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Lorenzo’s face but before she had a chance to react he stepped forward and seized her upper arms, pulling her roughly towards him.
    ‘We may not have made love on our wedding day,’ he grated, lifting her onto her tiptoes and leaning down so their faces were only inches apart, ‘but that doesn’t mean that this union was never consummated.’
    Sexual energy crackled in the air between them, making it hard to think straight. But Chloe knew that was all it was. Just sex.
    ‘We never made love !’ She struggled in his vice-like grip, trying to pull away—but her mind was spinning with images of the many mind-blowing nights she’d spent in his arms. ‘That was the problem. I thought it meant something—that what we had was real. But it was all meaningless. You misled me into this marriage. Surely that alone is enough to make it null and void!’
    ‘It was never meaningless,’ Lorenzo said.
    He glowered down at her, his expressive black eyebrows drawn low and menacing, and there was a dangerous predatory glint in his eyes. For a moment Chloe half expected him to kiss her—andto her utter confusion and shame she almost wanted him to.
    ‘Well, it clearly didn’t mean the same to you as it did to me,’ she cried as she finally managed to wrench herself out of his hold.
    She stood her ground and met his eyes boldly, aware that she was still easily within the reach of his strong arms. That knowledge sent a startling jolt of excitement through her, and she felt her cheeks start to burn. She lifted her chin and glared up at him, desperately trying to ignore the way her pulse rate was suddenly responding to his physical proximity.
    Her body might be attuned to his—every inch of her skin tingling with a growing desire to feel his hands on her again. But it was just hormones. Emotionally he was a million miles away.
    ‘You have no idea what our marriage meant to me,’ Lorenzo said.
    ‘No, I don’t,’ she agreed, remembering the confusing and heartbreaking argument they’d had on their wedding day, ‘but I do know that I thought I’d found my soulmate—my partner for life. Instead, all I’d found was a lie!’
    ‘I never lied to you,’ Lorenzo said, ‘and I thought the same thing as you—that I had found my partner for life.’
    ‘How can you say that?’ Chloe demanded. ‘After everything you told me about not believing in love, how can you say that?’
    ‘Because that is what I wanted,’ Lorenzo said, ‘and it is what you agreed to when you married me.’
    ‘But…’
    It was impossible to think with his penetrating gaze holding her captive. She sensed her body responding to him again. Her heart was racing and her skin felt hot and sensitive. She tipped her head a little further back and frowned, trying to make her gaze cold and stern—but the feel of her own hair brushing her shoulders felt like a caress, sending a ripple of sensual anticipation through her.
    ‘Finally, a bit of colour in that face,’ Lorenzo said, lifting his hand to cup her blazing cheek.
    Chloe gasped as his fingers made contact, releasing another torrent of desire storming through her body.
    ‘Don’t touch me,’ she said, in feeble protest.
    ‘Why not? You want me to,’ he said. ‘And you still owe me our wedding night.’
    ‘Our wedding night? You mean sex?’ Her voice was no more than a startled whisper and her eyes were wide. ‘After everything that has happened—everything we’ve said—you want sex?’
    Lorenzo raised his brows and his full, sensual lips twitched into a smile that was mocking and knowing at the same time.
    ‘Are you offering me sex?’ he asked, sliding his fingers deep into her hair and pulling her close to his hard body.

CHAPTER FOUR
    ‘Y OU know I’m not offering you sex!’ Chloe exclaimed. She tried to step back, out of his grip, but he held her firmly.
    ‘That’s what it sounded like,’ Lorenzo drawled, leaning down and brushing his lips across the sensitive skin he had exposed by