The Seduction 3
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| Roxy Sloane | |
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Warning: this book is full of mind-blowing sex, spanking, and dirty words. Proceed at your own risk -- spare panties required.
I thought he would protect me.
I believed his beautiful lies.
I wanted to give him everything – and I was willing to pay the price.
Now everything has changed.
He may be the Seducer, but I’ll be the one who takes the ultimate prize
The Seduction 3
Part
3 of a filthy,
seductive new serial
BY
ROXY SLOANE
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Copyright
2014 Roxy Sloane
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Photo: Dylan Borgman
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Design: Louisa Maggio at LM Creations
This is a work
of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are
products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead,
is entirely coincidental.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
KEELY
The limo drives
smoothly through the lush green of upstate New York. I look out of
the tinted window at the bright sky and unfamiliar scenery and feel
the knot of panic in my chest grow tighter. Just a few weeks ago, I
was just a regular girl. An overworked paralegal in a law firm in LA,
struggling to get by and make my dreams of becoming a real lawyer
true. Then everything changed.
My client, Charles
Ashcroft, died suddenly, naming me the sole heir to his
half-a-billion dollar fortune. His adopted kids tried to fight it,
claiming I manipulated and seduced him into changing his will, but
then a DNA test revealed the truth: I was his daughter. My claim was
legitimate.
The riches are mine.
Now I’m going to meet
them all for the first time since the revelations. Ashcroft’s
mansion is a couple of hours outside the city. They offered to send a
chopper for me, but the first-class airplane tickets were dizzying
enough. I spent the whole flight in a state of terror, wondering what
the hell is waiting for me.
Now, we turn off the
main road, and pause outside a huge pair of wrought-iron gates.
Oh God.
“We’re here,” I
whisper, as the gates swing open. Ashcroft Manor, the sprawling
estate my late father called home. I never got to know him, but now
maybe I’ll learn more about who he really was.
I clutch the hand of
the man beside me. Vaughn. Sexy, mysterious -- and the only person in
the world I can trust right now. He offered to come with me, and face
the Ashcrofts together. I leapt at his offer, afraid to enter the
lion’s den alone. Brent Ashcroft, the eldest son, has already tried
to get me fired and disinherited. I doubt the DNA test will stop him
for long.
Vaughn squeezes my
hand. “Relax,” he orders me, “You’ll be fine. I’m right
here.”
“But look at it,” I
stare out the window as we head up the long, winding drive. The
mansion looms in the distance on the edge of a lake: four stories of
sandstone, glowing in the summer sun. It’s huge, like something
from a movie. “This can’t be mine.”
“I told you to
relax.” Vaughn releases me, moving his hand to my leg. He hikes my
skirt higher, and slides his fingers deep between my thighs.
I turn to him with a
gasp. He’s looking at me with hooded eyes, and that steely,
dominating smile on his face.
“I wonder,” he
muses, “if you can come before we reach the front door.”
I gulp. The house is
barely a mile away. “Vaughn,” I breathe, but he quells me with a
look.
“That wasn’t a
question,” he growls. “I want your sweet cunt clenching around my
tongue in the next thirty seconds. We’re not getting out of this
limo until you come.”
In a quick motion, he
yanks my legs wider, pulling them towards him so I fall back on the
seat as he buries his face between my thighs.
Oh God.
“Look at you, gushing
wet.” Vaughn smirks. He licks me hard through my panties, already
soaked wet with desire. “And it’s only been an hour since I
fucked you on the plane.”
He nudges my clit with
his nose. “Do you want it?” he murmurs. “Do you want my tongue
licking your delicious pussy?”
I moan. How does he do
this to me? “Yes,” I gasp. “Please.”
He yanks the fabric
aside and buries his tongue deep inside my aching channel.
I let out a muffled
cry, arching up against his wicked mouth. Oh fuck! I stuff my fist in
my mouth to keep from screaming, conscious of the driver just a few
feet away from us behind the privacy screen.
Vaughn doesn’t care
about anyone else but me. He didn’t care on the flight here: he
bent me over the bathroom sink in the first class cabin and drove
deep inside me until I thought I’d die from pleasure. Now, my body
aches all over again he fucks me with his tongue, driving it in and
out in a relentless rhythm that sends me wild, hurtling to the edge.
I clutch the back of his head, trying to bring him deeper, bucking
madly against his face. He pulls out and licks up against my clit, a
hard gorgeous swoop, over and over as he buries two fingers deep
inside my wetness and pumps.
“Vaughn!” I
whimper, pleasure crashing through me. The car is slowing,
approaching the main house, but I’m too far gone. I bear down on
his thrusting fingers, losing my mind at the rough, thick plunge. “Oh
God, Vaughn, please!”
He growls against me, a
rumble of laughter, curling his fingers higher. He fucks me deep,
licking in a ravenous orgy of sensation. The car comes to a stop as I
lose all control, all decency as he closes his mouth around my clit
and sucks, hard. I come with a scream, jerking up from the seat so
hard I bang my head against the car door as the waves crash over me.
“Good girl.”
Vaughn pulls his
fingers out, and then slips them into my mouth, commanding me with
his eyes. I suck, breathless, feeling the orgasm slowly recede. “Now,
pull yourself together,” he tells me smirking. “You just look
like you came your brains out in the back of the limo.”
He pulls his jacket on,
opening the door and stepping outside like nothing just happened.
I gasp for air, quickly
pulling my skirt down and smoothing back my hair. Holy crap. I wanted
to arrive calm and collected, ready to face the challenge ahead.
Instead, I can feel the
imprint of his fingers deep inside me, the ache of my body still
wanting more.
But
you’re not nervous anymore
, a mischievous voice points
out.
You’re too turned on to
care.
Taking a deep breath, I
slide across the seat and climb out of the car. Outside, the house is
even bigger than before, looming up in front of me in an intimidating
shadow.
Vaughn is waiting, so I
grab his hand and make my way up the front steps. “Should we
knock?” I whisper, looking around. They knew I was coming, but the
place is like a fortress: still and quiet.
Before he replies,
there’s the sound of a bolt being drawn back. The huge doors swing
open.
“Keely.” It’s
Brent, Ashcroft’s oldest adopted son. He’s dressed in a designer
suit, his hair slicked back, and a smarmy smile on his face. “You
made it. How was the trip?”
“Fine, thanks.”
Vaughn has gone totally
still beside me, so I untangle our fingers and reach to shake Brent’s
outstretched hand. “Thanks for having me,” I tell him awkwardly.
“I know this must be weird for you, but I hope we can find a way to
get along.”
“Of course.” Brent
narrows his eyes, glaring. He turns.
“I’m sorry,” I
say quickly. “I didn’t introduce you. This is my... friend--”
“I know.” Brent
stops me with a smug grin. “Vaughn, my man, good to see you again.”
What
?
I turn to Vaughn in
confusion. How do they know each other?
VAUGHN
What the fuck?
It’s him. The smug
son of a bitch who hired me to seduce Keely. Standing in the doorway
with a shit-eating grin on that face of his. Brent Ashcroft.
Keely’s rival for the
Ashcroft millions. Her biggest enemy.
My greatest threat.
“How’ve you been?”
Brent smirks at me. I have to clench my fists not to smash his
fucking face in.
Keely looks back and
forth between us, her eyes wide with confusion. “I don’t
understand...” she whispers.
“We met at some
charity function, right?” I pretend like I’m just recognizing
him. “Sorry, man, so many faces at those things.”
“Right.” Brent
gives me a look, like he’s got my number. “It was a while back.”
“Oh.” I feel Keely
relax beside me. “What a strange coincidence!”
“Small world,” I
growl.
No fucking way is this
a coincidence.
Brent stands aside, and
Keely steps inside. “Wow,” she whispers, looking up at the
vaulted ceilings of the grand lobby. It’s all black and white tiled
floors and fuck-off oil paintings, with a huge staircase leading up
to the first floor.
“Albert will show you
to your suite.” Brent snaps his fingers sharply, and an old
white-haired guy in a suit hurries over. He reaches for the cases,
but I stop him. The dude has to be pushing eighty.
“I’ve got it.” I
easily hoist them over my shoulder.
“You get settled in,”
Brent tells us, still looking smug as hell. “Dinner is at eight
thirty. Nothing special, just family. Wear whatever.”
“See you later.”
Keely gives him a nervous smile. I can tell she’s overwhelmed, and
that look on her face only gets more awestruck as Albert takes us up
to the first floor and down a long corridor lined with Persian rugs.
Finally, he pushes open the double doors at the end of the hall.
“The Cerulean suite,”
he announces.
I dump our bags on the
thick carpet. The room is massive, filled with antique furniture and
an epic four-poster bed. Carved wood, a classic canopy... I run a
hand over the posts and test their resistant.
Yeah, they’ll take
her thrashing, tied up and blindfolded while I fuck that sweet ass
into submission.
“Is this to your
liking?” Albert asks politely.
“Yes, thank you.”
Keely smiles.
He nods, and backs out
of the room, closing the doors behind him.
“Can you believe this
place?” Keely exclaims. She goes to the window, looking out at the
view of lawns and fountains and -- yup, a goddamn lake. “It feels
like a fairytale. This can’t be mine.”
“But it is.” I
pause. “I left my wallet in the car,” I lie. “I’ll be right
back.”
She nods, and starts to
unpack. I walk back downstairs, my mind racing.
Brent fucking Ashcroft.
Was this his plan all along? Keely said something about a morality
clause in the will. She would get disinherited completely with any
evidence she’s done something wrong.
Am I Brent’s secret
weapon? Is that why he hired me to fuck her?
And why should I care?
You’re
here to ruin her too, remember?
As if I could forget.
Ashcroft destroyed my family. Drove my father to suicide. I swore I’d
have my revenge, but the bastard died before I could make him suffer.
Now, I’m going to tear his legacy down, brick by fucking brick, if
it’s the last thing I do.
Keely is his daughter.
His sole heir. The key to my darkest revenge. But only if she doesn’t
learn the truth about who I am.
“I have to say, I’m
surprised to see you here.”
I spin around. Brent’s
leaning against the wall in the lobby. He’s dropped the phony
smile. Now he’s glaring at me with angry suspicion.
“I figured when you
cancelled our arrangement, it meant that you’d failed.”
“I never fail,” I
shoot back. “I just don’t want to be in business with scum like
you.”
Brent narrows his eyes.
“I wonder what Keely thinks about our deal.”
I close the distance
between us in a few strides. “You don’t say a fucking word to
her.”
“Or what?” Brent
smirks, and this time I don’t hold back. I grab the lapels of his
over-priced suit and slam him up against the wall.
“I don’t think you
heard me,” I growl, my voice like steel. I twist his collar,
cutting off his air supply. “If you value you’re life, you’ll
keep that fucking mouth shut about me, do you understand?”