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wouldn’t answer that,either. Then his jaw twitched. “You know your marriage is fake. Just as you know who I am.”
    “I don’t!”
    “My name is Xerxes Novros,” he bit out, watching her.
    Xerxes Novros.
    She’d heard Lars shouting out the name in a rage in a Swedish diatribe to his assistants and bodyguards. Now her husband’s apparent enemy had kidnapped her.
    Xerxes Novros.
    Rose suddenly couldn’t breathe. That name meant this wasn’t a mistake. This wasn’t a dream. She’d been kidnapped by her husband’s enemy. And from what she’d seen, he was a remorseless, vicious villain with a heart of ice.
    “What are you going to do with me?” she whispered.
    Xerxes gave her a chilling smile. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
    She didn’t believe him for an instant. She had to get out of here, before he tossed her out the window next! She grabbed at her door handle, but it was locked.
    Grimly, he shackled her wrists with his hands, pushing her back against the seat, his body crushing hers. “You cannot escape.”
    “Help!” she screamed, though she knew it was hopeless. “Somebody help me!”
    “No help is coming for you, Rose Linden.” He looked down at her with hatred in his black eyes. “You…are mine. ”

Chapter Two
    H E HADN’T expected her to be so beautiful.
    As the SUV flew down the road through the snowy night, Xerxes Novros stared down at the petite blonde beneath him, her slender wrists shackled in his hands. The instant she’d tried to escape, he’d instinctively covered her with his body, pressing her into the soft leather of the backseat.
    Xerxes could hear the soft pleading pant of her breath, smell the scent of fresh linen and tea roses that clung to her skin. Her every gasp lifted her full breasts higher above the tightly corseted satin bodice, until he thought the fabric could not contain her for much longer.
    His body tightened, and he forced himself to look away.
    He wasn’t supposed to want Rose Linden. Despise her, yes. Use her? Certainly.
    So how to explain this sudden rush of desire?
    Xerxes generally had one requirement before he bedded a woman: he had to want her. That was it. He had no interest in learning about her character, her so-called soul. What would be the purpose of such an exercise? He’d be done with her by morning.
    It wasn’t as if his mistresses were innocent virgins.They could take care of themselves. They had agendas of their own, usually lusting for his body, his money, his power or all three. Anyone could be bought, he knew. Everyone had a price.
    But wanting this particular woman was a new low, even for him. Rose Linden was amoral and mercenary, devious and ruthless and cunning. He’d known that, but somehow, he hadn’t expected her to be so beautiful. Now, he could almost understand why Lars Växborg had risked so much to take her as his pretend wife.
    Any man would want to possess a woman like this.
    She looked up at him, still panting, her eyes flashing. Her honey-blond hair had tumbled loose from the elegantly smooth chignon when he’d ripped the tiara off her head. Long blond tendrils now fell against her heart-shaped face, against skin like cream, smooth and fine with bright roses in her cheeks. Her eyes were the vivid turquoise of the Aegean, edged with thick black lashes. Her lips were full and pink and parted—her face flushed with passion and fury.
    She looked, Xerxes thought, like a woman who’d just made love in the heat of explosive fire.
    He wanted her. And that made him angry.
    She must be luring him deliberately, he thought, teasing him like a coquette. Turning her feminine charms on him in hopes of evading punishment, in hope of winning his heart to her side.
    Too bad for her that he had no heart.
    His men had been watching Trollshelm Castle for days, since Xerxes had first heard about this so-called wedding. Xerxes had planned to kidnap the baron, and make him reveal Laetitia’s location by force. But LarsVäxborg was too