Free Enemies at the Altar by Melanie Milburne

the headrest to glare at him. ‘Even you don’t have enough money to buy me, Rich Boy,’ she said. ‘And, just for the record, I am
not
going to obey you.’
    He gave her a supercilious smile. ‘You just promised to do so in front of a legally appointed celebrant.’
    ‘I don’t care,’ she said, throwing her head back and closing her eyes again. ‘I am
not
going to bend to your will.’
    ‘So what was that kiss all about?’ he asked.
    Sienna jerked upright in her seat to glower at him. ‘That was your doing, not mine,’ she said. ‘I was all geared up for the hands-off clinical deal we’d agreed on and then you sideswipe me with a wedding kiss. That was low. That was
really
low.’
    His look was smouldering, and it centred on her mouth just long enough to set her lips tingling all over again. ‘It was a good kiss,’ he said. ‘I can see why you have the reputation you have. I was starting to think how it would feel to have those lips of yours on my—’
    ‘Will you stop it, for God’s sake?’ Sienna hissed at him. ‘My lips are going nowhere near your … your whatever. We’re meant to be keeping this strictly to the terms.’
    He was still looking at her mouth with that hooded dark gaze. ‘We could always adjust the goalposts a little to suit our needs,’ he said. ‘After all, six months is a long time to be celibate.’
    ‘It’s not a long time for me.’
    The words seemed to hang suspended in the air for a moment.
    ‘How long is a long time for you?’ Andreas asked.
    Sienna felt the weight of his gaze but resolutely kept her head facing forward. ‘How long is a piece of string?’ she asked.
    She heard him give a snort of derision. ‘You have no idea, do you?’ he said. ‘Do you even know the names of some of the men you’ve slept with?’
    ‘Not all of them,’ Sienna answered with ironic truthfulness. ‘Some men don’t require a personal introduction before they sleep with you.’
    Andreas let out a breath of disgust. ‘You are such a shameless gold-digging whore,’ he said. ‘Don’t you have any self-respect?’
    ‘Plenty,’ Sienna said, lifting her chin. ‘I could’ve settled for the deal your father set up, but I know you’ll pay more to have what you want. And you want it. You want it so badly you’ll do anything to stop me from taking it from you.’
    His hands went to white-knuckled fists on the armrests each side of him. ‘You’d better believe it,’ he said. ‘Don’t say you weren’t warned.’

CHAPTER FIVE
    A S SOON as the car pulled up in front of his villa, Andreas wanted to head to the furthest reaches of the property to put as much distance as he could between him and Sienna. He wanted to regroup before she made him lose control completely. But for the sake of Franco and Elena’s presence he was forced to play the role of devoted husband, which included carrying his new bride over the threshold of the villa. He could already feel his blood simmering at the thought of holding her against his body.
    Sienna gave a little gasp as he scooped her up in his arms. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked.
    ‘It’s considered bad luck not to carry one’s bride over the threshold,’ he said and strode to the door being held open by his housekeeper, who was smiling broadly.
    Andreas felt his skin grow hot and tight where Sienna’s arms had looped around his neck. Her right breast was pressed against his thumping heart and the fragrance of her alluring perfume teased his nostrils. She was lighter than he had expected and she fitted against him like a glove. He tried not to look at her mouth. Tried not to remember how it had felt to taste her moist hot sweetness. The taste of her lingered onhis tongue; it was a potent potion as addictive as a drug. One taste was not going to be enough. It was never going to be enough. But then he had always known that. He had fought it for so long. This raw need to have her as his had been a part of his life for so long he had no