weak she was by choosing unconventional times and places to slake his passion and always she surrendered, too caught up in excitement to resist. But, for a split second, she had an image of how she would look emerging from the room with tousled hair and smudged make-up and she recoiled in shame from that prospect.
‘No…not now. Your guests will notice we’re missing.’ ‘So what?’ Angelo curved lean, determined hands to her hips to jerk her into more intimate contact with his hard thighs.
‘They’ll guess what we’ve been doing—’ Angelo vented a low-pitched laugh of amusement. ‘Why should they?’ But Gwenna had often seen herself in the mirror after their encounters, the feverish pink of her cheeks and the languorous daze in her eyes that told an all-too-intimate story. ‘Theywill .’ ‘But why should we care about such things,bellezza mia ?’ Undaunted, Angelo reached up to undo the halter ties at the nape of her slender neck.
‘No!’ Angry distress gripping her, Gwenna thrust his hands away from the ties.
‘You don’t care and why should you? All the men will think you’re a real ace, but I’ll just look like a slapper!’ Angelo dealt her an incredulous appraisal. ‘What has come over you? Where is all this nonsense coming from?’ ‘It’s not nonsense. We really don’t need to advertise what this relationship is about,’ Gwenna slung back at him bitterly. ‘And I won’t be humiliated in front of smarmy creeps like Johannes Saudan!’ ‘What did Saudan say to you?’ Angelo demanded angrily. ‘How have I humiliated you?’ ‘Relax, Saudan didn’t say anything, but I could see what he was thinking and he’s not the only one—’ Angelo spread his hands in a slashing movement. ‘Will you calm down and talk sense?’ ‘You put me on parade for them all like a prize poodle. The diamonds round my neck are the equivalent of a collar—’ ‘Isn’t it amazing how many women look with envy on that collar?’ ‘It’s like being branded by your ownership and I don’t care how much moneys it’s worth!’ Gwenna practically spat at him. ‘You just don’t get it, do you? You think that being your playmate is some kind of honour—’ ‘Santo Cielo!Move away from that door,’ Angelo instructed with chilling ferocity. ‘I need to talk to Saudan about what he said to you.’ ‘I told you that he didn’tsay anything—he didn’t need to! He believes I can be bought and, when he looked at me, I could see that he was wondering how soon you’d put me back on the market again. Because to him I’m just a commodity and he was thinking that he could have me too—’ Angelo lifted her bodily out of his path. ‘I’ll bloody kill him!’ ‘What for?’ she demanded wildly.
‘Dannazione!He upset you,’ Angelo grated.
Afraid of a scene, she stepped in front of the door to prevent his exit. ‘Why should you care about that?’ Without the slightest warning her voice had developed a wobble and tears were drenching her eyes.
Angelo loathed female tears like poison and never, ever let himself be swayed by tantrums. But when he saw those sparkling drops on Gwenna’s lashes he felt as hugely relieved, as if she had provided him with a list of instructions on how he should respond. She was upset, crying. He could not possibly take offence at anything she had said. The raging frustration inside him immediately subsided.
Suddenly everything seemed simple and his own function wonderfully clear-cut. He rested his hands on her shoulders and in a clever series of stealthy moves slowly and gently eased her shivering slender length into his arms.
A sob convulsed Gwenna’s throat and she gulped it back hurriedly. ‘I don’t cry…I don’t—’ ‘I don’t hear you crying,’ Angelo breathed, wondering if he was a pervert for just wanting to kick out all his guests and drag her up to bed and keep her there for at least twenty-four hours.
