Michelle Reid

The Greek's Forced Bride

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Greek billionaire Leo Christakis is convinced the prim and proper shapeless suits worn by Natasha are simply a cover for the gold-digging harlot that lies beneath. Thinking Natasha’s been stealing from his company, Leo commands her to be at his beck and call — in and out of the bedroom.
Natasha is thrown into his world of unimaginable luxury, until Leo discovers she’s innocent — in every sense! Now she has no choice: she must become the Christakis bride!
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  • Shelly Fondahar citeretfor 4 år siden
    He slid his hands around her nipped-in waist, tugged her hard up against him, then stole her lipstick with a very hot, aggressive kiss.

    ‘Move an inch from my side tonight and you will find yourself floating in the water.’ His eyes burned the threat into her as he drew away.
  • Shelly Fondahar citeretfor 4 år siden
    ‘Have you seen my purse?’

    ‘What do you need it for?’

    Straightening her tense shoulders, she said, ‘I’m ready to leave now.’

    ‘By what form of transport?’

    ‘Taxi!’ she spat out.

    ‘You have the Euros to pay for a taxi?’ her cool tormentor quizzed. ‘And a mobile phone handy to call one up? Do you speak any Greek, agape mou? Do you even know this address so you can tell the taxi driver where to come to collect you?’

    He was deliberately beating her up with blunt logic. ‘Y-you have my mobile phone,’ she reminded him, hating that revealing quiver in her voice.

    He responded to that with yet another of those irritatingly expressive shrugs against the glossy white wardrobe door. ‘I must have mislaid it, as you have your purse.’

    Deciding the only way to deal with the inf
  • Shelly Fondahar citeretfor 4 år siden
    So I was a tacky one-night substitute, then,’ he prodded.

    ‘Very tacky.’ Pressing her lips together, she nodded in confirmation, then parted her lips to add bitterly, ‘God save me from the super-rich class. Everything they do is so tacky it constantly makes me want to be sick.’

    ‘Was that aimed at me, Gianna or Rico?’

    ‘All three,’ she said, frowning as she sent her eyes hunting the room for her purse. She couldn’t see it anywhere and she couldn’t recall when she had last had it in her hand.

    ‘Lost something valuable?’ his hatefully smooth voice questioned. ‘Like your virginity, perhaps?’

    It was as good as a hard slap in the face. Natasha tugged in a hot breath. ‘I’ve just remembered why I dislike you so much.’

    His wide shoulders gave a deeply bronzed shrug against the white wardrobe. He looked like some brooding dark male model posing for on

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