Mistress of His Revenge (Bought by the Brazilian #1) by Chantelle Shaw Read Free Book Online Page A

him, and for a few seconds she closed her eyes and allowed his strength and vitality to seep into her.
    ‘It looks as though only the newer part of the house was affected by the fire, and luckily the older and more historically important section is undamaged,’ he commented.
    Of course the house and, more importantly, the map that he believed was hidden somewhere inside were Cruz’s only concern—not her, Sabrina told herself as she stepped away from him and ruthlessly crushed her pang of hurt.
    She frowned when she saw a ginger figure flash past and bolt into the fire-damaged part of the house. ‘ George! Come back.’
    ‘Who is George?’ Cruz found he was talking to himself as Sabrina tore across the lawn before disappearing into the fire-blackened house.
    ‘George, where are you, sweetheart?’ Sabrina called, vainly trying to peer through the blackness. The part of the house where the fire had done most damage was known as the annexe. It had been built in the early nineteen hundreds, and, as Cruz had commented, was of less historic importance than the main house. The flames had been extinguished but the rooms were still full of thick smoke that made Sabrina’s eyes sting. ‘George.’
    ‘Is George the guy who was looking forward to being woken by you in the morning?’ Cruz’s deep voice cut through the darkness and Sabrina jumped when he appeared at her side.
    ‘What...?’ Comprehension dawned as she remembered that when Cruz had paid his first visit to Eversleigh Hall earlier in the evening, the party had been in full swing. ‘No,’ she said distractedly, ‘that was Hugo. George is—’
    ‘Another of your juvenile lovers?’ Cruz suggested. ‘How many do you have? You should not play with boys, gatinha. You need a man to satisfy you.’
    ‘How would you know what I need?’ She bristled at his outrageous arrogance.
    ‘I know that the boyfriend I saw you with at the party is not strong enough for you. On the surface you are the cool and composed lady of the manor, but beneath your serene smile there is, not ice, but heat and simmering sensuality. You need a man who can tame your fiery temperament and who would be prepared to put you across his knee if necessary.’
    Sabrina’s choking fit had nothing to do with the smoky atmosphere. ‘You are the most chauvinistic dinosaur I’ve ever had the misfortune to meet,’ she spluttered. ‘We haven’t seen each other for ten years and you have no idea what I want.’
    ‘You want me,’ he said with infuriating self-assurance. ‘Did you think I didn’t feel the quickening of your heartbeat when I kissed you earlier, or that I did not notice the flush of sexual desire that stained your creamy skin so prettily?’ His voice deepened and his husky accent caused the hairs on the back of Sabrina’s neck to stand on end. ‘It’s still there, Sabrina, and we both recognised it in the library. I could have had you on the desk and you would have been with me all the way. I bet you have never met another man who excites you as much as I do.’
    Sabrina was thankful that the darkness hid the wave of heat she felt spreading across her cheeks. ‘This is an utterly ridiculous conversation and an even more ridiculous place to be having it.’ She swung away from Cruz and yelped as she stubbed her toe on a door frame. ‘Damn it, I can’t see a thing.’ She blinked as a light suddenly flared and she saw that it came from Cruz’s mobile phone. ‘There’s George,’ she cried as she glimpsed the glitter of green eyes.
    ‘George is a cat ?’ Cruz swore. ‘I can’t believe you risked your safety for a cat.’
    ‘He was probably terrified by the fire and he’s looking for somewhere to hide. Quick—grab him before he runs off.’ Sabrina heard a yowl, followed by a torrent of Portuguese that she guessed from Cruz’s tone it was lucky she did not understand. ‘Have you got him?’
    ‘It would be more to the point to say that he has got me,’ Cruz