Blackmailed For The Billionaire’s Pleasure(32)

CHAPTER SIX


The flight back was so different from the one they had taken the previous day. Craig had sat reading over papers nursing a large whisky while ignoring Kira who had stared miserably out of the window her unfocussed eyes not seeing the clouds which passed them.

As the chauffeured car had approached them, Kira had ignored his hand as he had moved to help her in, making him frown.

“How long do you intend keeping this up for” he asked beside her as the car moved off.

She turned from him ignoring his question, until his hand had gripped her chin forcing her head around to face him

“I asked you a question” he angrily spoke his eyes flashing down on her.

“And I damn well don’t want to answer” she had bit back just as angrily returning his look

To her annoyance his lips had twitched as a smile had appeared on his arrogant face, and at that moment Kira had wanted to hit him to wipe the superior look from him

“That’s better” he said softly before releasing her

“So what would you like to do for the rest of the day” he asked conversationally

She glared back at him

“Go have dinner with Bill” she threw back at him

Craig had laughed softly

“You don’t know when to let something go do you Kira” he had said as she scowled at him

“Why are you asking me” she spat back “It’s your holiday….I’m just the light relief…remember”

He had sighed impatiently

“This is pointless” he began before she cut in

“You made the rules, when you blackmailed me to come with you”

Craig sat back in his seat watching her rigid body as she once more turned away from him. His face was angry as her words washed over him.

“Fine have it your way” he spoke as silence fell between them.

Kira looking out of the window felt numb and cold. Her heart was broken in a thousand pieces and she just wanted to crawl into a corner and lay there for hours feeling the misery seeping into her body. She had dared to feel the way she once had about him and once again he had destroyed her. He had used her and then turned the dagger into her heart and yet again she didn’t know why. Kira held back the tears which wanted to spill down praying that she could survive the next few days finally realising how much contempt and hatred he had for her. Kira Black had been hurt many times in her young life, but never as badly as she had been by him, and the worst thing was that she still yearned for him to love her. With a self loathing twist of her lips she blamed herself completely.

As they pulled up outside the villa once more Kira didn’t even stop to take in the wonderful building but moved quickly into the hallway. Stopping there, not sure where next to go, she waited for him to follow her.

She watched as he stood by the car looking out at the gardens, frowning slightly lost in thought before with a small sigh he had moved into the house to join her

“Kira, how about we just forget about what happened this afternoon” he said looking into her eyes

Kira stared back at him in disbelief “there is something very wrong with you Craig” she replied coldly “You are like some kind of chameleon….one minute nice the next cruel and ….” She didn’t finish that sentence seeing the flash of anger in his eyes

“You would know all about cruel wouldn’t you” he said “You are a master of it aren’t you sweetheart” he said his fingers digging into her arms.

“Let go off me” she bit at him, suddenly just wanting to escape into that corner and curl up and let the tears flow

But Craig had other plans and pulling her roughly into his arms he had dropped his lips to hers.

Kira closed her eyes clenching her mouth shut tight. As much as his presence was causing every part of her body to jump with electric pulses of need she felt completely heart sick and held herself rigid in his arms.

Pushing her away from him he had glared down at her

“So its going to be like that is it” he snarled in a low voice

“Fine, we’ll pick this up later”.

Before he had moved past her to go into his study

“I’ve work to do so don’t disturb me Kira….you know the routine”

As the door slammed shut she moved back up stairs to their room, curling up on one of the large sofas which covered the balcony she stared out over the sea allowing the sounds and smells to wash over her until she felt calm enough to function.

Pulling off the clothes from that morning she had changed into more functional shorts and a tea shirt along with walking shoes. She suddenly had a great urge to walk, and looking from the balcony had decided to follow a path which seemed to hug the cliff. Grabbing one of the bottles of water which sat on the bedside cabinets she had left the room