Be appalled, Alina, Demyan thought. Gather your things now and we’ll head back to the car.
He half hoped she would—for she was innocent and he was far from that.
Instead Alina took another drink of water.
He watched her tongue lick over her lips and, though it was not a deliberately seductive move, he felt it in his groin.
‘Is that why nothing shocks you?’ Alina asked, and he watched as her cheeks turned to fire.
‘What do you mean?’
‘Well …’ Alina didn’t know how to voice it, so she spoke about herself. ‘Everything shocks me. Maybe I was too sheltered. I mean …”
‘We’re talking about sex, yes?’ Demyan checked—needlessly.
He loved that even her throat was red. And, whether or not it was convenient, Demyan was turned on at the thought of her shyness giving way to defiance.
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The Only Woman
to Defy Him
Carol Marinelli
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Contents
PROLOGUE
JUST NOT TODAY.
Demyan Zukov looked out the window of his private jet as his plane began its final descent into Sydney, Australia.
It truly was a magnificent view and Demyan owned part of the skyline. His dark eyes located his penthouse then he moved his pensive gaze to the numerous inlets that beckoned as temptingly as a sensual finger. The water was a stunning deep blue and was filled with boats, ferries and yachts that streaked their way through the harbour, leaving long white tails behind them. Always the view both exhilarated and excited Demyan. Always there was the prospect of good times ahead as his plane came in to land.
Just not today.
As he gazed down, for once unmoved by the spectacular sight, Demyan recalled the very first time that he had come to Australia. It had been in far less grand style and certainly there had been no press waiting to greet him. He had entered the country unknown, yet quietly determined to make his mark. Demyan had been just thirteen years old when he had left Russia for the first and last time.
He had sat at the back of a commercial jet in economy, beside his aunt, Katia. As he had looked out the window, as he had glimpsed for the first time the land that awaited him, and Katia had spoken about the farm in the Blue Mountains that would soon be his home, Demyan had scarcely known how to hope.
Demyan’s upbringing had been brutal and harsh. He had not known who his father was and Demyan’s single mother had found herself trapped in a downward spiral of poverty and alcohol. The small support she had received from the government had gone towards feeding Annika’s habit.
When Demyan had been five and his mother had lost her spot at the market, it had been Demyan who had taken on the responsibility of providing for them. Demyan had worked hard, and not just at school. At evenings and weekends he’d teamed up with a street boy, Mikael, and cleaned car windows at traffic lights uninvited, as well as begging tourists for spare change.
When