Maisey Yates - Redeemed By His Stolen Bride / Crowning His Convenient Princess

The front door opened and Leonora heard voices—her mother’s too high and girlish, and Gabriel’s much lower. A light sweat broke out on her brow. She wished there was a mirror to check her reflection again.

Her black silk shirt dress with its wide belt had at one time been fashionable, with its thigh-high slit, but now she was afraid it was far too provocative and out of date. She touched the buttons again, to make sure they were done up as far as they could go—which didn’t feel high enough. And should she have put her hair up?

Footsteps approached and she realised she was clasping her hands like a schoolteacher. She unclasped them just before the door opened.

Leonora only saw Gabriel, filling the doorway as if this massive house had been built around him.

Her mother said redundantly, ‘Leo, Mr Torres is here.’

Leonora moved forward, shaky in high heels. For a ridiculous moment she wasn’t sure if she should put out her hand to shake his, but then he reached for her, taking her shoulders in his hands and bending down to kiss her on each cheek.

His scent caught her unawares, hurtling her back in time to the other evening. She put her hands up to his arms—in a bid to stay standing as much as anything else.

‘Señorita de la Vega. Thank you for agreeing to come and have dinner with me.’

There was a tone in his voice that made her look at him. Intimate. Complicit. It sent a flash of heat between her legs.

He straightened up and let her go. ‘Shall we?’

Leonora gave her mother a quick kiss and walked out ahead of Gabriel while he exchanged a few parting words with her mother. He came out and opened the passenger door of the car, waiting until she got in. She tried to gather herself as he came around the car and got in.

He sat behind the wheel. But instead of starting the car he looked at her and said, ‘Leo?’

It took her a second to understand his meaning. ‘Matías called me Leo when he was small. It kind of stuck…in spite of my father’s distaste for shortening names.’

Leonora couldn’t look away from those mesmerising gold-flecked eyes. His jaw was clean-shaven, but she could still remember the way her skin had felt so tender after kissing him. It had burned. Like she burned now…deep inside.

‘Leo…’ he said. Slowly. Testing it out. And then, ‘I like it. It suits you. Makes me think of a lioness.’

His mouth curved into a small smile and then he turned the ignition on and drove down the drive and out of the property.

Leonora was breathless. So much for trying to regain her composure. She’d never thought driving a car could be considered sexy, but watching the way Gabriel drove, with nonchalant confidence, was undeniably compelling.

She was able to study him as he drove, taking in the thick hair swept back off his forehead. The long aquiline nose, more than hinting at his exclusive lineage. The hard jaw and that sensual mouth, made for sin. And that powerful body. Hard and honed. Not an ounce of spare muscle.

A warrior’s body in the guise of a very modern man. All in all, an intoxicating package.

He glanced at her and she looked away, face burning. She realised her thigh was bared in the slit of the dress and hurriedly pulled it together, holding it with her hand.

‘I’ve seen your thigh, Leonora.’

Her face burned hotter. She didn’t know how to handle this…this flirting.

She blurted out, ‘The other night… It wasn’t… I don’t usually behave like that.’

Something shifted in the atmosphere as Gabriel pulled up smoothly to a red traffic light. She risked a look at him and saw he was staring straight ahead, hands on the wheel.

‘I thought as much,’ he said after a moment, the car moving forward again.

Now she felt even more exposed. Clearly her inexperience had been woefully obvious. But hopefully not the full extent of it.

‘Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?’

Leonora felt the blood drain from her face. From hot to cold in seconds. ‘How did you know?’ she asked through bloodless lips.

Thankfully Gabriel needed to focus on the traffic, so he was looking ahead and not at her.

‘Because I’ve never slept with a virgin before.’

Leonora wanted to slip down in the seat and disappear altogether, drowning in a pool of humiliation. But she forced herself to sit straight.

‘Why did you ask me out this evening if you know I’m such a novice? I’m sure there are many women who can provide more experienced entertainment.’

She felt him glance at her but she stared straight ahead.

‘You misunderstand me, Leonora. I did not say this was a negative thing.’ He waited a moment and then he said, in a low voice that rubbed along every nerve-ending, ‘In fact it was the most erotic experience of my life.’

That made Leonora even more rigid. ‘If you’ve asked me out because I’m some kind of novelty to you—’ Her flow of words halted when Gabriel swung abruptly into a layby and he came to a stop.

She looked at him and he turned to face her, the car idling. He looked stern and she swallowed.

‘I did not ask you out because you’re a novelty. I asked you out because I desire you very much.’

His gaze dropped to her mouth and he muttered something unintelligible to himself. Then, before she knew what was happening, he closed the distance between them, snaked a hand under her hair to the back of her neck and his mouth was on hers, possessing her so thoroughly that by the time he broke the kiss she was pressed against him, hands clutching at his jacket.

She was gasping, dizzy. After mere seconds. Her mouth throbbed. His kiss had been swift and explicitly sexual.

He raised a brow. ‘That is no novelty. That is the kind of chemistry and desire that comes along very rarely. Trust me. And I want much more than one night with you, Leonora—much more.’

Leonora couldn’t speak as Gabriel pulled back out into the traffic as if nothing had happened, his enigmatic comment reverberating in her head.

I want much more than one night…

What was he proposing? An affair? For her to become his mistress?

Everything in her balked at that because she knew she was not mistress material. She was a world away from the sophisticated women of the world he would know, in spite of her privileged upbringing. Until they’d lost all that privilege.

But then maybe he was only talking in terms of days…weeks. Gabriel Torres didn’t flaunt his affairs. He was discretion personified—which was largely how he’d built up such a mythical reputation. And a man like him wouldn’t be satisfied with one woman for long.

It was only when she saw that they were veering away from the city centre that she asked, ‘Where are we going?’

He glanced at her and she felt it like a searing brand. Dios.

‘We’re going to my home. My family home.’

‘Castillo Torres?’

Leonora was immediately intimidated. She’d visited the estate a few times in her lifetime, for social events with her parents. That long-ago polo match. Fundraisers. Galas. She hadn’t been in a long time, but she remembered it as being a huge and intimidatingly grand place.

In comparison, it made her own family castillo look like a cosy country cottage.

‘Yes. I trust that is okay?’

Leonora nodded. ‘Of course.’

The truth was that even if he’d taken her to a busy restaurant full of people it wouldn’t have lessened his intensity, or his power to intimidate. Maybe this was how he flew under the radar? He kept his liaisons confined to his elegant apartment or the castillo . Well out of the public eye.

Leonora didn’t like to think that she was the latest in a long line of women who had been invited back to the castillo , but she told herself she was being ridiculous. There was a long line of women before her and there would undoubtedly be a long line after her. She didn’t see a man like Gabriel Torres settling down to a life of domesticity any time soon.