She dashed her hand over her eyes and froze when she realised that he had crouched beside her and was helping to gather up her paperwork. He finished the whisky, savouring its warmth as it slid down his throat. The Punishment A proud, loyal man, Thanos seeks shamelessly to make her trust him, then destroy her! E pior de tudo, acredita em jornais e revista de fofoca, esse é o pior tipo. But as they had tumbled onto the bed the door had burst open, and a woman had stumbled into the room. He swung round abruptly and walked back across the terrace. It was no good reminding herself that Thanos had deserved it. It was just good sex, he reminded himself when he finally withdrew and rolled onto his back, taking her with him and tangling his hand in her hair.
Not that she wanted to escape, she acknowledged ruefully, giving a little gasp when he skimmed his hands over her ribs and cupped her breasts in his hands, the delicate brush of his thumb pads across her nipples sending exquisite shafts of sensation spiralling through her. How dared Tahlia speak to him in that contemptuous tone when, according to the press reports, she dropped her knickers for any Z-list celebrity who gave her the time of day? It was suddenly imperative that she stood up and moved away from him, before he realised the effect he had on her, but her muscles had seized up. She shot him a lightning glance, and her stomach dipped when she found him watching her intently, the expression in his dark eyes unfathomable. The table lamps placed strategically around the room emitted a soft apricot glow that threw his sculpted cheekbones into sharp relief and danced across his gleaming jet-black hair. Thanos finally lifted his head and stared down at her, his eyes gleaming when she unconsciously traced her tongue over her swollen lips. Every penny went into keeping Reynolds Gems solvent.
To her shame, Tahlia was lost from the first touch; he was so big and powerful, and she knew that if she fought him she would lose. He caught her despairing sigh and ruthlessly took advantage of her parted lips to thrust his tongue between them, exploring the moist warmth of her mouth until she was boneless and clung to him, sliding her hands to his shoulders and running her fingers through the thick dark hair that curled at his nape. So she had an accident afterwards and almost dies. He assumed that she was sexually experienced. She had dreaded the prospect of attending the exhibition tonight, when her supposed love-life was headline news, but Rufus Hartman was a close friend from her university days and she could not have missed his first major exhibition. For the first time in his life he understood the guilt associated with wanting a woman when it was morally wrong to desire her.
Did the Artemis also leave copies of the Kama Sutra in the rooms, for guests to flick through? Tahlia appreciated the care and consideration he showed as he eased the solid length of his erection into her, but as he filled her, inch by tantalising inch, she discovered that she did not want him to be gentle. He was urbane, sophisticated, and no doubt a skilful lover, she thought, feeling a rush of shaming heat flood through her when he looked across the table and their glances locked. Her reaction had surprised him, he acknowledged. The tang of his cologne drifted around her, teasing her senses, and she could feel the dry heat emanating from his body. Before she had left for the gallery tonight she had learned that all her hard work had been for nothing. Shocked by the erotic imagery, she let her eyes fly open to discover that he had shrugged out of his robe and was standing naked and unashamedly aroused by the side of the bath. What would he do if she had come to offer herself to him? Celibacy did not suit him, he owned as he strode across the suite.
Dear heaven, she had never known it would be so…so awesome, so astounding. Water streamed from their bodies and dripped onto the carpet as he strode into the bedroom, but he seemed unconcerned that her wet hair soaked through the bedspread as he placed her on the bed and stretched out next to her, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss of pure possession. All she had to do was somehow gain his attention. But he wanted to enjoy her at his leisure. Was he going to make love to her right now? Thanos resisted the urge to wind the silky strands around his hand, pull her in and capture her mouth in a hungry kiss that he knew instinctively could only end when he swept her into his arms and carried her through to the bedroom.
If I had I would never have dated him, let alone agreed to spend a weekend with him. He could not remember the last time he had wanted a woman as badly as he wanted Tahlia and his hunger for her angered him. It is only once he figures out she's a virgin that he cuts her some slack. He had never trusted his brother-in-law, Thanos conceded. Tahlia watched him, her eyes roaming over his broad shoulders and the arrogant tilt of his head.
She was exquisite, he acknowledged grimly. Sheikh Mussada had left the gallery some fifteen minutes ago, he reminded himself, infuriated by the knowledge that he had prolonged his time with her because he had found her intelligent and witty conversation utterly captivating. He thinks she slept with his sister's husband as well as other married men and simply hates her. For a long time after he died I blamed myself. She deserved to lose her company, and she would still not suffer a fraction of the trauma his sister had suffered.
You could both do with a break, and Jess would love to see you both. He reached for his phone and spoke rapidly in Greek before cutting the call. The heather- coloured silk gown left her shoulders bare and clung lovingly to her waist and hips, the side-split in the skirt reaching to mid-thigh. But the voice of caution in her head, which she had ignored during the taxi ride to his hotel, was demanding to be heard. He dipped his head in silent greeting before walking back inside, and, like a puppet controlled by invisible strings, she stood up and followed him.