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Di CESARE PREGNANT MISTRESS - Chapter 7
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‘Why the frown, bella?’ he queried. ‘Don’t you think Luciana and Liam’s marriage will last?’
‘Oh, I’m sure it will. I certainly hope so, anyway. I’m sure they really love each other.’ Stephanie murmured. ‘And that’s the most important thing, isn’t it?’
The sudden huskiness in her voice aroused Alexander’s curiosity, ‘Is it? I’m afraid I’m not an expert on love and marriage— having experience neither,’ he drawled. ‘But experience has taught me that many women regard getting married as a convenient route to financial security—either within the marriage or after, with a hefty divorce settlement.
Stephanie put down her spinach tartlet, sure that she would choke if she bit into it. ‘How horrible cynical you are. I can’t believe any woman would marry for financial security. I’m quite sure Luciana didn’t marry Liam for his money—and married because I was in love with my husband, not because of the size of his bank balance.’ She stared at him, wondering what he would think If she revealed that her ex-husband was a wealthy banker. Would he refuse to believe she hadn’t married Fabian for his money?
Alexander glanced at her speculatively, ‘Ah, yes’ Jennifer mentioned you’d been married. But I understand you are now divorced?’
‘Yes,’ Stephanie said flatly, Lowering her gaze and ignoring his querying look. The reasons why her marriage has ended were still painful, and she had no intention of discussing them with a stranger.
Alexander shrugged laconically, ‘And yet you are still optimistic that Luciana and Liam’s marriage will be successful, I have thought that after your own failed attempt at marriage you would see the pitfalls in such an outdated institution. Do you really believe it is possible to remain faithful to one person for a lifetime?’
It was clear that he regarded the idea of love and lifelong fidelity as ridiculous, Stephanie met his gaze steadily and nodded her head. ‘Yes, I do. Despite what happened to me, I think marriage is a wonderful institution. I hope that one day I’II meet a man who I can share my life with. And I won’t care if he’s rich or poor,’ she added fiercely, remember his outrageous statement that most women married for financial gain.
‘An admirable sentiment, bella,’ Alexander said sulking.
Stephanie sounded convincing, but he was still deeply suspicious of her relationship with James Grainger. Jennifer had said that Stephanie had received a generous divorce settlement from her ex-husband, so it was little wonder she was such an enthusiastic supporter of marriage. Monica maughn had deliberately targeted his father and used all her feminine wiles to tempt him up the aisle. Had Stephanie decided that marrying and divorcing rich men was a viable career option? He could think of no other reason why she had engineered a friendship with a vulnerable man almost forty years older than her.
Without another word he gripped her hand, tugging her after him out onto the wide terrace that ran the length of the ballroom. He drew her into a shadowed recess where a profusion of roses and clematis grew against the wall to form a bower. The night air was cool on Stephanie’s heated skin and her head spun. That last glass of champagne had been a bad idea she thought numbly when Alexander turned her to face him. Yet she wasn’t drunk on alcohol, but on the heady feeling that was a desirable woman. After two years of feeling a failure the scorching sexual hunger in Alexander’s gaze restored a little of the pride that Fabian had stripped away.
She stared at him, unaware that the half-hopeful, half-uncertain expression in her eyes and the slight tremor of her lower lip made her impossible for him to resist. He muttered something in Italian as he reached for her and hauled her against the hard wall of his chest. Stephanie made no effort to resist him. She seemed to be rooted to the spot, her heart thumping painfully beneath her ribs as he slowly lowered his head.
His lips were warm and firm, demanding a response she was powerless to deny as he slid one hand to her nape, gently tugging her head back so that she was angled to his satisfaction while his mouth continued a sensual assault that left her trembling. He stroked his tongue persuasively against the tremulous line of her lips, insisting she allow him access, until with a little gasp she capitulated and opened her mouth,so that he could ****** deep into her moist inner warmth.
Heat surged through her veins and her breasts felt heavy and ultra-sensitive as the swollen peaks of her ****** jutted to attention, straining against the silky material of her dress. She lost all notion of time and place; she was only aware of the warmth of his skin as she lifted her fingers to trace his jaw, the musky scent of his cologne that swamped her senses. She wanted the kiss to last forever— wanted him to continue his wicked exploration with his tongue—and needed with an almost desperate urgency to feel his hands on her body. When she leaned into him he curved his fingers possessively around one ****** and she moaned softly, but seconds later he drew back and stared down into her desired-darkened eyes, breathing raggedly.
‘Dio bella, you are a sorceress,’ he rasped. He sounded stunned, almost angry, and he gripped her shoulders as if he wanted to ****** her from him.
‘Alexander?’ Stephanie whispered his name fearfully, wondering why he suddenly looked so furious—wondering if she had done something wrong.
She wasn’t very good at this, she acknowledged bleakly Fabian’s repeated infidelity throughout their marriage was proof that she did not know how to please a man. Mortified, she tried to jerk away from him, but Alexander tightened his hold and slammed her hard up against him, so that she could feel the erratic thud of his heart beneath her palm.