She shuddered with rage, fought the emotion and won only by dint of trapping her tongue painfully between her teeth. How dared he? How dared he send her up like this? For, of course, that was what he was doing. He was settling old scores. He wanted to humiliate her. In the situation she was in, it was inhumanly cruel. But that was Vito. The dark side of Vito. The ruthless, unrelentingly vengeful side of Vito which she had clashed with unforgettably on the day he’d married another woman.
He flung his dark head back and laughed soft and deep in his throat. He was utterly pagan in his unashamed enjoyment of her mortification. ‘Allora, cara. Once you said to me, “If you feel like it, go for it”. I am, as you so succinctly advised, going for it.’
‘But you can’t be serious…you can’t be,’ she stammered.
Glittering dark eyes rested on her with a fierce, wholly physical intensity. ‘It would have to be marriage…’
‘Why the hell would you want to marry me now?’ she blistered back at him, abruptly relocating the power of proper speech.
A satiric smile slanted his expressive mouth. ‘But you know the answer to that question, cara,’ he said smoothly. ‘You told me why four years ago. I want a servant to pick up after me, a devoted slave to massage my ego and a bimbo to show off in designer clothes. And, last but not least, sex…unlimited sex, whenever I want it. Only marriage could supply me with all these essentials.’
Involuntarily her jaw dropped, oxygen escaping her lungs in a shattered sound of disbelief. She had long since forgotten those bitter words. Vito, she registered with a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach, had not.
‘In addition,’ he continued, luxuriant lashes dropping reflectively low as he looked her over again with incredibly offensive thoroughness, ‘beneath that ridiculous miniature terrorist outfit you sport lurks a perfect body and a very beautiful woman. I still want to possess that woman. And why should I not when the means are within my grasp?’
‘You’re crazy!’ she cried. ‘Absolutely stark, staring mad!’
‘Am I?’ Vito surveyed her with a brand of cold, grim satisfaction that made her skin crawl. ‘Are you telling me that I could get you any other way? I want you, Ashley. That is the only card you have to play. Whether or not you choose to play it is entirely up to you.’
‘I’d sooner be dead than married to you!’ Stinging conviction lanced from every biting syllable.
‘Is that your final answer?’
In three enraged steps, Ashley reached the door and swung helplessly round to vent yet another last word. ‘You vengeful bastard!’ she hissed in disgust. ‘I hope you burn in hell for what you’ve said to me today!’
‘And I would warn you that “where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury”.’ Contemptuous amusement glittered in his unyielding gaze as he absorbed her bewilderment. ‘Haven’t you ever read The Taming of the Shrew, Ashley?’
In her desperate haste to depart, she cannoned into the stalwart solidarity of his secretary, who was hovering anxiously outside. ‘How can you work for a chauvinistic, woman-hating swine like that?’ she demanded shrilly on her way past.
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