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Di CESARE PREGNANT MISTRESS - Chapter 24
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Stephanie could not restrain her shocked cry. ‘But he believed you, didn’t he? I mean, however bad it looked, your father must have eventually calmed down and listened to you? You were his son.’
Alexander shook his head. ‘Unfortunately I underestimated Monica’s acting skills. She gave a performance worthy of an Oscar, insisting that I had pursued her relentlessly and badgered her for sex, culminating in my bursting into her room and trying to take her by force.’
‘She accused you of attempting to rape her?’
Stephanie could not disguise the horror in her voice, but Alexander must have misinterpreted the look of digust on her face, because he grated harshly, ‘I didn’t touch her.’
He didn’t need to defend himself. Stephanie could see the truth stamped on his face. And she knew instinctively that it was the truth. He would never attempt to force a woman against her will. Despite the way he had treated her, she was certain that he was an honourable man with a strong protective streak—arranging for his bodyguard to watch over her this afternoon was evidence of that. She also knew without him telling her that he had loved his father and been desperately hurt by his refusal to believe his word over his new wife’s.
‘So, what happened?’ She asked softly.
‘My father threw me out and said he hoped never to see me or speak to me again,’ Alexander revealed unemotionally. ‘And his wish came true. I understand that after a few years he finally came to his senses and realised how conniving Monica was—helped when he discovered that she had numerous lovers. But by then it was too late. He had lost the respect of his friends and his peers, and the trust of his board. In-fighting and series of ill-advised business decisions had brought the House of Di Cesare to its knees. I had moved to the US to live with my father’s cousin Fabio, and we were building up the household goods side of the company. I heard rumours that my father regretted the past, and his mistrust of me, but he died before we were reconciled.’
‘Oh, that’s terrible,’ Stephanie whispered.
‘No, bella, that’s the destructive power of love,’ Alexander told her harshly. ‘My father was blinded by his feelings for Monica and couldn’t see that she was a cold-hearted bitch who was only interested in his wallet. If he’d had any sense he’d have just taken her to bed until his fascination for her died. But instead love made a fool of him and he sacrificed everything—including his relationship with me.’
With a muttered Oath he pushed open the glass doors and strode out onto the balcony, gripping the railings so hard that his skin was in danger of splitting across his knuckles. After a few moments Stephanie followed him and stood hesitantly in the doorway, her eyes drawn to the tense line of his shoulders.
I vowed on the day he banished me from his life that I would never mistake lust for a deeper emotion,’ he grated. ‘Love weakens and destroys, I have no intention of allowing it to weaken me.’ He suddenly swung round and moved toward her, his hand shooting out to capture her chin between his long, strong fingers. ‘This is the only truth that exist between a man and a woman, bella mia—the mutual exchange of sexual pleasure that does not require messy emotions or ridiculous protestations of everlasting love.’
His eyes glittered like polished jet beneath his hooded lids, and his face was shadowed and unreadable as he swiftly lowered his head and claimed her lips in a hard, stinging kiss that sought to dominate.
Shocked at the unexpectedness of his actions, she had no time to think or muster her defences. Every instinct warned her not to respond to him when his mood was so dark and dangerous, but while she fought to keep her lips clamped together her body was already softening, eargerly welcoming the stroke of his hands over her hips and bottom as he hauled her against the solid strength of his thighs. His tongue pushed insistently between her lips, forcing entry, and Stephanie’s will-power deserted her. With a low moan she opened her mouth so that he could explore her moist inner warmth with a thoroughness that left her shaking so badly that she was forced to cling to him for support.
Her weakness for him was humiliating, but she couldn’t fight him. She curled her arms around his neck, tipping her head back so that he could deepen the kiss and take it to another level that was flagrantly erotic. She felt his fingers tug impatiently at the buttons of her blouse and heard his muttered curse before he simply wrenched the material apart, sending the tiny pearls pinging in all directions. He dragged her lacy bra cup aside with the same barely suppressed savagery, and for a few seconds Stephanie felt cool air on her bare flesh—until he tore his mouth from hers and bent his head lower, stroking his tongue backwards and forwards over her tight ****** and then closing his lips fully around the rosy crest.
Sensation ripped through her, so that she cried out and arched her back, lost to everything but her urgent need for him to continue sucking her while his wickedly clever fingers captured her other ****** and rolled it between his fingers and thumb. It was like gorging on a feast after the past weeks when her body had been starved of him. But it couldn’t last.
‘Much as I despise myself—I want you, Stephanie,’ he grated his voice laced with self-disgust as he tore his mouth from her flesh and stared down at her. ‘I watched you with James Grainger and I knew you were a woman like my stepmother. But unfortunately that knowledge does nothing to lessen my hunger for you.
His words hit her like icy water, she gasped and tried to draw away from him.