Mistress of His Revenge (Bought by the Brazilian #1) by Chantelle Shaw Page A

Instinctively she arched her hips and a shudder of longing ran through her when he eased the panel aside and touched her eager flesh. But her common sense could not be ignored. She would never risk another unplanned pregnancy and she pulled at his hand to make him stop his intimate exploration.
    ‘We can’t. I’m not protected.’
    This time he heard and he lifted his head and stared down at her, his eyes glittering with frustration before he swore savagely and rolled away. He lay on his back on the hay bales and held his forearm across his eyes—almost, Sabrina thought, as if he was ashamed of what emotions they might reveal. But he could not disguise the ragged sound of his breathing or the heaving of his chest as he dragged air into his lungs. Outside, the rain fell harder and somehow the thunderous drumming on the roof and the feeling that they were trapped in the hay shed made the prickling atmosphere even tenser.
    ‘Cruz...’ She flinched as he leapt to his feet and could not disguise her shock when she saw his tortured expression.
    He gave a bitter laugh. ‘So now you have discovered the truth. How does it feel to know that you have the power to bring a grown man to his knees? Of course I damn well want you. ’ He threw the words at her as if the confession had been ripped from his soul. ‘I wanted you ten years ago and nothing has changed. I desire you more than I have ever desired any other woman. You are my nemesis, gatinha . ’ His lip curled in self-mockery. ‘No doubt you are gloating at my weakness?’
    ‘No,’ she said shakily. His self-contempt touched something inside her and she stretched her hand towards him. ‘Cruz, I...’
    He swore again and snatched up his shirt, thrusting his arms into the sleeves with such violent force that the material ripped. Deus , was that pity he had heard in Sabrina’s voice? Cruz felt humiliated by his inability to resist her and his anger made him want to verbally lash out at her.
    ‘However much you might wish to deny it, you want me as badly as I want you. We are both gripped by this madness, and neither of us will know any peace until we have sated our desire for each other.’
    He strode over to the door and turned to look at her, his mouth curling into a mocking smile as he noted her flushed face and rumpled hair before he dropped his gaze deliberately to her breasts. ‘Your body betrays you,’ he drawled, and laughed softly when she grabbed her shirt and held it in front of her to hide her swollen, reddened nipples.
    ‘You have two hours left before your deadline expires and you lose your only chance to safeguard your home. Think of the benefits. As my mistress you will enjoy six months of the best sex you’ve ever known. I don’t believe any other man has turned you on as much as I do,’ he taunted.
    ‘Go to hell!’ Infuriated beyond endurance, Sabrina grabbed an old horseshoe that was lying on the floor and flung it at Cruz. But he had already walked out of the door and the iron shoe clattered on the flagstones of the stable yard.
    She watched him stride across the yard until he had disappeared from view and then flopped down on the hay bales, breathing hard as if she had run a marathon. No one but Cruz Delgado had ever made her feel so furiously angry. And he had been right, damn him—so turned on!
    Her hands were shaking too much to be able to fasten her bra and she gave up and pulled on her shirt, wincing as the material scraped over her acutely sensitive nipples. The ache of unfulfilled sexual desire slowly ebbed from her body but the image of Cruz’s tormented expression lingered in her mind.
    It was not true that he had only asked her to be his mistress because her aristocratic background would be useful to his business.
    Cruz wanted her in his bed and he had actually admitted that he desired her more than any other woman. The realisation that he wanted her for herself above any other reason gave her a feeling of liberation and her