The Italian Billionaire's Disgraced Fiancée by Betsy Swann Read Free Book Online Page B

arms and all these greatest wishes his generous contribution would help fulfil.  He didn’t mind being photographed by the press, but Izzy didn’t seem to feel comfortable judging by the steep crease between her brows and the way she suddenly pressed her delightfully soft lips together.
    ‘Let’s get out of here,’ he said in a low voice. Holding her slender waist with his right hand and guiding her hand with his left, he skilfully waltzed her towards one of the opened French windows leading onto the terrace.
    Dancing to the romantic tune under a glittering canopy of stars, Enzo realised his mistake. This was too hurtful, too much like the starry night way back on the Suffolk beach when he had proposed to her, when they had promised each other everlasting love. He had been so sure that they belonged together. He gritted his teeth. All she had been sure of was dangling the gift of her virginity in front of his nose like a carrot, and he had fallen for it hook, line and sinker. And God help him, Enzo realised, he was falling again. All it had taken was the warmth of Izzy’s slender body waltzing in his arms, the delicious scent of her hair inveigling his senses and the perfect porcelain texture of her skin. How he had missed her. He closed his eyes for a short moment, allowing himself to dream about touching her, getting lost in her and her loving response. It was nothing but a dream, the same one he always dreamt, he told himself. Nothing that would ever come true, but he couldn’t help himself and he hated her for that. Hated himself for lusting after her, still longing for her after all this time, while she didn’t even deserve a mere thought.
    ‘What are you doing?’ she hissed, waking him from his reveries. ‘I have no desire to be outside with you, under the stars. We’ve danced long enough now anyway. The deal was…’
    ‘The deal was to dance with me,’ he replied with a sardonic smile. ‘Just so we understand each other. No word was said about where or how long, and for half a million pounds you bloody well stay in my arms for as long as I desire.’
    ‘Bastard!’ She shot him a glance aimed to kill. ‘If it hadn’t been for your money you wouldn’t have been allowed to touch me again. Not ever.’
    That did it. Enzo saw red, a terrible mist of heated jealousy clouding his brain. Money . That was all she was after. The thought of Carson being allowed to touch her for money and glittering diamond earrings drove him wild. Furiously he pressed his mouth on Izzy’s as if driven by the devil, his hot arousal pulsing against her belly. Any moment now she would slap him, he knew, but he was too much out of control to let this impair his actions. All he could think about was how perfect his mouth felt on her soft lips and how well their bodies fitted together. As if they’d been made for each other. His tongue tasted the delectable fullness of her lips until she finally opened them to let him ravish the moist pleasure of her mouth.
    Heaven .
    Their kiss felt like heaven, just perfect. As if they’d never been apart, as if nothing could ever come between them. As if…
    ‘I don’t think kissing the rabbit was part of the agreement,’ Nick Hetherington’s deep voice broke the moment. ‘Not that I wish to interfere with your love life, Vallorini, but I am responsible for the wellbeing of my waiting staff, and Miss Jones is still on duty.’
    Reluctantly Enzo raised his head. What the hell…
    ‘Oh my God,’ he heard Izzy whisper. She stared at him in some kind of frozen shock like an animal confronted with the headlights of a speeding car, then she pushed away from him. ‘This should never have happened.’
    Before he could stop her, she ran along the terrace and down the steps at the far end. Enzo turned round to face tonight’s host.
    ‘I guess she’ll find her way to the kitchen?’ he asked frowning.
    ‘She certainly will.’ Hetherington threw him a smile that didn’t quite reach his