Fascination: The Sicilian's Ruthless Marriage Revenge. Carole Mortimer

      ‘You should be, because it’s the only reason I’m here!’ she came back heatedly.

      His face darkened. ‘I would go carefully, if I were you, Robin—’

      ‘Or what?’ she challenged.

      ‘You are once again being deliberately provocative,’ he warned her. ‘But this time it is a provocation I intend to ignore. I will come to your father’s house this evening so that we can discuss the date of our wedding.’

      ‘I’m twenty-seven years old and divorced. Don’t you think asking my father for my hand in marriage might be a little misplaced?’ Robin spluttered indignantly.

      Cesare looked down his arrogant nose. ‘It was not my intention to ask your father for anything, but to tell him when we are to be married!’

      ‘Before you tell my father anything, don’t you think you should actually ask me to marry you first?’ Robin pointed out. ‘Or is it that you think you have such an upper hand in this situation that my agreement is already a foregone conclusion?’

      ‘And is it not?’ Cesare drawled.

      Robin could cheerfully have hit him at that moment, so deep was her frustrated anger at his autocratic attitude. And all, it seemed, because he had caught her coming out of Marco’s nursery …

      ‘Oh, I’m going to marry you, Cesare,’ she assured him emotionally. ‘If only to make your life the misery that you’re making of mine!’ She was breathing hard in her agitation.

      Cesare watched the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, knowing they were unconfined beneath her dress; her legs and feet were bare too, telling him that she probably only wore the dress and panties. Two items of clothing he wanted to rip from her body before taking her with a savagery that was almost out of his control.

      Almost.

      Because he had never forced himself on any woman, and he did not intend to start with Robin.

      No matter how she provoked him!

      Besides, she had just conceded that she would marry him… .

      ‘I’m interested to know what you’ll do if my father suggests we wait before getting married—get to know each other better before the question of marriage even arises,’ Robin taunted.

      ‘I am sure the fact that you stayed here with me last night will have told him we already know each other more than well enough for marriage,’ he opined. ‘Besides, I have every confidence that once you have reassured him of your feelings for me he will be happy to accept your decision.’

      ‘My feelings for you, Cesare?’ she parried.

      He smiled humourlessly. ‘You will, of course, not tell him that it is hate you feel for me rather than love!’

      Did she hate this man? Robin wondered to herself. Could she possibly hate him and still find such pleasure in his arms, in his caresses?

      Somehow she thought not.

      Although Cesare might possibly grow to hate her once he realised that she wasn’t about to produce the other Gambrelli sons and daughters he was obviously intending her to bear him.

      She was saving that piece of information until after they were married and the shares in Ingram Publishing were safely back in her hands—she didn’t dare risk Cesare learning she couldn’t give him more children before she had those shares back! Though, after last night, she had another reason for maintaining her silence.

      Marco.

      She loved him—already couldn’t bear the thought of being parted from him if Cesare should discover her inability to give him more children and changed his mind about marrying her.

      Maybe she was being a little unfair in not disclosing her apparent sterility to Cesare—but he wasn’t exactly being fair, either, when he demanded that she marry him.

      She gave a stiff inclination of her head. ‘I’ll tell my father that you will be coming to the house this evening.’

      ‘Suitably assured of your own … desire for our marriage to take place, I hope?’ Cesare demanded.

      ‘Suitably assured of my determination that it will take place,’ she corrected him. ‘Believe me, if I could get those shares back any other way then I would,’ she added untruthfully. The lure of becoming Marco’s mother was more than enough to persuade her into marrying this man.

      But she really couldn’t risk Cesare even guessing that before they were safely married, those shares were back in her possession, and Marco was her stepson.

      Cesare’s mouth quirked. ‘What a pity—for you—that there really is no other way …’

      ‘You’re the one to be pitied, Cesare—for wanting to marry a woman who doesn’t love you,’ Robin assured him heavily as he raised dark, questioning brows. ‘Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go home and change before going to work—What is it now, Cesare?’ She sighed wearily as he scowled down at her.

      ‘You will cease to work for Ingram Publishing once we are married—’

      ‘I most certainly will not!’ she answered defiantly. ‘My father needs me to remain close just now, Cesare.’ She tried reasoning with him as he looked totally implacable.

      ‘Marco and I will need you to remain close also,’ he insisted.

      ‘You and Marco have got along quite well without me so far. I’m sure you can continue to do so after we’re married,’ Robin dismissed.

      She was so stubborn, this woman Cesare intended to make his wife. Beautiful, but stubborn. Desirable, but stubborn. Loyal to her family, but oh so stubborn!

      ‘We will discuss this subject further once we are married,’ he compromised tightly.

      ‘We’ll discuss it now!’ Robin persisted. ‘I’ve never been a stay-at-home wife. I wouldn’t know how to be one.’

      ‘You have your charity work—’ ‘It isn’t enough, Cesare,’ she said. ‘You will have Marco—’

      ‘Who, as you’ve already informed me, will continue to be cared for by the very capable Catriona!’

      ‘Then I will find Catriona employment elsewhere!’ Cesare told her exasperatedly, absolutely determined that Robin would not continue to work at Ingram Publishing after they were married.

      He travelled extensively on business, and he intended that she and Marco would travel with him whenever he had to go away—something Robin would not be able to do if she were still working with her father.

      As far as Cesare was concerned it was not even a subject for discussion.

      Robin looked at him from beneath lowered lashes, wondering if Cesare had any idea that he had just given her exactly what she wanted—and that was to be able to care for Marco herself.

      Of course Cesare had no idea—he wouldn’t have made the suggestion if he had.

      ‘Is that decision non-negotiable?’ she prompted with false impatience.

      ‘Absolutely,’ he assured with certainty.

      ‘Then it seems this is yet something else I have no choice about,’ she conceded. ‘Now, I really do have to go,’ she finished, before turning to walk down the hallway to her bedroom to collect her things.

      Robin was smiling as she closed the bedroom door behind her—a dreamy, ecstatic smile at the thought of taking care of her beloved Marco herself, all day every day.

      In fact, she could almost love Cesare at that moment for being the one to give her what she so wanted!

      Love Cesare …?

      No, she couldn’t possibly feel love for such an arrogantly autocratic man, she told