Virgin Mistress, Scandalous Love-Child

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.”