Electa’s eyes were almost closed. She was trying so hard not to let his huskily delivered taunts spark a response from her. But her body was not playing. Her body was stirring up every sense she possessed.          As if he knew it, Adrastos shifted on her slightly, and the tips of her breasts stung as they sprang into tight, tingling pinpricks of feeling against the tautly stretched duvet. Gently but surely, Adrastos pressed his hips downwards, and the greater contact with her thighs made them start to pulse.          And still, his fingers continued to hover a hair’s breadth from her cheeks. Still, his mouth maintained that tiny tantalizing gap above hers.“Come on, Electa mou, say something,” he encouraged. “Describe how these many lovers matched up to me… I can’t wait to hear all about

          He was wearing a grey pinstripe suit that draped his long, powerful frame as if it loved being there, and he looked absolutely sensational. Tall, dark, and tanned, with the kind of hard-angled, well-balanced features that just instinctively attracted women to him: the exotic curve of his cheekbones, the thin nose, the gorgeously sexy full, sensual mouth.          Her stomach was churning and her eyes were unwillingly glued to the slightly sardonic gleam in his. And Adrastos was smiling.          But, worse than all of that put together, Electa could see him naked again, after his conceited pose beside the bed he had dumped her on last night. And this was a guy who liked snowboarding down the Alps or skydiving off them. The same guy who swam umpteen laps of his swimming pool every day before breakfast and could pump iron without breaking into a

        Adrastos turned the Range Rover in through the gates of Kamari Leventis, his property in Santorini, and drove into a tunnel of trees. Darkness swallowed them up in a moment. The narrow driveway twisted and turned from there on, keeping them climbing steadily, as they had been doing since they’d left Fira behind.          As the tunnel of trees eventually thinned out, Electa shifted on her seat for the first time since they’d swapped Adrastos’s private jet for his sturdy four-wheel drive. She had visited this place only once before, which felt oddly unnatural now, when this was after all her husband’s main home.          He also owned an apartment in a beautiful building in the center of Athens, which they’d used to use a lot. But this fabulous estate, with its forests and neatly tended formal gardens, was almost a strange

         Letting her go, he swung away from her to stride back across the bedroom, all arrogant distance and touch-me not-with-your-concession cool.“Wow… You think you’re so perfect, don’t you, Adrastos?” Electa flung after him shakily. “You think that because all your predictions about my brother have come true, it gives you the right to take the lofty high ground! Well, I have news for you,” she said as he stilled in the middle of the room. “You didn't behave better than Flynn was when it came to wanting your own way. Flynn was jealous of you. What was your excuse for turning our marriage into a battle in which only one of you could make me dance to their tune? Which one of you was the adult?”          His shoulders flexed inside his white shirt as her final stab sank deep.“Boo-hoo! Poor Electa,” Adrastos struck back. &ldq

‘What? He didn’t say what I just heard…’          Electa stilled like a frozen icicle topped by a flaming river of fire.“The tabloids misinterpreted what they saw,” Adrastos extended in a cold, flat voice. “So… this is my revenge… You owe me, Electa mou… You owe me for twelve lousy months of being labeled ‘a faithless playboy husband’. Now you will never know what I’ve been doing and who I’ve been doing it with since you walked out on me.”“So… that… what we just… That was your idea of revenge?” she whispered and lowered her head and turn her back.“I felt I had to.”          Instant pain pierced her heart… Electa nodded her flame-bright head.“Well… I hope it gave you…