Casacelli Brides: Four powerful men, and the women who tame them. A sizzling Christmas collection. by Clare Connelly

Author:Clare Connelly [Connelly, Clare]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2014-12-01T05:00:00+00:00

People thought that mobile phones could only be traced when calls were placed, or messages were sent.

This was not the case, and He was glad of it. He had known it would only be a matter of time before He found her. Though it had taken more time than he had wanted, he’d finally located her signal.

She could run, but hiding from someone with His specific skill set was not possible. In the game of Cat and Mouse they’d been playing for months, Kat was his mouse. His pretty little play thing. The game was almost up.

He waited impatiently for the flickering red dot to shrink down on his computer screen. It beeped at him reassuringly and then, finally, stopped moving and froze on the map he’d loaded up.

Italy.

She’d gone to Italy?

Well, that was a surprise. He’d thought she might take off somewhere but why Italy? Why now?

His grin was loaded with menacing intent, as he thought about her body. The body he’d spied on countless nights while she slept. While she bathed. While she worked out at the gym. A body he had long thought of as His. A body that decorated His walls, that was burned into His mind.

He wiped the Cheetos dust from his fingers and zoomed the mouse in, closer and closer, until the dot hovered above a small town in the middle of Tuscany. Stellamare. It was a pretty sounding town for what He had planned. The final stage of their game would be as epic as Kat deserved. She would not suffer, much, but His face would be the last thing she saw before she died.

He looked up at his favourite photograph of his Mouse. Reclining on her sofa, watching the news, he’d snapped it from her balcony. He’d been only meters away; close enough to hear her end of the conversation, so close he could almost smell her. Yet he’d maintained his distance, waited until she’d gone to bed and then slipped inside to pinch a pair of her delicate briefs and photograph her sleeping.

“I’m coming for you, Kit Kat, and you’re going to be sorry you ever left me,” He promised the picture.

With a decisive nod and a flicker of excitement that the final stage of their game was about to get underway, he loaded up an internet browser and booked a ticket to Florence. In a day, at most, He would have her.

CHAPTER FIVE

“Did I fall asleep?” Kat murmured self-consciously as she pushed up from the steadily breathing wall of hard flesh beneath her. Marcos mumbled something but then, as she looked down at his face, she saw that he, too, was asleep.

His dark lashes fanned down against his cheeks, his hair curling a little around his temples. He was so dynamic and intimidating that she rarely got the chance to properly stare at him. Now, in repose, she took full advantage of his slumberous state to admire his chiselled jaw, and soft, perfectly kissable lips. Those cheekbones that were carved into the granite of his face, and the small dimple in his chin.

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