C1 Prologue

Blurb:-

Carmen was a very simple and beautiful woman who had fallen in love when she was young and married the man of her dreams but his betrayal broke her fragile heart and she left him but circumstances brought her back to him and all she wanted to do was meet him for the last time and move on with her life as there was nothing left between them but when she returned he trapped her without her knowledge.....

My heart was beating fiercely and painfully as I was beginning to shake his closeness was overwhelming. When he lay on the bed he had been somehow Vulnerable. The powerful muscle strength of his lean body was less obvious but now he was on his feet again and although he still looked very pale he was very strong. The tight black curls were no longer able to give a touch of appeal to his tired face. His physical mental arrogance saw that. His arrogance made me back away like a frightened animal.

“You have no right to ask me questions and I'm not answering them.” I flung at him. “Why did you lie to him? I am no longer your wife anymore it’s just in papers and I just came back to set you free so that we won’t bother each other again. I will tell him about it myself and clarify his misunderstanding.

Marc smiled grimly. “I know you will not,” he said taking my arms in one hand his fingers pressing down into my flash. “Don’t you ever forget Carmen that you are my Legal wife?”

Prologue

Marc came down to dinner. I had not expected to see him when he came into the room, I felt pain in my heart leaving me white and trembling. I've been sitting on the sofa leisurely and turning the pages of a magazine. Looking up I heard my gasp of shock and felt my finger shake on the pages.

He wore a white silk shirt and shorts his hard lean figure dominating the quiet room. Closing the door he leaned against it and looked at me his features giving nothing away even the dark eyes unreadable.

I could not speak I only tilted my head proudly defying him in silence.

He gave a twisted smile. “Nothing to say? That makes a change.”

I spoke with fury in my voice, unleashing the temper which I was trying to control. “What do you expect me to say? You know exactly how I feel. The very sight of you makes me sick!”

His eyes narrowed clearly. “That wasn't the impression I got last night.”

My fingers curled into my palms contempt in my green eyes.” It may be news to you, but women can experience lust too. Even for men they loathe. “

His face was taunted into a furious mask. “ I could throttle you for that !”

“Why don't you like to hear the truth? What else was it for either of us? You wanted me to in the same way. “

I could see his face going dark with anger, which he straightened and masked over his angry face. After a moment that seemed endless, he said in a lazy tone. “ Oh yes, darling I wanted you."

“Don't call me that! Anguish had pierced through me as he said the words.

“Carmen darling,” he said again tormenting me knowing he was doing it deliberately, trying to hurt me.

I close my eyes against the shaming possibility of tears. “I hate you,” I whispered.

“How does it feel to burn with lust for someone you hate?” He asked and his voice was nearer. "And don't you forget Carmen you are my legal wife and it's not going to change?"

I opened my eyes because I was instantly afraid that he was right beside me, his hands in his pocket his tall dark figure looming over me, lingering close by me aware of my weakness and vulnerability.

The whole room was pulsing with electric tension. I leaned back against the back of the sofa struggling to put a calm look over my white face.

“It felt like hell,” I said through my tight lips. “But now it's over.”

Marc laughed with mockery, his teeth showing between his lips. “ Like hell,” he said. “You think you can escape hell, so easily? Say that again after a month and I might believe you.”

It's shattered, my composer. “A month,” I repeated, my voice shaking.

“You think I'll let you go after last night? He said harshly his eyes taunting me as his eyes filled with a glittering angry amusement.

“Wasn't it enough?” I said. I knew despair had filled my voice and I could do nothing about it. “You will destroy me. Let me go! “

“Don won't want you now,” he drawled and there was hard satisfaction in his voice. “Once or a thousand times what difference will it make to him? The fact that you let me have it again would choke his throat .”

My face flamed with anger. “Is that why you did?”

He bent putting a finger under my chin and staring into my eyes.” You know it wasn't.”

Yes, I knew and I knew too that if I stayed here with him it would happen again because just the cool touch of his finger on my skin was driving me crazy and I knew it. He smiled watching me with triumphant eyes.

I pushed him away. “You are despicable! “ I got up and forced my way past him turning to stare at him and knowing it was futile. “Please let me go, I can't stand it !”

Marc gave a short laugh his face hard. “You came here for your own accord.”

“You trapped me, Marc .”