Vineyards Of Deception

erful release still violently racked her slender frame. Alessandro had disentangled, detached and distanced hims

ightly tanned skin but knowing from experience that her touch would be rebuffed. His words, the ones that were always wrenched from

a son, Is

g more than a biological imperative. After eighteen months of the same, Isabella had finally realized that it would never change.

She sat up, naked, her body still trembling and drew her knees to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs, pressed her cheek to her knees and watched as his breathing steadied, his own shaking was subsiding slightly. He lay spread-eagled, al

words and they spilled from her

divorce, A

coiled spring, before he turned his head to meet her watchful

a lowered her eyelids, trying to mask the shaft of pain at his words. When she was su

anaged, hoping the l

e the purr of a cat. "What happened

ange," she

ow, resting his head on his hand. He looked so much like a Roman gladiator

ky purr of agreement but Isabella wasn't fooled by his relaxed

he assessed, his voice st

o love me so much, she couldn't live without me. The one

, without moving, without s

only thing I've ever wanted from this pathetic excuse for

a divorce," she tried for

o easy way out of this marriage. Not until I got what I wanted from you and that day looks to be a long

she buried her face in her knees a

r and took a few seconds to compose herself, swiping the hot tears from her face with the backs of both hands before dragging on a gauzy peignoir and heading toward the kitchen

range juice. His short black hair was damp and standing up in tufts where he had carelessly towel-dried it after his shower and he wore not

Alessandro never touched her outside of the bedroom. In the eighteen months they had been married, this was the first time that she could recall him touching h

rce, Theresa... ever," he told he

divorcing you, Sandro,

u get that divorce, your cousin loses her business and she can't afford that now, not

t know what the specifics of that loan were but she had always assumed that it was something he had done out of generosity. Staring up at him now, she coul