The Savakis Merger by Annie West Read Free Book Online Page B

As she had been yesterday. Her chest constricted painfully.

    ‘Because I’m a man who gets what he wants, glikia mou. You’ve whetted my appetite and I want more.’

    His lips curved in a hungry smile that sent fear trickling down her spine.

    ‘I want you, Callie. And I intend to have you.’

CHAPTER FOUR
    WHAT the hell had got into him? Even as the words emerged from his mouth, Damon questioned his sanity.

    She wasn’t the sort of woman he wanted in his life.

    Nothing he’d learned about her was positive.

    Except for the ecstatic, uninhibited way she responded to sex. In that department she packed enough punch to flatten even his formidable self-control.

    The unvarnished truth was once with Callie Manolis wasn’t enough.
    Despite his scruples and his anger he wanted her. Still. More. Again.

    He cursed his weakness but couldn’t pull back. His need was primal, stronger than reason.

    Her eyes widened. Her mouth sagged and he fantasised about plundering it with an urgent kiss that would lead to other, more satisfying activities.

    ‘Your threats don’t frighten me.’ Yet her voice was husky. She was frightened.

    Or turned on. Damon’s body tensed on the thought.

    ‘No threat. A promise.’

    ‘You have no hold over me.’ She lifted her head and bestowed a blazing look, like an Amazon queen, defiant and proud. ‘I run my own life. No man tells me what to do.’

    She gestured to the bungalow at the end of the path. ‘I’m sure you can find your own way, Kyrie Savakis.’ Then she turned and left him. She strolled easily as if she’d done no more than dismiss a servant.

    No one dismissed Damon Savakis.

    Yet he silently applauded her nerve. Not many people stood up to Damon.

    She fascinated him. He wanted to smash past her poise and warm her body with his till the heat consumed them both.

    He tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans rather than haul her into his arms and force her submission with a direct, passionate assault.

    That would be too easy, too crude. He wanted the satisfaction of her coming to him, begging for his attention.

    In twenty-four hours Callista had become more than a challenge. She was fast becoming an obsession. Despite her disdain. Despite who she was. Or perhaps because of it.

    Old anger stirred. His grandfather and his father had slaved for the Manolis family, wrecking their health for little pay. His grandfather had worked himself into an early grave. When Damon’s father died in an industrial accident in the Manolis shipyards his mother had received condolences, a company representative at the funeral and none of the compensation she was entitled to. Lawyers had exploited a loophole to absolve the company of responsibility. As if it wasn’t a matter of conscience and honour. As if his father’s death had been another entry in a ledger.

    Damon had directed his anger into his quest for success, ensuring his family was never again as vulnerable as when he was fifteen, the eldest of five fatherless children.

    Was it any wonder he enjoyed watching Aristides Manolis scamper to please him? Or revelled in the idea of Callista Manolis, so dismissive, bending to his will?

    Her damnable coolness set the seal on her fate.

    Damon would make her confess her desire. He’d take her again, just long enough to have his fill. Then he’d dump her, leaving her craving more. Craving what she couldn’t have.

    Callie walked up the hill, resisting the instinct to run. The knowledge that he watched her gave her courage not to flee. That and the fact that her knees trembled so hard it was a supreme effort to move at all.

    She felt his hot, possessive gaze like a touch. That proprietorial sweep of her body with eyes so black she fell into oblivion whenever they held hers. Despite her fury her traitorous body was alive with fizzing awareness.

    She’d given herself blithely, not realising the danger.

    Now she couldn’t escape until she sorted out her inheritance. Without