The Greek Millionaire's Marriage by Sara Wood Read Free Book Online

powerful urge to erase her lovers from her mind and body.
    She would definitely pay the price he demanded. He’d see to that. Dimitri touched her quivering mouth, a knife-wound of excitement shafting through him when she gave a little gasp. Oh, yes. To have that glorious body in his bed, to remind her how good their sex had been, that would ease his ache. He would keep her until she didn’t know which way up she was. And then when she was utterly dependent on him he’d dump her so fast her feet wouldn’t touch the floor.
    But hell. He wanted her. Now! For the time being, a quick retreat might be wise.
    â€˜Wait there. I’ll see what I can come up with,’ he whispered. And couldn’t resist touching her lips with his, intending the kiss to be brief and casual.
    Yet in seconds they were wrapped around one another. The ferocity of their passion startled even him. A warning voice in his head told him that he must get away before he showed his desperation.
    â€˜Mm. Very nice. But I have a call to make.’ Everything throbbed. His blood raced around his body, turning his head to mush. He pushed a hand through his hair and steadied himself, mentally, physically and emotionally. ‘I will see what I can do to speed things up.’
    Somehow he found his way to the cabin door, though he felt as intoxicated as a drunk. But then he was addicted to her and the more he had the more he wanted. This time, however, it would be on his terms and he would be emotionally detached. The safest way, where his harlot wife was concerned.
    Not for nothing did he come from ‘under the ditch’, the ditch being the pet name for the Corinth Canal that cut off the Peloponnese peninsula from the Greek mainland and turned it into a technical island. People from his area were considered to have a particularly devious mental agility. They could assess a situation and turn it to their advantage, which was why so many Greek politicians came from his homeland.
    He headed for the salon, his brain fizzing as if it had been plugged into a socket, his body vibrantly alive. An idea had come to him of such startling simplicity that it left him breathless. He’d deal with Olivia and the Eleni problem at the same time.
    A sense of elation made him want to shout and he caught himself grinning stupidly. He’d have one hell of a roller-coaster ride with Olivia. By the time he’d finished with her, she’d be begging him to let her stay as his wife and she would know for herself the humiliation and pain of being rejected. And he’d make sure she realised that he’d treated her like the callous little tramp she really was.

CHAPTER THREE
    F OR a moment or two after Dimitri had disappeared into the cabin, Olivia remained at the rail, clinging on to it for dear life because her legs were in no fit state to do the job for which they’d been designed.
    No wonder she hadn’t been interested in those other men who’d been keen to take her out. Over the past couple of years she’d accepted a few invitations to dinner, hoping that she could forget Dimitri in some other man’s arms. All too soon she had discovered that the experimental dates had only reinforced the hold Dimitri still had on her.
    Being with him again was like leaping into a maelstrom of emotion and feeling, where her senses became heightened and every cell in her body hummed and vibrated as if they’d been connected to a power source.
    She paced the deck, horrified by her arousal and deeply ashamed that her sexual hunger could override her contempt for Dimitri. He really imagined that she’d leap into bed with him, given the chance—and perhaps she might, she thought with a groan.
    Hearing him flinging open the cabin doors again, she spun around, her heart pounding at the sight of him, his passionate eyes dark and unwavering as he strolled towards her trembling body.
    â€˜I can offer you a quickie if you like.’ He