The Ruthless Greek's Virgin Princess

Trish Morey

Purchased – one night with the Princess!Thirteen years ago Yannis Markides threw a young princess out of his bed. Even now Marietta’s cheeks burn in shame as she remembers her youthful attempt at seduction. Evicting the scantily clad Marietta was the brooding Greek’s last act of chivalry. The ensuing scandal destroyed his life and broke his family.Now he’s rebuilt his empire, recovered the Markides name…and he’s ready to make the Princess pay! Marietta owes him a debt. Her virginity is her price…

‘Make love with me tonight.’

Her heart was thumping, her breathing choppy, her lips felt plumped and tender. ‘It’s crazy,’ she said. Because she couldn’t say no, even though she knew she should. She shook her head, the pain of that night thirteen years ago refusing to be ignored. ‘You had your chance. You threw me out.’

‘A long time ago.’

‘You hate me.’

‘I want you.’

‘And I hate you!’

‘Do you? You didn’t kiss me like you hated me.’

Her teeth found one kiss-swollen lip and she raked them over its unfamiliar plumpness. ‘One night?’

‘Just one night. And then we go our separate ways.’

Trish Morey is an Australian who’s also spent time living and working in New Zealand and England. Now she’s settled with her husband and four young daughters in a special part of South Australia, surrounded by orchards and bushland, and visited by the occasional koala and kangaroo. With a lifelong love of reading, she penned her first book at age eleven, after which life, career and a growing family kept her busy, until once again she could indulge her desire to create characters and stories—this time in romance. Having her work published is a dream come true. Visit Trish at her website, www.trishmorey.com

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THE RUTHLESS

GREEK’S VIRGIN

PRINCESS

BY

TRISH MOREY

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

THE RUTHLESS GREEK’S VIRGIN PRINCESS

For darling Kate, whose strength of spirit

and sense of humour knows no bounds and who is

an inspiration to us all (and who demanded from her

sickbed to know why it took me so long to dedicate a

book to her, so I just had to do it again

),

for Eleni, to whom I am eternally grateful, efharisto,

and for the fabulous Maytoners, whose friendship,

laughter and wisdom are like a lifeline.

Thank you for keeping me sane.

Love you all heaps.

Trish

x

PROLOGUE

Paris

THERE was thunder in his head, a foul taste in his mouth and a naked woman in his bed, the latter almost enough to make him forget everything else. She was smooth, her bare skin like silk and satin under hands that felt too clumsy and unresponsive for his wants. Her small, nimble hands soothed his frustration, firing his anticipation with clever fingers that seemed to track the need under his skin while her mouth set fire to other places—the angle of his jaw, the jut of his collarbone, and below.

He reached for her with leaden arms still heavy with alcohol and sleep, but she just laughed, wicked and low, and slipped out of his grasp, and it was too dark to see, so he collapsed back into the pillows, the blur in his head turning jagged and sharp as he tried to make sense of things. But there was no thinking, not with her attacking from a different direction, her mouth a circle of fire on the inside of one knee, her tongue the brand of a torch on the bare skin of his thigh.

The sensations split cracks in the pain in his head, tiny fissures that memories squeezed through, blowing into life. Memories of arriving in Paris at his father’s command, of his father shouting, of him arguing back, and of the gut-wrenching blow when he’d realised that he had no choice…

His tongue felt thick, his mouth dry, and the unfamiliar taste of stale whisky clung thick on his breath. How much had he drunk?

Blood thundered in his ears, drumming in a skull that seemed to ache more with every beat, a beat that pushed his blood south until another part of him