The Konstantos Marriage Demand. Kate Walker

moving in for the kill.

      ‘Lust will do that,’ he declared, making sure that his words were totally clear. ‘You always spoke to my most basic masculine nature—my libido—you still do. I find it hard to keep my hands off you.’

      ‘Is that supposed to be a compliment? Because if it is you need to work on your technique.’

      But Sadie’s sarcasm, her attempt to hit back, simply bounced off Nikos’s impenetrable hide without, apparently, even leaving a mark.

      ‘Lust I can handle,’ he went on, as if she had never spoken. ‘It’s something I can decide to indulge or not as I choose.’

      ‘And you—decided to indulge it just now when you pawed me—’

      ‘Not pawed, Sadie,’ Nikos corrected, shaking his head almost as if in sorrow at her interpretation of his actions. ‘I do not paw women. And if I had then you would not have responded as you did.’

      ‘I—’ Sadie tried to protest, but the sudden rush of confidence to speak seemed to have deserted her.

      ‘If you want the truth,’ Nikos continued, ‘I wanted to know if you tasted the same. And you do.’

      ‘Taste?’

      It was the last thing she had expected.

      ‘You still taste exactly the same.’

      Nikos’s mouth twisted on the words.

      ‘I may not have recognised it before, but I see what it is now—the taste of lies and deceit—the taste of betrayal.’

      Sadie flinched inwardly as he flung the words in her face. She wished she could deny them, throw her refutation right back into his dark, contemptuous face. But how could she when deep down she knew that they were nothing but the truth? She’d been forced to betray him, but he had planned his own betrayal with cold-blooded cruelty and with no one twisting his arm up behind his back—emotionally, at least. It had all been precisely what he had wanted all along.

      ‘It wasn’t exactly as you think. But I don’t suppose you want to hear about that, do you?’

      ‘You’re damn right I don’t. In fact, I do not want to hear another single word from you.’

      ‘But the house…’ Despair forced her to say it, pushing the words from her mouth when she just wanted to keep quiet and get out of there with some shreds of dignity intact. But she had her mother and her little brother to think of, and she couldn’t let them down.

      ‘Gamoto!’ Nikos flung up his hands in a gesture of total exasperation. ‘How many times do I have to tell you that I will not sell you Thorn Trees? Nor will I rent it to you—not at any price. Not if you were the last person on earth.’

      ‘But there must be some arrangement we can come to! Surely there’s something I can do—anything…’

      The words shrivelled and died when she saw the fiendish light in his eyes and knew that she had made a terrible mistake.

      ‘And exactly what sort of services did you have in mind? What exactly are you offering…?’

      ‘Not that! Never!’ Sadie flung at him, seeing the way his dark and cruel mind was going. ‘If you really think that I’d sell myself…I’d rather die!’

      ‘That was not the impression you were giving a few minutes ago,’ Nikos returned, his voice sounding soft and silky but with an effect as brutal as a sharp stiletto sliding in between her ribs to stab at her heart. ‘Then it was Oh, Nikos—yes, Nikos…’

      ‘And you fell for it, didn’t you?’

      The words had flashed from her mouth before she had time to consider if they were wise or even safe. She only knew that she couldn’t take any more of this black mockery. Of the appalling insults he was tossing in her direction with almost every word that came out of his mouth.

      ‘You really thought that all you had to do was to touch me—kiss me—and I would be putty in your hands.’

      ‘You were. That is exactly how you behaved.’

      ‘I made it seem as if I was but you’re pretty easy to fool. All I had to do was to let you cop a feel…’

      The way that his black brows snapped together in a furious frown made her heart lurch in panic, cutting her words off short. Deciding hastily that it was probably safer not to think about the real reason why he looked so furious, instead she opted for a less contentious option and flashed him a mocking smile.

      ‘Ask someone to translate,’ she suggested wickedly.

      ‘No translation necessary, believe me,’ Nikos flung back, cold as ice. ‘None at all. But if you think that that was what was happening then you are the one in need of an interpretation. And a reality check.’

      ‘Oh, yes?’

      ‘Oh, yes. If you think that all it takes is a flash of those stunning green eyes or a wiggle of your sexy little behind, then you really don’t know me at all.’

      ‘It felt—’ Sadie began, but Nikos cut in on her, bringing one long-fingered hand down in a slashing gesture to emphasise his interruption.

      ‘I was fool enough to go that way once before and I have no intention of ever putting my head into the noose all over again.’

      ‘And you’ve made us pay for it ever since!’

      Sadie was beginning to feel as if she was on some dangerous emotional rollercoaster. And it was all her own fault. After all she’d started this, with the pretence that she’d only been playing him along.

      Playing him along—hah! That would be the day. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but the truth was that she had been putty in his hands. One kiss, one caress, and she had lost all grip on her sanity and been spun into a world of hot sensation and even hotter need. At least she had had the sense to realise that those casually tossed compliments—stunning green eyes and sexy little behind, indeed!—were not meant at all. They were just the practised flattery of a consummate womaniser. He probably rolled them out to whichever woman he happened to be with, changing the colour of their eyes where appropriate of course.

      ‘You’ve had five years of taking your revenge. Haven’t you done enough, had enough?’

      ‘If you want the truth, then the answer is no,’

      It was a flat, hard statement, his tone as harshly unyielding as his face, and when she looked into the deep pools of his eyes she saw no spark of warmth, no hint of humanity. Instead they were as cold and unresponsive as ice, his opaque, blanked-off stare shocking and frightening.