Notorious: Ruthlessly Bedded by the Italian Billionaire / Bound by the Marcolini Diamonds. Emma Darcy
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going to handle this deception, dealing with his current girlfriend after he’d just been conducting a sexual assault on his cousin. Was he incredibly adept at switching himself on and off?
She was curious, too, about the type of woman who usually attracted him. No doubt someone as fabulous as him in the looks department, she thought cynically, determined not to feel in any way jealous. This was not her world and she wasn’t about to forget that reality.
‘Excuse me, Dante,’ Anya pleaded in a honeyed voice. ‘Some of my toiletries were left in the bathroom. I’ve come to collect them.’
She didn’t give him the chance to deny her entry, sliding into the room as she spoke, obviously keen to get a look at the cousin for whom she had been evicted from this suite. Anya Michaelson was a honey all over. Men probably flocked to her like bees. She had a glorious mass of silky blonde hair. Her figure was sensational, voluptuous curves barely encased in a bright yellow mini-dress. Perfect long legs gleamed as though they’d just been rubbed with scented oil. And the face she turned to Jenny was strikingly beautiful: flawless skin, stunning blue eyes, a full-lipped mouth with a very sexy pout.
‘Sorry to break in on you like this,’ she directed at Jenny, the blue eyes gobbling up every detail of her appearance, sharply assessing the attraction of the woman Dante was supposedly protecting. ‘I’ll only be a minute.’
She was already crossing the room, heading for a door which had to lead to an ensuite bathroom.
‘Say hello to Isabella, Anya.’
The whip-like command from Dante stopped her in her tracks. ‘Oh!’ she exclaimed apologetically. ‘I didn’t mean to be rude.’ A row of perfect white teeth was flashed at Jenny. ‘Hello, Isabella. Don’t you love Capri?’
‘Not particularly,’ Jenny answered, bridling at the condescending tone.
‘Well, you’ve just arrived. I’m sure it will grow on you. Excuse me while I remove my things, won’t you? I expect we’ll be meeting properly over lunch.’ She threw an appeasing smile at Dante. ‘Pardon me, caro. A careless oversight by one of the servants, not being thorough in checking what might have been missed.’
‘Make sure you collect everything, Anya. I don’t want you returning,’ he said balefully.
She kissed her fingertips and tossed it at him, sashayed into the bathroom, leaving the door open behind her, not so much for an easy exit, Jenny thought, but to eavesdrop on any conversation in the bedroom.
No satisfaction for Anya on that score.
Jenny didn’t even look at Dante, let alone speak to him. She rose from the bed and, finding her legs much steadier now, strolled over to the glass doors on the other side of the room to him. Outside was another colonnaded walkway, shading the area between this wing of the villa and the stone wall running along the cliff edge, beyond it the sea. She pretended to take in the view, her mind ferociously engaged on far more internal territory.
The sexuality Dante had aroused in her was still tingling through her body, making it feel vibrantly alive. Part of her wanted to pursue this experience with him, but what self-respect was there in that? The blonde bombshell in the bathroom represented his world—the beautiful people with money to burn. No doubt he’d poured out his famous charm to acquire her.
No charm for Jenny Kent. He was knowingly using his mega-strong physical attraction to get what he wanted from her. He’d probably been doing that with women all his life, given the male assets he’d been born with. Did she really want to fall victim to a cynical sexual play?
No.
It would be totally stupid of her.
Getting more deeply involved with Dante Rossini would only muddy what was already dangerous waters. She had to keep a clear head, not get distracted from what she had to do to earn her freedom.
‘Got them,’ Anya trilled, as though it had been a triumphant feat of discovery.
It struck a false note in the loaded silence.
Jenny turned to acknowledge her presence but didn’t get a glance from the other woman. Anya’s gaze was concentrated on Dante, who had remained by the opened bedroom door, pointedly waiting for her to depart.
‘Then there’s nothing to stop you from speeding on your way,’ he drawled, dark eyes glittering impatience.
She flounced over to him, pausing to tilt up her beautiful face, pout her sexy mouth and say, ‘I did apologise for the intrusion.’
‘Curiosity killed the cat, Anya.’ It was a cold indictment of her behaviour.
‘I just wanted …’
‘You’ve got what you came for. Go!’
His stony face did not invite argument. She left. He closed the door. Jenny steeled herself to rebuff any continuance of the scene Anya had interrupted. Dante turned to face her, his dark gaze skating over her stiff stance, his mouth curling into a twist of irony at the defensive wall so firmly back in place.
‘Why don’t you follow her?’ Jenny flung at him. ‘I don’t need you to help me settle in here, and since you’re obviously feeling some frustration, I’m sure your girlfriend would welcome the chance to ease it for you.’
‘Ah, but I wouldn’t welcome her efforts.’
Her heart skipped at the change of tone from icy distaste to seductive sensuality. It raced into a gallop as he started strolling towards her, his eyes mocking her attempt to reject what had happened between them.
‘I don’t welcome yours,’ she stated vehemently. ‘Your Casanova mentality doesn’t appeal to me one bit.’
Her jeering contempt did not hold him back. He shrugged it off and kept on coming. ‘Casanova romps are not my style. I’d decided to end my relationship with Anya before I flew to Australia for you.’
‘She can’t know that or she wouldn’t be here.’
‘Anya only listens to what she wants. Apparently my suggestion that she move on to another man made her think she’d better work harder to keep me, and she seized the opportunity Lucia held out to her.’
‘Then let her work hard.’ Anything to keep herself safe from what he could do to her!
He shook his head. ‘I don’t want her anymore.’
His eyes told her very graphically that she was now the object of desire. Jenny was hopelessly torn between her own secret desire for him to want her and the certain knowledge he intended to use sex to keep her in line with him. He wanted abject surrender from her, not a relationship that carried caring with it. He had no reason to care for her, never would.
‘Don’t look at me like that!’ she cried. ‘I’ve just seen the type of woman who attracts you and I’m not it. If you think you can fool me, think again!’
Dante did pause to think again. The fierce antagonism flowing from her would only deepen if he physically forced the issue. Persuasion was now the tactic to use to get her back to where he wanted her. And he did want her. The desire still surging through him was stronger than any he’d felt in a long time. Anya’s sexual expertise was a tame thing compared to the powerhouse of passion he’d found in this woman.
He had to move Anya out of this villa, off Capri, get rid of that bone of contention before attempting another seduction, which would have to be carefully planned, given the level of resistance Anya’s intrusion had forged.
‘And get this straight,’ the little spitfire hurled at him. ‘I’ll be Isabella for your grandfather whenever he wants my company, but I don’t like Lucia and Anya and I’m not going to mix with them when he’s not there.’
‘Anya will be gone before lunch.’
‘Fine! Then you can lunch with your real cousin by yourself. Tell her I have a headache. Tell her I’m still suffering jetlag.