Modern Romance March 2020 Books 1-4

He began to stroke her, tracing erotic pathways over her naked skin—only he did it so slowly that it made her want to dissolve with pleasure. Lina swallowed. She was melting! She could feel the heat increasing and the inexorable building of fluttering excitement inside her. She writhed her hips impatiently but still he wasn’t making contact with the place where she most wanted to be touched.

‘Salvatore,’ she whispered, wanting something more without really knowing what it was.

‘Mmm?’ he murmured, his mouth grazing against her neck so that she could feel the warm fan of his breath, which echoed the rise and fall of his powerful chest. Slipping his hand between her thighs, he parted them before hovering one finger tantalisingly over the sensitive bud of her quivering heat. ‘Is this what you want?’

‘Yes.’ She closed her eyes tightly.

‘And this?’ he teased as he flicked her a touch.

‘Yes!’

His laugh was soft as he began to strum her and Lina almost shot off the bed as he established a soft rhythm. Breathless anticipation captured her in a silken snare as he lured her on towards some unimaginable peak. And suddenly she was falling. Or flying. He shattered her completely, as if he were slowly taking her apart before putting her back together again.

‘Yes,’ he breathed approvingly and she was aware that he was watching her spasming body with unashamed pleasure. ‘I knew you would be passionate from the first time I saw you.’

She thought she must have murmured his name for he gave that satisfied laugh again before reaching out to the nearby table to grab at something—which Lina quickly realised must be a condom. She kissed his bare shoulder as he moved to lie on top of her and his mouth sought hers in a way which suddenly seemed way more intimate than before.

He said: I want you so much, Lina.

He said: You feel incredible.

And Lina was so dazzled by those words of praise that she touched her fingers to his face in wonder, because even if he didn’t really mean them, couldn’t she just enjoy being made to feel gorgeous by a man who had fallen into her world like a dazzling star?

And then the fairy tale began to take on a new and unwanted direction. Was it the obvious resistance he encountered as he pushed inside her which made him grow very still? Which made his face darken with something which no longer looked like passion, but a dawning recognition? He uttered another Sicilian curse, one which might have made her blush if she’d heard it anywhere else. But Lina was too concerned about what was happening to worry about profanities. Something much more serious—mainly the very real threat that this might end before it had properly begun.

‘You’re a virgin?’ he verified.

Dumbly, she nodded.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

But Lina wasn’t really interested in answering his question—her body was too busy instinctively clenching around the rigid length of him as, softly, he cursed again. But this time his words seemed to lack conviction and suddenly he was moving. Moving inside her. Thrusting up deep into her body and taking on a hard rhythm which felt relentless and incredible. That amazing feeling began to build inside her again and Lina could feel control slipping away as she poised in readiness to take another heavenly flight. Or fall. But it was too late—or too early. Or something. Because Salvatore was choking out a helpless-sounding cry as he bucked within her, sweat sheening his muscular back, so that her own desire shrivelled and died. And when he’d finished there was nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing, which seemed to echo discordantly around the vast room.

CHAPTER FOUR

AT FIRST LINA thought she was alone, mostly because it was quiet. Unbelievably quiet—save for the tweeting of some distant bird. She opened her eyes, aware of nothing other than the tangle of fine sheets and an unfamiliar aching deep in her body. She stretched luxuriously, caught in the dreamy world halfway between sleeping and waking, as fragments of memory came filtering back into her mind. And then she saw Salvatore, silhouetted against the morning sun, which was streaming in through the un-shuttered window beside which he stood. Dark and forbidding and sexy as hell.

And fully dressed.

Now the memory became a sensual stream as she remembered the way it had felt to have him deep inside her. Making her cry out with ecstasy time after time, so that he’d had to kiss her quiet until her body had recovered from that sweet, slow shudder which made everything else seem so insignificant.

Had he heard her stir? Was that why he turned to look at her? She felt her heart turn over as she remembered that time in the middle of the night, when they’d been dissolved by passion and she had felt so close to him. When she had snuggled up against his chest and he’d been stroking his fingers through her hair, and she had confided in him all her dreams that one day she might be able to break away from her mother and make something of herself.

‘You’re awake,’ he observed.

‘I am,’ she said, trying to keep her voice steady. As though what had happened hadn’t been a big deal. And it wasn’t, she told herself fiercely. She’d lost her virginity, that was all. She’d spent her adult life wondering whether she’d ever meet anyone who could stir her to the kind of passion she’d only ever read about and now she had. That could be regarded as a positive—just so long as she didn’t start having unrealistic expectations about what was going to happen next.

It was a one-night stand, she reminded herself. It was never intended to be anything else. And she would be crazy if she ever thought any differently about it.

She smiled. ‘You look like you have places to go, things to do—so please don’t let me stop you if you need to be somewhere else.’

Salvatore met her eyes, uncharacteristically unsure of how to respond to her words as a rush of conflicting feelings washed through him. He wanted to tell her, yes, he had to be somewhere else. Somewhere as far away from here—and her—as possible. But that would be tantamount to running away. It would be the action of a coward and he was no coward, even though his head was all over the place this morning. Because Lina had been a virgin—something he had suspected even though he’d done a brilliant job of pushing that possibility to the back of his mind. Yet despite her inexperience, she had provoked a seemingly insatiable hunger in him. At times during the night it had felt as if she had cast a spell on him, without his permission. He liked control in the bedroom—as in every other area of his life—and this unsophisticated village girl had temporarily robbed him of that control.

And he didn’t like it.

He didn’t like it one bit.

‘Are you okay?’ he questioned.

‘I’m fine.’

He shook his head. ‘I don’t understand,’ he breathed, genuinely perplexed. ‘Why give me your virginity, Lina? A man you barely know.’

She sat up in bed then and the sheet slipped to her waist, so that it bared her breasts. Dark curls were tumbling in profusion over rosy-tipped nipples and Salvatore felt the betraying stir of his body.

‘I didn’t give my virginity to you,’ she corrected. ‘Just like you didn’t take it from me. It’s natural. It’s the way of the world and it happens all the time.’

‘But clearly not to you. And I fear you may have squandered it with a man like me, who was seeking nothing more than a swift liaison. A pleasant diversion at the end of a tough couple of days.’ He sighed, wondering why, after that first time, he hadn’t done what he should have done and sent her back to her little village. Driven her back in the fading light after she’d freshened up and eradicated the evocative scent of his sex from her skin. Yet she had looked at him with those wide bourbon eyes and he had felt all his resolve slipping away.

‘I don’t want to go. I want you to teach me,’ she had whispered.

‘Teach you what?’ he remembered whispering back, even though the silken caress of her fingers around the hard jerk of his erection had told him exactly what form her proposed lessons should take.

‘About pleasure,’ she’d purred.

And he had. God forgive him, but he’d done exactly that. Maybe it had been the heady combination of innocence and appetite which had completely blown his mind. Or the fact that she’d been so eager to learn the things which pleased him. Whatever the reason, he had been suckered in—losing himself in her amazing body, over and over again—until the rose and saffron light of dawn had begun to glimmer on the horizon.

He looked across the room at her as she sat framed against the white pillows, like some fallen Madonna. Her blue-black curls were wild and a rosy flush emphasised the angled slant of her cheekbones and suddenly he wanted her all over again. ‘Won’t anyone notice that you’ve gone?’ he questioned as, abruptly, he moved a little further away from the temptation of the bed. ‘Won’t they care that you didn’t bother going home last night?’

She shook her head. ‘I’m safe. I sent a text to my friend Rosa in the neighbouring village, asking her to cover for me if my mother rang up.’

‘Well, you’d better go and shower. Maybe do something with your hair,’ he offered critically. ‘And then I’ll arrange to have your scooter loaded up onto one of the trucks. I can drop you off on the outskirts of your village so you don’t have to drive the whole way back.’

‘No, really. There’s no need. I’m perfectly capable of making my own way home.’

His eyes narrowed, as if he was unused to having his wishes overturned, and Lina managed a thin smile as she pushed aside the rumpled sheets and got out of bed. But her bravado only lasted as long as it took her to get to the bathroom, where she leaned against the door, her heart thumping as she thought: What have I done? She stood beneath a terrifyingly efficient shower while powerful jets of water briefly lessened the aching of her body, but nothing could eradicate the painful clench of her heart as she realised that last night hadn’t been as straightforward as she had imagined. It was supposed to be about sex and only sex. So why had it felt like something more? Why, when Salvatore had kissed her and stroked and caressed her, had she felt more cherished than she’d ever done before? And it was dangerous to feel that way. She knew that. He’d spelt out word by brutal word that he wasn’t looking for anything more.

Raking her fingers through her curls and scrambling into last night’s clothes, she returned to the bedroom to find that a tray of coffee had magically appeared. Was his housekeeper back on the premises? she wondered awkwardly as she recalled the unmistakable look of disapproval she’d seen clouding the woman’s watchful eyes when she’d arrived.

‘Sit down. Have some of this before you go,’ Salvatore said as he handed her a delicate cup of the inky brew.

She didn’t want to sit down, but she took the coffee and it was delicious. Lina drank down the strong and reviving liquid before picking up her rucksack, and as she straightened up she knew she had to put on the performance of a lifetime.

‘Right.’ Her smile was bright. ‘I think that’s everything. It’s time I was on my way.’

His eyes narrowed. ‘Lina—’

‘No.’ She would never know where she got the nerve to cut off what sounded like words of regret, but Lina realised it was imperative she didn’t slink away, acting as if she’d committed some sort of shameful crime. Because she hadn’t done anything wrong. She’d had sex—amazing sex—with a man who had turned out to be a skilled and considerate lover. Surely that was something to rejoice about? He hadn’t promised her the stars and she hadn’t asked for them. ‘You don’t have to say anything, because it isn’t necessary,’ she continued. ‘I enjoyed it. More than I ever imagined I would. I’ve never done anything like this before and I doubt I ever will again. So I’ll just say goodbye and let you get on with your day.’

She wouldn’t have been human if she hadn’t enjoyed the very real sense of discomfiture which briefly darkened his features—as if her words were confusing him. As if he was the one who always called the shots and resented anyone else for daring to take on that role. But what could he say? He certainly couldn’t object to her dignified departure, could he? She was liberating him from all responsibility and, as a result, Lina felt an unfamiliar sense of liberation herself.

‘I’ll see you out.’

‘Honestly, there’s no need. I can find my own way out.’

Some of his steeliness returned as he gritted out his next words. ‘I said, I’ll see you out.’

It felt weird to retrace her steps of the previous night and even weirder to see her little scooter sitting outside the grand villa, with the helmet hung neatly over the handle, looking so sparkly that she guessed the chauffeur must have polished it. But she guessed that was what happened when you were as rich as Salvatore...you just turned your back for a moment or two, and some underling was busy making your world look all perfect and shiny.

‘Lina.’

She looked up into his rugged features and saw the sudden darkening of his eyes and for a moment she thought he was about to kiss her goodbye—as if he were offering her some kind of small consolation prize. And something told her that if she allowed him to do that, then all her newfound bravado might just crumble and disappear. Because wasn’t her dignity vital at a time like this? Quickly, she took a step back and saw his brow knit together in a frown.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Your housekeeper is standing behind the shutters watching and she can see everything.’

‘I don’t care what she can see.’

She thought about the things he’d said. About her having squandered her virginity. Why would she want to kiss a man who had delivered such a damning assessment of their night together? Lina crammed her crash helmet down over her curls. ‘Well, maybe I do.’

With a feeling close to disbelief, Salvatore watched her walk towards her bike. He’d expected her to hang around until they’d exchanged phone numbers, at least. But instead Lina Vitale was buckling up her helmet as if she couldn’t wait to put as much distance between them as possible and, as a consequence, that made him reluctant to see her go, because he was a man who always liked to do the leaving.

He watched as she swung one shapely leg over her little moped and although the denim shorts could in no way be described as revealing, he knew all too well the soft and velvety flesh which lay beneath. Flesh which had been soft and full, like an overripe damson before it dropped to the ground, weighted down by all that sweet, dark juice. He told himself he should be grateful that she had accepted the limitations of their night together with such grace.

But as she twisted the hand-grip of her little scooter and the engine spluttered into life, he could feel the renewed heat of his blood. And a frustrated beat of longing washed over him as she drove away down the drive, the streaming banner of her hair shining blue-black in the bright Sicilian morning.

‘You little slut!’

Lina bit her lip. ‘Mama, please—’

‘What else should I call you when you’ve just spent the night with Salvatore di Luca?’ A truculent jaw was thrust forward. ‘Are you going to deny that, Nicolina?’

‘I—’

‘And you lied to me about being with Rosa, didn’t you? Or are you going to deny that, too?’

Lina stood completely still as she stared at her furious mother, her heart racing as she tried to piece together her thoughts. She’d known something was wrong from the moment she’d entered the neat little house, her body still warm and tingling with pleasure. She’d been feeling almost proud of herself for having walked away from Salvatore’s luxury villa so coolly and calmly. For having accepted the status quo. Of course, she wouldn’t have been human if there hadn’t been a tiny ache in her heart as she’d driven away, because who wouldn’t have wanted more? But all those hopeless longings had been forgotten the instant she’d walked in and seen her mother’s angry face.

‘How did you find out?’ she questioned, her cheeks flushing.

‘How do you think I found out? I rang Rosa. The friend you were supposedly spending the night with!’

‘You rang her?’ Lina repeated dully.

‘Oh, she tried to lie.’ Her mother was in her element now. ‘To make up some sort of flimsy excuse about why you couldn’t come to the phone. But I didn’t believe a word of it, and then Sofia Bertarelli confirmed that you’d been with him—that you’d turned up there yesterday afternoon, as bold as brass!’

‘Sofia Bertarelli?’ Lina was puzzled now.

‘A customer of mine, who happens to be a cousin of the billionaire’s housekeeper!’ Her mother spat the words out. ‘Who couldn’t wait to tell me!’ She clenched her hands, her bony knuckles growing white. ‘I can’t believe you would behave like that, Lina—like a common little slut! That you would spend the night with a man you barely know and ruin, not just your own reputation, but mine too—as if it hasn’t suffered enough already! But it has confirmed one thing. Oh, yes.’ A grim look of finality locked her mother’s bitter features. ‘You won’t be leaving this village again until you have had a few lessons in morality.’

Afterwards Lina would wonder what gave her the sudden urge to stand up for herself in a way she’d never been able to do before. Had her first experience of sex liberated her in more ways than she’d thought? Was that why she was able to stare at her mother, not with fear or dread or regret, but with a growing awareness that this was all wrong? That it had been wrong for a long time and she could no longer tolerate it. ‘You were checking up on me,’ she said dully.

‘Of course I was checking up on you—and with good reason, it seems!’

‘You have no right to check up on me,’ said Lina very quietly. ‘I’m twenty-eight years old and I should be free to behave as I wish, just so long as it doesn’t hurt anyone. And I haven’t.’ She lifted her chin very high. ‘I haven’t hurt anyone.’

But it was as though she hadn’t spoken, for her mother raged on. ‘You will not leave this village again until I say so! You will work hard and accept your position in life. It’s time you were grateful enough to marry a decent man who truly wants you—that’s if it’s not already too late! But never again must you involve yourself with someone who just takes advantage of your stupidity and lack of judgement by bedding you and then discarding you!’

It was possibly the most brutal thing her mother had ever said, but in a way it spurred Lina on to do something she should have done years ago. But that didn’t make it easy. It was never easy to break a pattern which had become so entrenched that you couldn’t image a different way of living. ‘You can’t keep me here by force,’ she said quietly.

‘Just you try to stop me!’

‘No, Mama. I don’t think you realise what I’m saying.’ Somehow Lina managed to speak quite calmly, even though her stomach was churning. ‘I want a change. I need a change and I should have done it a long time ago. I’ve had it with slaving my fingers to the bone and getting no thanks for it. Just like I’ve had it with you bossing me around as if I’m a child of five, rather than a fully grown woman.’ She sucked in a deep breath. ‘I’m leaving, Mama. And I’m leaving right now.’

‘Oh, really?’ Her mother’s voice ascended into a shrill shriek as she followed Lina upstairs. ‘How am I expected to run the business without you to make clothes for me?’

Lina pulled out an old suitcase and started packing the clothes she’d made to take to her cousin’s wedding in Florida, but which had never been used. ‘You’re perfectly capable of sewing them yourself. Or why not take on an apprentice? There are young girls in the village who will be glad of the opportunity.’

And just see if you can get away with treating someone else the way you’ve treated me. But she didn’t say that.

‘And where do you think you’re going to go?’ demanded her mother. ‘Who on this island do you think will want you?’

Lina snapped the suitcase closed, found her pristine passport and her small stack of savings, then she removed her denim shorts and blouse and wriggled into a clean dress, wishing her mother would give her a little privacy. ‘I’m going away. To San Francisco.’

‘To be with him?’ Her mother gave a discordant laugh. ‘You think he’ll want you now he’s got what he wanted?’

Lina shook her head. No. She wasn’t that stupid. She didn’t think there was going to be some kind of fairy-tale ending for her and Salvatore di Luca. In the intervening hours since she’d left his bed, he was unlikely to have decided she was the woman of his dreams and he couldn’t live without her. But although her billionaire lover had painstakingly explained that he didn’t want a relationship with her, he didn’t strike her as a dishonourable man and surely he would help her. He owned a plane and was presumably in a position to help her find a job in America. For someone with his wealth and influence, that wouldn’t be too big a deal, would it?

After all, it wasn’t as if she wanted anything else from him.

Was it?

CHAPTER FIVE

LINA SHIVERED AS the icy look in Salvatore’s eyes told her more than words ever could.

She’d known straight away that this was the last thing he wanted—last night’s lover turning up on his doorstep and asking him for help. Literally, as he was about to leave. But it was too late to back out now and, besides, what else could she do?

She had been tense with nerves as she had returned to the sprawling villa, terrified he might already have left Sicily and flown back to his home in America. She had arrived in time to see his chauffeur loading smart leather suitcases into the boot of the luxury car, her relief that he was still here soon replaced by the fear that he might not want to see her again. A fear which had been confirmed when Salvatore had appeared at the door of the house and watched her get off her motorbike with suspicion darkening his bright blue eyes. Her heart had sunk as she had looked at his coldly beautiful face because there was no welcoming smile on his lips, nor any kind of greeting to acknowledge the passion they’d shared during the night. Only a cool and steady regard, tinged with a faint but unmistakable impatience. Lina felt like someone who had stepped out of line. As if this wasn’t what was supposed to happen and she should have been clever enough to have realised that for herself.

‘Lina,’ he said carefully, his dark brows raised in arrogant query. ‘Did you forget something?’

And Lina knew that if she babbled out an explanation about how a tiny earring belonging to her grandmother, or something equally sentimental, must have slipped down the side of the bed, then a smile of relief would break out on his sensual lips and someone would be instantly dispatched to find it for her. But there was no earring. Nothing had been forgotten or misplaced. She was here to throw herself on his mercy and she tried to think of a diplomatic way to lessen the impact of her request, but there was nothing to fall back on but the unvarnished truth.

‘I need... I need your help,’ she said.

His blue eyes became hooded. ‘I’m not sure I understand.’

Lina tried not to wince at that dismissive response because the subtext to his words was: This has nothing to do with me, so please don’t bother me with your problems.

She swallowed, twisting a tiny silver ring around her middle finger. ‘I need to leave Sicily,’ she whispered.

‘Your holiday plans are not really my concern.’

‘I’m not talking about a holiday.’

‘What, then?’ he questioned impatiently.