Her whole body reacted. She gave an involuntary gasp as her back arched into his mouth.
He was right. She did want this. All her hatred and pain of the past few months had done nothing to end her longing for his touch…
Oh my God, what was she thinking? The chauffeur was driving the Bentley, pretending that he couldn't hear or see anything. Probably because this was normal for Diogo to seduce women in the backseat of the car. Ellie was just another in a long line of his lovers. He would seduce her just to prove his power, make her love him again, then discard her and the baby like rubbish. Diogo Serrador was a selfish, hard-hearted playboy to the core.
Had she lost her mind? She couldn't give in to him. Not like this.
Not ever.
“No,” she whispered. With a huge effort of willpower, she shoved him away. “I said no!”
Sucking in his breath, he looked down at her. His dark eyes were deep with need…and something more. Some hidden emotion—some secret pain that lured her to believe she could be the one to comfort and save him…
She—comfort and save Diogo? She fought the ridiculous thought with all her might. He didn't need saving. He was a selfish, lying, coldhearted bastard!
Diogo abruptly released her, leaning back against his seat. “You will soon accept your fate,” he said coldly. “Until my son is born, you will submit to my will.”
She feared he was right—but what could she do?
Exhausted, Ellie leaned her head against the window. Her long, blond hair had long since fallen out of the sleek wedding chignon. It was a total mess, along with her taffeta wedding gown. As the Bentley traveled the back streets of Rio, following his bodyguards' sedan, she shivered as she looked out at the violet-gray dawn of the passing city.
“What do you intend to do to me?” she whispered.
He opened the Jornal do Brasil to the business page. “I will keep you until my son is born.”
“To keep me?” Her voice trembled. “As your prisoner?”
Lowering the newspaper, he looked at her coolly. “Whatever it takes.”
She swallowed. “And the baby?”
He gave her a grim, humorless smile. “Do not worry.”
“How can I not worry?” She exhaled in a rush, and turned to stare out blindly at the heavy rain sheeting the car window. “I'm her mother.”
“Was that really your plan?” His voice was mocking, but when she turned her head, his eyes searched hers. “Did you intend to be a mother?”
Was he still accusing her of being a gold digger and deliberately getting pregnant? “Of course I never intended to get pregnant,” she said angrily. “You are the one who—”
“In my experience,” he interrupted, “a woman who fancies herself in love will give up anything to keep her lover.”
Humiliation made her cheeks hot. Did he realize how she'd foolishly loved him?
“Anything,” he added quietly. “Even a child.”
Did he want to take her child from her?
“No!” she gasped. “I would never give up my baby!”
He looked down at her. “We'll see if that's true.” He looked away, out the window. “Once we're home.”
She swallowed in sudden fear. His penthouse at the Carlton Palace was a fortress. He owned the top two floors, one for his personal use and the floor beneath for his bodyguards. Once he installed her there, he could keep her imprisoned. He could take her baby. He could do anything he wanted.
He could truly make her his possession.
It was where he'd taken her virginity. Where he'd made her cry out with joy. Where they'd created their baby by making love all night. On his bed. Against the wall. He'd tasted her, shoved into her, wrapped her legs around him and made her cry out again and again until she thought she'd die of pleasure…
I cannot get you pregnant, querida.
“You are such a liar,” she whispered.
He glanced at her swiftly, his eyebrows lowering. “I never lied to you.”
“You said you couldn't get me pregnant. The truth is that you were just too selfish to use a condom!”
Abruptly he folded the newspaper, setting it down on the leather seat between them. “I didn't lie.”
She choked out a laugh. “But I'm pregnant!”
“I'd had a vasectomy in January. I put off the follow- up appointment. I just assumed it had worked.” He clenched his jaw. “I later discovered my mistake. Now, it is truly complete.”
She looked at him. “Complete?”
“It is now absolutely impossible for me to get any woman pregnant.”
“That's very comforting,” she said bitterly. “Thanks for clearing that up. But since you're so determined never to be a father, why did you take me from my own wedding?” Her voice trembled. “Let me go, and you'll never have to see the baby. You can forget the pregnancy even happened and go back to your actresses and swimsuit models.”