The Tycoon's Virgin Bride - Part 1 (The Corskovi Dynasty) (5 page)

Hannah
sat in her silk bra and panties in the cosy chair of the honeymoon suite of the
Vegas
hotel which
had been pre-booked for her wedding
night. She was alone. Her beautiful Vera Wang silk wedding gown lay crumpled on
the floor at her feet.

 
She’d been rejected twice in one day on
her wedding day. Her mind reeled with confusion. She was tormented by
conflicting emotions.

What have I done?

Her
emotions seemed so out of control right now. She’d never been much of a
drinker, yet there she was sipping champagne like water as she gazed out at the
Vegas strip through the window. The lights lit up the dark sky. The city was
more alive than she’d felt.

Fuck, Andre!

How
could he just turn on her all of a sudden and get close with that witch,
Jessica? Were they both mocking Hannah at the chapel? She didn’t trust Andre
anymore. Paranoia crept into her mind. She closed her eyes and blinked hot
tears that flowed down her cheeks. Maybe it was good that they didn’t elope. He
was and always will be a playa!

How
unlucky in love could a woman be?

She’d
ordered room service since she hadn’t eaten all day and her hunger pains were
getting to be more intense than her heartache.

She
tried to forget the looks of pity she’d seen in the eyes of many of her guests.
They were whispering that she’d been jilted and she was trying to cover it up
and save her face.

Still,
she couldn’t care less what they’d thought of her. She cared more about what
her mother thought of her and most of all, what Andre thought of her! Sexy,
irresistible, unreliable, fucked up Andre!

Damn, Andre!

“Room
service,” a voice called out from the other side her door, interrupting her
self-pity party. Why hadn’t they knocked first?

Hannah
got up and wiped her face. She quickly threw on the white hotel robe and tied
it at the waist. “Coming!” she yelled out, trying to hide the raw pain in her
unsteady voice that sounded more like she’d just finished crying a river.

When
she opened the door to let the waiter in, her heart leaped in her chest.

“Andre!
What are you doing here?”

“Are
you going to let me in? Or do I need to feed you out here in the corridor?” A
wicked grin touched the corner of Andre’s delicious lips.

Those
dark, seductive eyes of his captured her soul once more. Every time she saw
him, she was captivated by his aura, his confident presence and luring scent.

But she
wasn’t about to cave in that easily. Not after all the crap he’d just put her
through at the ballroom, practically ignoring her after sticking up for her at
the chapel. Why was he so hot and cold—fire and ice in the flick of a
moment? Gosh, it was hard to figure out where she stood with him sometimes.

She
moved aside so that Andre, in his expensive tux, could move the room service
dinner cart into her suite.

“What
are you doing? Moonlighting as a waiter? I thought you didn’t need a second
job, what with your billions.”

“Your
sense of humor kills me, Hannah,” he murmured as he closed the door behind him.
He reached over and grabbed the bottle of champagne from the cart and proceeded
to uncork it but stopped.

“It
looks as if you’d beaten me to it,” he noted as his eyes caught the empty glass
of champagne on the coffee table next to a half empty bottle of champagne.
“Care to explain?”

“Explain?”
Hannah huffed. “You’ve got some nerve, Mr. hot-and-cold.”

Andre
raised a sexy brow as he gave her a blank expression.

Unreadable
Andre.

“I’m
listening,” Andre said in a low voice as he set the bottle of champagne down.
He stood erect with his hands shoved inside his
pockets,
his tux jacket opened revealing a crisp white shirt over taut muscles.

Was the
room getting hot all of a sudden?

It was
as if his royal hotness was creating a heat wave around Hannah. The memory of
his passionate
love-making
earlier burned a delicious
imprint on her body.

Hannah
walked over to the window, wrapping her arms around her chest. She could see Andre’s
reflection, his tall frame in the window as she peered out over at the Vegas Strip
below. “I don’t get you, Andre. You left me. You left me alone at the ball. Why
did you
do
that?”

“Do
what?”

“Leave
me alone,” she scowled.

“That’s
not the only thing that bothers you is it?”

“No.
You went and danced with that…with Jessica. What was that about?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Yes,
nothing.” He walked over by the window close enough to Hannah that the
irresistible scent of his sweet cologne wafted past her nostrils and caused a
reaction inside her. Heck, his closeness alone could cause her blood to pump
hard. What was it about Andre Corskovi and his effect on her?

“Andre,
I know you’re not a man of many words but…” Hannah sighed. Was she going to get
anywhere with this? She was beginning to sound clingy. She hated that. If she
stepped away from the situation for a moment to think about it, Andre really
didn’t owe her a thing. It wasn’t as if they were a couple.

Oh, fuck!
After all they’d experienced
this morning. She’d never been intimate with anyone before. “I just think that
after defending me at the chapel, you wouldn’t ignore me at the party,” she
murmured, her voice low. She fought back tears as hard as she could.

“Sorry.”
Andre’s voice was low and deep.

“No.
I’m
sorry,
I just feel so vulnerable right now. Why
did you dance with Jessica?”

“She
asked me too.”

“So you
said yes?”

“Yes.
Why wouldn’t I? Would you rather me tell her no, that you and I are a couple
and I’m off limits?”

Hannah
paused. She shook her head and closed her eyes momentarily. “You’re right. It
would have looked a tad conspicuous.”

“A
tad?” he said, grinning.

Of
course, he had a point. But she was still pissed off at him for not being
around her at all during the ballroom dance. Heck everyone else had a dance
partner.

As if
reading her mind, Andre added. “I was hoping that you’d mingle with the guests
and enjoy yourself.”

Of
course, Hannah felt stupid. What was with her? She hoped she wasn’t turning
into one of those Velcro girls who Andre once talked about, trying to stick
onto him every second.
Of course, looking back now…who could
blame them?
Andre was hot as hell and right now his nearness was causing
her inner thighs to tingle with pleasure as the blood rushed to her sex.

Oh, stop it! I can’t do this. I
don’t want to be his
play thing
. I don’t know what I
want. Maybe I just want to get to know him all over again. Have a real
relationship with him before diving into something more permanent that we may
end up regretting.

“What’s
the matter, baby?” Andre’s low, silky voice whispered in her ear as he ran his
long fingers through her hair. The touch was surprisingly erotic.

She
wanted to pull away from him. To let him know she was still not a hundred
percent okay with this…but she just couldn’t.

“Andre,”
she breathed, as he nibbled on her earlobe. Her nipples hardened again. She could
feel his manhood lengthen inside his pants. “Oh, God. No.” Hannah pulled away,
breathless. Panting. Her sex was pulsing. How many times can a couple have
passionate
love-making
in a day?

Fuck!
He was irresistible. Hannah just couldn’t think straight right now.

“What
is it?” Andre’s sexy eyes undressed her in her robe as he pulled off his tux
jacket.

She
wanted to tell him to keep his clothes on. But she just couldn’t do it. The
words would not part from her lips.

“Andre,
please,” she breathed, her voice hoarse now. “We need to talk about…us. We need
to…oh, God!” she cooed as he moved closer to her and continued to nibble on her
neck snaking his strong arms around her body. Oh, his touch was electric. The
sensation sent rippling pleasure through her entire body. Was this what it felt
like to be on cloud nine? What a contrast to earlier at the chapel when she
thought she was in hell.

“Just
say the word, baby, and I’ll stop,” Andre murmured as he continued to press his
hot soft lips on her skin. His silky voice was hoarse and low.

Panting
and highly aroused now, Hannah pulled away dazed, her body was on fire. Her
hard nipples ached for the gentle touch of his finger pads brushing over them
as he did this morning.

Instinctively,
Andre held her to prevent her from stumbling off balance. “You okay, baby?”

“Yeah.
I…I just need time to think, Andre.”

“About?”

“About
us!
About this.
I don’t want to be just a play thing.”

Andre
released
Hannah,
a grin of amusement touched the
corner of his salacious lips. “Is that what you believe you are to me, Hannah?
A
play
thing?”

“Yes. I
mean…no. Yes. Yes and no.”

Andre’s
sexy dark brow raised a fraction. “Clear to clarify, Ms Steeles.”

Hannah
hugged herself as she moved closer to the window as if searching for the
answers within the bright lights of the Vegas strip outside the window hundreds
of feet below. Heat surged through her entire body. There was no doubt that
what she and Andre had, whatever it was, caused an electrical power surge
through her blood. She was pumped. Gosh, even his silky deep voice caused her
sex to pulse and butterflies to explode in her belly.

What
was with Andre and his hold on her? It was as if it were some magical spell
he’d cast over her. Not that she minded at all. She craved his erotic touch like
a drug addiction. But it wasn’t enough.

She
just didn’t want to end up like…his exes. By the way he flirted and danced with
Jessica at the ballroom dance today—
her
wedding reception dance, she just knew deep down in her mind that Andre was a
sex god who could have his pick of any woman.
The man who
professed to never marry.
 
But could he really be her lover? Exclusively? Could they really have a
future? Or was it loneliness making her rush into things so soon after her
flopped wedding?

“Hannah?”
Andre’s deep, sexy voice interrupted her thoughts and brought her back to
reality inside the grand honeymoon suite inside one of the most prestigious Las
Vegas hotels.

“Andre,
I want you. I want you so badly,” she said softly, turning to face him now.
Maybe that wasn’t such a great idea since his sexually charged dark eyes called
to her. He stood like a man in command, legs spread slightly apart, shoulders
broad and straight not hunched and his head tilted up slightly.

Andre
was hot!
Too hot for her to handle right now.

“I just
don’t want us to get carried away by lust.”

“Lust?”

“Yes,
lust.” She hugged herself and hunched her shoulders.

“Are
you cold, my love? Or just nervous?”

Hannah
felt sheepish and relaxed her shoulders and released her hold. Man, he misses nothing.
What was she afraid of?

Being
loved?

“No.
I’m good. I just want to know where we stand. What is it that you really want
from me, Andre?”

“Do you
want the raw truth or—?”

“The
truth,” she interrupted Andre.

“Right
now, Hannah,” he said softly as he moved closer to her. His sweet cologne scent
was driving her crazy. “I want to fuck you like I’ve never fucked anyone
before. I want to be inside of you, Hannah. I want to make love to you again
and again.”

Hannah’s
pussy pulsed at the sound of his silky voice and seductive words. She felt heat
rise to her cheeks. Her nipples tingled. They were so hard she thought they
would poke through the fabric of her robe.

What
could she say to that? Aware that her cheeks must be crimson red now, Hannah
drew in a deep breath and tried not to gaze into his hungry, dark eyes.

“I…I
don’t know what to say, Andre.”

“I know
you feel the same way about me Hannah.”

 
“I do? How would you know?” she said
trying to sound
level-headed
.

“For
one thing, you gave me your virginity this morning before your wedding,” he
said, sipping some champagne from a glass he just poured himself. “And I know
when a woman wants me,” he said with a confident coolness.

“Excuse
me?”
Fuck, I want you inside me now…but
not like this. I don’t want you to think I’m easy.

“Look, I just needed you at that moment.”
Nice comeback, Hannah!
 
“I certainly don’t just open my legs…or
my heart to just anyone,” she scowled.

“I know that. You wouldn’t let Gustav touch you,” he
smirked.

“How would you know that?”

He cocked a brow. Of course, she was a virgin before her
wedding-that-never-was.
That
was how
he knew.

Hannah sighed deeply, shaking her head.

“Why are you playing games, Hannah?”

“I’m not playing games.”

“You know you want me. Why fight it.” His voice was more
seductive, silky. Oh, how could she possibly resist Andre?

“Wait a minute. Just how many times can you—you know?”

“Fuck in a day?”

Hannah felt heat rise to her cheeks. She was deeply
surprised by her boldness and couldn’t believe in that she was having this raw
conversation with Andre or with any man for that reason. It was as if she
matured suddenly into a confident woman, not some girl who was shy about
mentioning body parts.

“Seven times.” His luscious lips curved into a salacious
grin. He sipped more champagne nonchalantly.

“What? Every day?”

“Hell, no!” He tilted his head back and laughed. “I’m a man,
Hannah. Not a machine. If I did that seven days a week, 365 days a year, do you
think I’d have energy to function or do anything else?”

Hannah grinned sheepishly.

“Then again,” he said, moving closer to her after he placed
his glass down on the table. “I’ve never met a woman before that I would
attempt to do this with.”

“Come on, that’s not humanly possible.”

“Of course it is. Besides Hannah, just for the record I`ve
never come so many times in a day with a woman before.”

“You haven’t?” She said, incredulously

“No, you’re the first.”

Wow, this really blew Hannah’s mind. She was the first for Andre
where sexual intercourse with multiple orgasms was concerned?

Holy crap!

“Hannah, I know I’m not the marrying man.
And
 
I’m
glad you don’t want to rush
into things which only makes me want you more, baby.” He reached over and
stroked her hair. “But you have to understand, you’ve had a hold on me from the
first day we met.”