Redemption of a Ruthless Billionaire

She gave way, her mouth softening under his, the entire lost art of kissing returning to her with some subtle but much appreciated changes.

His tongue touched, grazed, tasted, seduced and the feel of him was so completely male and so overwhelming in the certainty of his approach Sybella took what he gave her instinctively and with an utter disregard to where this might be leading.

Until all her doubts came rushing back in and she ducked her head.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asked gruffly.

Apart from he was a stranger, and they didn’t know one another, and she suspected given her activities in his house only trouble could come from this?

‘I don’t know.’ She did know—she was feeling a bit too much and it had been so long and she no longer had any certainty in her ability to meet him as a sexually confident woman. But had she ever?

She wasn’t ready for this.

Meg would say whatever sense of herself as a desirable woman had been shoved into the back of her wardrobe in a box along with her preserved wedding bouquet and all the plans she and Simon had made for the future. But it had happened before that. It had happened when Simon had briefly dated another girl and slept with her.

It was a little disconcerting to say the least to discover, gazing up at this intense, beautiful man, she had no idea where to go from here with him. But she did know one thing. She had to let him know what was going on in his house.

‘I have to tell you something,’ she blurted out. ‘Edbury Hall is open to the public on weekends.’

* * *

Nik didn’t immediately let her go. His hand was still curled around her sweet waist gloved in soft cashmere wool that made the most of her glorious curves above and below.

He could pinpoint the moment he’d stopped thinking clearly. It was when he’d seen her bending down by the fire, the most female-looking woman. She was the proverbial hourglass, and if there was a little more sand than was standard in that glass his libido didn’t make that distinction. She had ample breasts and long, shapely legs, deliciously plump around her thighs and bottom, and in his arms she’d felt like both comfort and sin.

Which explained why his brain took a little longer to catch up, because his body was happy where it was, Sybella’s curves giving him a full body press.

‘Why is the house open to the public?’ He forced himself to set her back. ‘On whose authorisation?’

‘Mr Voronov senior’s, and—and yours.’ Sybella’s voice gave out, so the ‘yours’ wasn’t much more than a whisper.

‘Mine?’ he growled, any trace of the man who had begun to kiss her and rouse such passionate feelings in her evaporating like the last patch of sunshine on a cold winter’s day.

‘You were sent the paperwork. I didn’t just go ahead only on your grandfather’s say-so,’ she protested.

‘I received no paperwork.’

No. She gnawed on the inside of her lip. Now she would have to explain about the letters. But she didn’t want to be responsible for a further breach between grandfather and grandson. Family was important.

No one understood that better than someone who for a long time didn’t have any.

No, it would be better if his grandfather confessed.

And what if Nik Voronov decided to blame her anyway?

Blood was blood, and old Mr Voronov might easily side with his grandson.

Sybella knew she had nobody to blame but herself and for a spinning moment she just started babbling. ‘I don’t see who has been hurt by any of this. Mr Voronov is a lonely man and he enjoys having people into the house…’

‘And you have taken advantage of that.’

‘No!’ Sybella closed her eyes and took a breath. Arguing with him wasn’t going to accomplish anything. ‘I understand you don’t know me,’ she said, keeping her voice as steady as she could, given the escalating tension, ‘and you say you’re worried about your grandfather—’

‘I am worried about him.’

‘Well, I don’t see any evidence of that given you’re never here!’

Oh, she should have kept that to herself. And now he was looking down at her without a shred of give in him.

‘I suspect you’ve taken my grandfather for a ride, and, if I find out that’s the case, you really don’t want me for an enemy Mrs Parminter.’