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The bowl of pasta Christian had been eating out of earlier, which had been left in the sink, went flying the sa open the door of the cupboard that contained all the crockery

‘Alessandra, that’s enough,’ he coed for her before she could throw the plate she’d taken hold of, grabbing her wrist with one hand and relieving her of the plate with the other ‘I said that’s enough’

Heart pounding, blood surging with adrenaline, he kicked the cupboard door shut, flung the plate on the work surface then pressed her against it, using his strength and height to trap her

She pushed against hio’

‘I will let you go when you’ve calmed down’

‘I a her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him ‘I do not want to sleep with Kerstin The only woman I want to sleep with is you’

Her eyes raged with sotheiardo Liar’

‘When have I ever lied to you? Name one instance’

‘I’ Her voice trailed off, became smaller ‘You don’t want me You’ve rejected me since we married’

‘Not want you? Can you not feel how turned on I ahed cynically As if she could fail to feel his erection pressed against her abdomen

That hat happened when you were starved for the woht humanly possible One touch and the body turned to lava, no matter how inappropriate the situation or how vainly you tried to control it

‘I thought I was doing the right thing’

Her pluain ‘Why?’