The Greek Billionaire's Innocent Princess by Chantelle Shaw Page A
Authors: Chantelle Shaw
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that awaited her, was overwhelming. But then
she saw the anxiety in her brother’s eyes, and the lesson that had been ingrained in her
throughout her life— that adherence to duty was paramount—came to her rescue. She gripped
her bouquet of roses and forced a smile for Sebastian, trying to disguise the fact that she felt as
cold as if she had been carved from ice. ‘I’m fine,’ she assured him.
The journey down the aisle seemed to take for ever and when she finally reached Nikos’s side
she lifted her eyes warily to him and met his expressionless gaze. He made his responses in a
cool, clear tone devoid of any emotion, but the constriction in Kitty’s throat meant that her voice
emerged as little more than a whisper, and she felt a deep sense of sadness that they had both lied
when they had vowed to love and honour each other until death parted them. Tears stung her
eyes when he slid a plain gold band onto her finger, and she could not stifle a shocked gasp when
he followed her wedding ring with a spectacular diamond cluster that sparkled like teardrops in
the sunlight that streamed down on them through the high windows.
When the priest murmured that Nikos could kiss his bride, Kitty turned her head, expecting a
perfunctory brush of his lips, but as she lifted her face to him she was startled by the sudden
blaze of heat in his eyes. Her heart thudded erratically in her chest when he drew her into his
arms and she felt his strong, hard body pressed against hers. To her amazement he was no longer
cold and remote, and she made no attempt to deny him when he lowered his head and claimed
her mouth with undisguised hunger.
She had been starved of him for so long that she was unable to control her response to him. She
kissed him back with equal fervour, welcoming the masterful sweep of his tongue between her
lips and feeling a quiver of sexual excitement run through her at his low growl of frustration
when the priest’s polite cough reminded them that their display of passion was being watched by
two hundred guests.
Their marriage was one of convenience, and a far cry from the love match she had dreamed of,
Kitty acknowledged when they walked together back down the aisle and stepped out of the
chapel into the bright sunshine. But for better or worse she was Nikos Angelaki’s, wife and it
was time she banished her romantic fantasies and accepted that she had married a man who
would never love her but, for now at least it seemed, desired her.
‘You look beautiful in your wedding dress,’ he startled her by saying later at the reception, when
the wedding lunch, speeches and champagne toasts were finally finished, and she had told him
that she was going to get changed before they left for Athens. ‘Don’t take too long, agape . It will be another hour at least before we make it onto the helicopter and early evening by the time we
land in Athens, and I am impatient to be alone with my bride.’
The sultry gleam in Nikos’s eyes filled Kitty with nervous apprehension, and she hurried up to
her room to change into her going-away outfit, desperate to spend a few minutes away from his
disturbing presence. The jade silk skirt and close-fitting jacket had been Liss’s choice that made
the most of her curvy figure, and suited her colouring. As she studied her reflection she
wondered if Nikos would approve when he discovered that she was wearing nothing beneath her
suit other than a black lace bra and matching French knickers. From the sound of it he wanted
their marriage to be a proper one, and she could not deny that the sexual chemistry between them
was as strong as it had been on the night of the royal ball. But despite her desperate awareness of
him, she felt nervous at the prospect of sharing his bed when she barely knew him. For her, the
intimacy of making love was a big issue, but she had a feeling that Nikos regarded sex as the
single benefit of their enforced
she saw the anxiety in her brother’s eyes, and the lesson that had been ingrained in her
throughout her life— that adherence to duty was paramount—came to her rescue. She gripped
her bouquet of roses and forced a smile for Sebastian, trying to disguise the fact that she felt as
cold as if she had been carved from ice. ‘I’m fine,’ she assured him.
The journey down the aisle seemed to take for ever and when she finally reached Nikos’s side
she lifted her eyes warily to him and met his expressionless gaze. He made his responses in a
cool, clear tone devoid of any emotion, but the constriction in Kitty’s throat meant that her voice
emerged as little more than a whisper, and she felt a deep sense of sadness that they had both lied
when they had vowed to love and honour each other until death parted them. Tears stung her
eyes when he slid a plain gold band onto her finger, and she could not stifle a shocked gasp when
he followed her wedding ring with a spectacular diamond cluster that sparkled like teardrops in
the sunlight that streamed down on them through the high windows.
When the priest murmured that Nikos could kiss his bride, Kitty turned her head, expecting a
perfunctory brush of his lips, but as she lifted her face to him she was startled by the sudden
blaze of heat in his eyes. Her heart thudded erratically in her chest when he drew her into his
arms and she felt his strong, hard body pressed against hers. To her amazement he was no longer
cold and remote, and she made no attempt to deny him when he lowered his head and claimed
her mouth with undisguised hunger.
She had been starved of him for so long that she was unable to control her response to him. She
kissed him back with equal fervour, welcoming the masterful sweep of his tongue between her
lips and feeling a quiver of sexual excitement run through her at his low growl of frustration
when the priest’s polite cough reminded them that their display of passion was being watched by
two hundred guests.
Their marriage was one of convenience, and a far cry from the love match she had dreamed of,
Kitty acknowledged when they walked together back down the aisle and stepped out of the
chapel into the bright sunshine. But for better or worse she was Nikos Angelaki’s, wife and it
was time she banished her romantic fantasies and accepted that she had married a man who
would never love her but, for now at least it seemed, desired her.
‘You look beautiful in your wedding dress,’ he startled her by saying later at the reception, when
the wedding lunch, speeches and champagne toasts were finally finished, and she had told him
that she was going to get changed before they left for Athens. ‘Don’t take too long, agape . It will be another hour at least before we make it onto the helicopter and early evening by the time we
land in Athens, and I am impatient to be alone with my bride.’
The sultry gleam in Nikos’s eyes filled Kitty with nervous apprehension, and she hurried up to
her room to change into her going-away outfit, desperate to spend a few minutes away from his
disturbing presence. The jade silk skirt and close-fitting jacket had been Liss’s choice that made
the most of her curvy figure, and suited her colouring. As she studied her reflection she
wondered if Nikos would approve when he discovered that she was wearing nothing beneath her
suit other than a black lace bra and matching French knickers. From the sound of it he wanted
their marriage to be a proper one, and she could not deny that the sexual chemistry between them
was as strong as it had been on the night of the royal ball. But despite her desperate awareness of
him, she felt nervous at the prospect of sharing his bed when she barely knew him. For her, the
intimacy of making love was a big issue, but she had a feeling that Nikos regarded sex as the
single benefit of their enforced
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