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stretched up on tiptoe and crushed her mouth against his.

      She didn’t know which of them was the more shocked as heat hit her body like mega-watt high voltage. His grunt of surprise vibrated against her lips. Lights flashed, her skin burned, her fingertips tingled where they pressed against his warm satin tight skin.

      Seconds. It took too many seconds for his brain to relay to Raffaelle what was happening and by then her mouth was fusing hot against his. His hands leapt up—it was automatic to close them around a small waist with the intention of pushing her away.

      A camera flashed.

      He pulled his mouth free, found himself staring down at the same blonde who’d approached earlier. ‘Madre de Dio. What do you think you are doing?’ he raked out.

      The flash hit him again. She was staring up at him, all big blue apologetic eyes and smudged pink lipstick and her fingers had shifted from his face to the back of his neck.

      ‘Sorry,’ she whispered breathlessly. ‘But you left me with no other choice.’

      She began to pull away. The camera was still flashing. Instead of aiding her withdrawal, Raffaelle tightened his grip on her waist and made her stay exactly where she was.

      He was blindingly, blisteringly furious. ‘No choice about what?’ he bit down at her.

      She wriggled against him in an effort to free herself. What happened next made her breath catch and he knew why it did. She was plastered against him like a second layer of skin and the extra physical pressure had brought their lower bodies into contact.

      ‘Dio,’ he cursed again.

      ‘Oh, God,’ Rachel echoed. ‘Y-you—you’re…’

      ‘I don’t need you to tell me what I already know!’ he raked out. ‘I just need an explanation as to what the hell you think you are trying to pull off with this!’

      ‘I…’

      ‘Okay kiddo, let’s go.’

      Let’s go…Raffaelle lifted his eyes to the photographer, wondered why he hadn’t noticed the camera dangling round his neck before. Then answered his own question with a twist of his mouth. He had been too busy looking at her to notice him in any detail.

      ‘Some set-up,’ he gritted.

      ‘Please let me go now.’ She tugged at his iron grip on her waist.

      ‘Not even if you decide to faint,’ he incised, sparks flying from his eyes as he watched Daniella turn towards them and her eyes give a startled blink.

      Indeed, he agreed with her surprised expression. The photographer was already shooting out of the door.

      ‘You,’ he raked at his attacker, ‘are coming with me to explain yourself.’

      Without giving her a chance to protest, he reached up to yank her claws out of his neck, then let go of one hand and used the other to begin hauling her towards the exit.

      ‘Raffaelle—!’A bewildered Daniella called his name as she hurried after them.

      Outside a cool breeze hit his angry face.

      Just angry—? He was bloody blindingly livid. His instincts must be dulling for him to get caught out like this.

      ‘Please…’ the blonde pleaded.

      ‘Be silent,’ he snapped out and his hand tightened its grip on her wrist. He felt her wince; he didn’t care. Dino, his chauffeur, drew his limo up at the kerb and climbed out of the car.

      Raffaelle strode towards it with his captive almost tripping up behind him on her flimsy sparkling spindle-heeled shoes. ‘Grab a cab and take Miss Leeson home,’ he instructed his driver.

      ‘But—Raffaelle—?’ his stepsister wailed in protest.

      He ignored her. He ignored everyone, including the blonde who was still desperately trying to get free. Opening the front passenger door to the limo, he tried to propel her inside.

      She dug her heels in. ‘I’m not—’

      He picked her up and bodily put her into the car. When she tried to get out again, her mouth opening wide with the intention of screaming for help, he bent swiftly and smothered the sound with his mouth.

      He didn’t take pleasure from hard angry kisses, he told himself, particularly when he’d just been hit on by a woman who deserved a slap not a kiss. However the kiss gave him a hell of a lot more satisfaction, especially when her muffled scream rolled around his mouth and sent his tongue chasing it.

      She quivered. She tasted of champagne and pink lipstick.

      By the time he yanked his mouth away again she’d sunk into trembling shock.

      ‘Now, listen to me,’ he incised as he locked the seat belt around her. ‘I don’t know how much your partner in crime was paying you to pull off that stunt, but in case you did not notice, he was not the only sleaze-gathering scum working the room back there. The pack has scented a story and is about to descend on us.’

      On that hard warning he straightened, slammed the car door shut, then strode round to the other side while Rachel twisted her head to stare dazedly at the press pack gathering at the main hotel doors. By the time she’d absorbed all of that, Raffaelle Villani had folded himself into the driver’s seat next to her—a lean, dark, hard-muscled male with aggression bouncing off him.

      His chauffeur had left the engine running. He snaked out a hand and threw the car into drive. They took off with a jerk just as the press pack tumbled over each other with their cameras flashing. Rachel watched as the whole debacle played out like a comic strip. Even his stepsister had her part to play. She was standing by the kerb staring after them while the chauffeur was politely trying to urge her into the back of a black cab.

      Mark was nowhere.

      Thanks, Mark, Rachel thought helplessly, visualising her darling half-brother rushing off to file his scoop without giving a second thought to what he had left her to face!

      Rachel flicked a scared glance at the man sitting beside her, then shivered. If murder had a look to it then he was wearing it.

      ‘Please stop the car so I can get out,’ she begged and didn’t even care that she was begging.

      He didn’t answer. Lips clamped together, he sent the car shooting out into the main stream of traffic. Several car horns blared in protest at his pushy arrogance. He ignored those too.

      ‘Look, I know you’re angry,’ she allowed shakily. ‘And I know that you have every right to be, but—’

      ‘Grazie.’

      ‘This is kidnap!’

      ‘So sue me,’ he gritted. ‘That could be fun.’

      Fun—? Rachel trembled and shivered as she sat tensely beside him. None of this had been fun from the moment she’d allowed Elise and Mark to talk her into it. One minute she’d been perfectly content, hiding away in Devon nursing her broken heart, the next minute she’d found herself staying up here in London with her half-sister and being embroiled in her complicated love-life!

      ‘It w-wasn’t what you think—’

      ‘You don’t know what I’m thinking.’

      ‘I am not being paid to—’

      ‘Hit on me?’ he offered when those very same words dried in her throat. ‘It is a relief to know I still have some natural pulling power then.’

      He had loads of natural pulling power. That was his problem.

      ‘Are you always this obnoxious when you’ve been caught off your guard?’ she flared up on the back of pure agitation. ‘So I hit on you—what’s new there to a man like you? From what I hear, half the women in Europe have done it at some point in your blessed life—and not all of them because of your

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