The Innocent's Surrender (7 page)

Sensation, sudden and unwanted, lanced through her. She pushed at his shoulders. ?Don?t??

He raised his head and looked at her, his gaze quizzical. ?It is not easy to please you,
agapi mou
.?

?Then don?t try,? she flung at him, stormily. ?Just?let me go.?

?Having taken all this trouble to acquire you?? he mocked. ?I don?t think so. Not yet.?

?But for how long?? she asked in a stifled voice. ?You have to tell me.?

He was silent for a moment. ?Perhaps?until you no longer wish to leave, Natasha
mou.
But for now?.?

His hand slid down her body with slow, insolent mastery, caressing the flat plane of her stomach, and the delicate inner hollow of her hip, before moving down to the silky triangle at the junction of her thighs.

Natasha set her teeth, her skin burning with embarrassment as he parted her legs, and she felt the glide of his fingers exploring her moist inner heat, setting off another chain of unwanted response that almost verged on excitement.

She was bitterly, angrily aware that her breathing had quickened even more, in spite of herself, and that there was an unfamiliar ache somewhere deep within her.

But she wouldn?t let herself think about that, or its inevitable implications. She would focus instead on disgust. On hating her body?s scalding, slippery reaction to this new intimacy almost as much as she loathed the man who was creating it with such casual expertise.

Then, as if he recognised her mental struggles: ?Why don?t you stop fighting me,
agapi mou
?? Alex Mandrakis whispered. ?Because the battle is already lost.?

?Not for me,? she managed hoarsely. ?I?ll never forgive you for this. Not as long as I live.?
Or as long as you do?

He shrugged. ?Then I have nothing to lose,? he said, half to himself, as he lifted himself over her. ?But everything to gain,? he added in husky triumph. And entered her with one smooth, unerring thrust.

CHAPTER FOUR

UP TO that moment Natasha had only really thought about the outrage to her feelings, and the nightmare effect on her life of this unbearable, shameful indignity that was being inflicted on her. It had not occurred to her that her first experience of sex might cause her actual physical pain.

Her taut muscles shocked into resistance, she wanted to cry out to him that he was hurting her, and beg him to stop. To give her unaccustomed body at least a little time to adjust to the stark reality of his penetration of her.

Yet she did nothing, said nothing, determined not to grant him the satisfaction of knowing that anything he did could affect her in any way?pleasure or pain.

For a moment she felt him pause, heard him say her name harshly, almost questioningly, then, when she still did not offer any kind of response, push forward in the final surge of conquest, sheathing himself in her completely.

Natasha stayed totally, rigidly motionless, only her hands moving as they clenched into tight fists at her sides.

It will be over soon, she thought as tiny sparks danced behind her tightly closed eyelids, and repeated the words like a mantra?over soon?over soon?

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, deliberately emptying her mind, and shutting off all thought and emotion, as Alex Mandrakis began to move, driving into her slowly and rhythmically, furthering his possession with an exquisite sensual precision that in itself seemed a kind of insult.

Even though her eyes were shut, she knew instinctively that he was watching her, waiting presumably for some kind of reaction. But he would learn nothing, she thought, from a face that she was taking care to keep as blank and expressionless as a mask.

But it wasn?t easy. To her dismay, and in spite of the slight discomfort that still lingered, she soon discovered she was not totally immune to the alien, bewildering sensations being provoked by the compelling motion of his body inside hers.

She?d expected to fight him, she thought, alarmed, but she had not bargained for having to fight herself too. But she could not let this happen, she resolved, her throat tightening in mingled shame and panic. She could not allow herself such weakness when she needed to be strong.

Yet how could she have known, she asked herself in bewilderment, how, in spite of everything, he might make her feel? How her body might act against the strength of her will?her anger?tempting her to surrender.

Then, as she found she was actually beginning to struggle to maintain her self-control, she heard his breathing change, and was aware of his pace quickening, until suddenly he cried out, his voice harsh, almost agonised, and she felt the pulsating heat of him deep within her, before he slumped forward, his sweat-dampened face against her breasts.

Natasha waited for a few moments, but he did not stir, so slowly and carefully she began to ease herself away from him.

Immediately, his arms tightened around her. ?So the statue comes to life at last,? he said huskily. ?Now, when it is over.?

Over, she thought with thankfulness. Over?exactly as she?d wanted it to be, and she?d given him nothing. So it was ludicrous to feel so?bereft. Mortifying, too, to know that, for the briefest instant, she?d actually been tempted to cradle his head between her hands, and stroke his hair.

She said in a small, wooden voice, ?You?re heavy.?

?Forgive me.? His voice was softly ironic. ?Treat it as just one more inconvenience among so many others, Natasha
mou
.?

He lifted himself off her and lay back against his pillows, staring in front of him as he steadied his breathing.

After a while, she spoke again. ?Please, may I use your bathroom? I?d like to have a shower.?

?Later,? he said. ?After we have talked a little.?

?I don?t think there?s anything left to say.? As she tried to turn away his hand snaked out and captured her chin, making her face him.

?Then you would be wrong,? he told her. ?As a beginning, tell me about your English lover.?

?He?s warm, kind and decent,? Natasha said shortly. ?Your exact opposite, in fact, Kyrios Mandrakis. What else do you want to know??

?When you are in bed with him, do you come??

She gasped, and colour flooded her face. ?Yes,? she said jerkily, pushing his hand away from her. ?Yes, of course.?

?And before him,? the quiet voice went on. ?How many other men were there??

?Dozens,? she said defiantly.

Alex Mandrakis sighed. ?If I teach you one thing in our time together, Natasha,? he remarked tersely, ?it will be to tell me the truth. Until I took you a little while ago, you were a virgin, so do not bother to deny it. Or did you think I would not know??

?I?I wasn?t sure,? she muttered, aware that her flush had deepened.

?Yet you did not think to tell me,? he said. ?Why not??

?Because you?d already made up your mind what I was,? she said. ?Thanks to that revolting letter. So you wouldn?t have believed me, whatever I?d said.? She paused. ?Besides, even if you had known, would it have made any difference to?to what you were planning for me??

?No,? he said. ?Except that I would have made sure that your body was rather more receptive to such an initiation.? His mouth twisted wryly. ?I hurt you, Natasha
mou,
but by the time I realised the truth, it was too late, and I regret that.?

He paused. ?My only excuse is that I wanted you very badly.?

?Well, please don?t let it weigh on what passes for your conscience,? she said tautly. ?In the broad scheme of things, it?s hardly the worst injury you?ll make me suffer, I?m sure.?

He said slowly, ?It does not have to be like that.?

Her eyes flew to his. She said hoarsely, ?Do you mean you?re willing to let me go after all??

?No,? he said, ?I am not, so do not even hope.?

?But why?? She swallowed. ?You?ve got what you wanted, so you don?t need to keep me around any longer. There?s no point.?

?There is the pleasure of your company,? he corrected silkily.

?You can say that when you know I hate you?? Natasha shook her head. ?When you must realise that I wouldn?t voluntarily choose to spend five minutes with you??

?Perhaps, Natasha
mou,
you will discover that I improve on acquaintance.? His voice was solemn, but, to her fury, amusement was dancing in the dark eyes. ?And to prove that I too can be kind on occasion, we will take that shower you mentioned.?

We??
Alarm bells sounded in her head as Alex tossed away the covers and swung himself off the bed.

She clutched at the sheet. ?I?I can wait?? she said, trying, even at this juncture, not to look at him.

?Why?when there is no need?? He was laughing openly now. ?Believe me, my lovely one, you have nothing to fear. You will never be safer from my attentions than you are now.? He held out a hand. ?Come with me.?

He waited, and when she still hesitated he sighed briefly and impatiently, twitched the sheet from her grasp and scooped her up from the bed, carrying her in his arms across the room to a door standing ajar, and shouldering it open.

Natasha received a fleeting impression of creamy tiles marbled in blue and gold, and mirrors everywhere, as Alex walked with her to a shower cabinet almost as large as the entire bathroom at her flat. He set her on her feet directly under the shower head and joined her, switching on the water to full power.

As the force of it hit her, she gasped, and Alex?s arm went round her, steadying her. After a moment, he adjusted the flow, and reached for the shower gel. He tipped some into his hand, turning her so that her back was towards him, and began to apply the scented lather to her skin, beginning with her shoulders and working downwards in small circular movements, his fingertips firm and very sure.

She wanted to tell him to stop?that she could manage for herself?but her voice didn?t seem to be working properly, and it was important for him, somehow, not to know that.

As his fingers moved down over the curves of her buttocks to her slender thighs she could feel her resistance draining away, to be replaced by a disturbing inner trembling. Every nerve-ending seemed to be tingling as her body came reluctantly, unexpectedly alive under the leisurely path of his hands.

He soaped every inch of each slim leg, then turned her to face him and began his ministrations all over again, moving up from her ankle to her knee then slowly edging higher.

His hands lingered on her thighs, brushing gently across the soft mound at their apex, making the breath catch in her throat as she waited, on a knife-edge, torn between panic and excitement, for him to touch her again there?
there
.

Only he did not. Instead, his fingers moved unhurriedly upwards, across her abdomen to her breasts, where he paused, anointing each swollen peak with as much tantalising care as if he?d been stroking the petals of a flower.

And she stood before him, hollow, helpless, with her legs shaking under her, every touch, every caress burning into her mind. Suggesting possibilities?dangers she refused even to contemplate.

Alex stepped back, studying her, his face absorbed and intent, as if judging his own handiwork, then took a further handful of gel and applied it briskly and thoroughly to his own body, before turning the water back to its full flow and rinsing the lather from them both.

Turning the shower off, he lifted her out, wrapping her in a fluffy bath sheet, then took a towel and began to dry her wet hair, combing the damp strands with his fingers.

This task also completed to his apparent satisfaction, he took the edges of her bath sheet in both hands, drew her forward and kissed her slowly and gently on the mouth, his lips barely moving on hers, demanding no real response.

When at last he lifted his head, he said quietly, ?Next time we make love, it will be better for you, I promise. But for now, I think we should return to bed, and get some rest.?

She stared at him, mind and body in total confusion. She thought, I don?t dare be in bed with him again?not feeling like this. Not wanting?

She brought that line of thought to an abrupt and very necessary halt. Found her voice at last, and let scorn mask any unsteadiness in her tone.

?Nothing you do will ever make things better between us,
kyrie
. I just want to be rid of you. And I have no intention of sleeping with you, either.?

His brows lifted. ?Most people who share a bed sleep at some point,
pedhi mou
.?

?I am not your little one,? she denied curtly.

?Then do not behave like a child.?

She set her lips mutinously. ?And I prefer to sleep alone.?

He shrugged. ?In future, you will heed my preferences. Did I not make that clear also?? He paused. ?Now, will you go with me willingly, or must I carry you a second time?? His smile did not reach his eyes. ?I have no objection, you understand, except it might prompt me to test my powers of recovery sooner than you may wish.?

She was in no doubt as to his meaning. She bent her head defeatedly. ?I?I?ll walk.?

?You are learning,? Alex approved softly.

She hesitated. ?But if?if there was just something I could wear. I?m just not used to being without my clothes?in front of people.?