Free The Greek Millionaire's Marriage by Sara Wood

ripples of an orgasm, enhanced by his skilful, wickedly arousing fingers. On the summit of it, she hovered and began to subside, only to be driven there again and again.
    Dimly she was aware of the thick carpet beneath herback. Then of them rolling, locked in a passionate embrace, unable to release one another till the silken pressure within her had swelled again and they had reached a shuddering climax together.
    Slowly the madness faded and she felt calmness descend on her. Limp and glowing with delirious delight, she lay silent and still in Dimitri’s arms, dreaming of their renewed love. She had never been so certain of anything in her life. He had been so frantic for her, muttering what had sounded like sweet Greek words of adoration.
    With a long exhalation of breath he rolled away. Hearing him stand up, she smiled, stretched luxuriously with the satisfied conviction of someone who felt deeply adored. Lazily she opened her reluctant eyes.
    She blinked. Instead of smiling down at her, he was heading for the door. There was something about his beautifully muscled back that told her he was controlling huge emotions. Ice froze her veins.
    â€˜Dimitri?’ she whispered. A sudden panic took hold of her.
    He jerked to a halt as if she had caught him with the tip of a whip. ‘I didn’t expect you to act the loving wife with such enthusiasm,’ he muttered, his voice shaking and hoarse.
    She felt as if he’d punched her in the stomach. But she fought her horror. He must never know how she felt.
    â€˜I’ve always enjoyed a healthy attitude to sex,’ she flung recklessly.
    â€˜Perhaps that’s why it’s so enjoyable with you. No strings. Every man’s dream. Have a shower. You know where to go.’ And he slammed the door behind him with an unnerving finality.

CHAPTER FOUR
    S HE felt desperately cold, even though the rays of the sun were streaming in through the huge picture windows and shimmering on her nakedness. Shaking uncontrollably, she snatched up her clothes, flushing with embarrassment to find them so thoroughly scattered about the room.
    As she moved, she felt unsteady on her feet. At first she thought this was the after-effect of Dimitri’s lovemaking. And then she discovered that the boat was moving and there was no sight of land.
    Her head cleared as if it had been doused in water. Seething, she realised that the music must have drowned the sound of the purring engines and she’d been too overwhelmed by the glorious sensation of being loved to notice the gentle movement of the boat over the glass-like sea.
    Loved! As if.
    At the time, every instinct she possessed had assured her that he cared. But she had been wrong. It was just his technique. He’d taken what he’d wanted and then mocked her for her abandon.
    A sharp pain of pure reality sliced into her chest. There would be no future for them. She had been fantasising. And she had misunderstood his eagerness. Of course he’d been seductive. Where women were concerned, he was driven by his loins. There had been no tenderness. Just sex. And she’d been conned. Bitterlyshe wondered how she could ever feel good about herself again.
    Refusing even to think about what had happened, she held her clothes strategically around her body to hide her nakedness, and headed off to the nearest shower. She stayed there a long time, letting the relentless power of the water sluice her heated skin.
    Her mind was in such a turmoil that she didn’t know what to think. And so she blanked everything out, concentrating only on soaping herself with a punishing vigour.
    â€˜Olivia!’
    She glared at Dimitri’s abrupt call, thinking sourly that she wasn’t ready for visitors. Hoping to drown out his knocking on the door, she turned the shower up to its most ferocious level.
    â€˜Leave me some privacy!’ she yelled.
    Her eyes were full of angry tears. She didn’t want him to see her like this,