The Seduction 2

The Seduction 2

Part 2 of a filthy,

seductive new serial

by Roxy Sloane

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Copyright 2014 Roxy Sloane

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, placesand incidents either are products of the author’s imagination orare used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or localesor persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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1

Show me a woman who doesn’t like to bedominated, and I’ll show you a fucking liar.

It’s OK, you can admit it. I won’t tell. Youwant it rough and deep and dirty. You want my cock pounding so deepinto your pussy, you see God.

Most guys, they don’t know shit. They thinkyou want a goddamn Hallmark card: flowers and candy and talkingabout your feelings. But when you close your eyes at night, I’m theone you fantasize about: yanking your hair back and slamming inballs-deep from behind. Shoving you down on your knees and fuckingyour wet, empty mouth with my massive cock. Spanking you untilyou’re sore and dripping and begging for more.

Yeah, I know how you want it. I know all thesecret, shameful things you can’t say out loud -- laying theresilently while he jackrabbits away, scared to touch like you’dbreak in two if he went any harder.

But you want to break. You want to feel mycock buried deeper than you’ve ever felt before. You want to besobbing, gasping, desperate for another taste.

Because what you really want issurrender.

To give yourself completely to my everydemand. Submit to me, body and soul. You want to hear the steel inmy voice when I tell you exactly how to please me. And you want toknow, I won’t hesitate to punish you if you don’t follow mycommands to the letter.

Yeah, that’s right. I’ll punish you, and Iwon’t go gentle either. I’ll bend you over and spank that sweet assuntil it’s branded with my handprint. Until it hurts so good, youforget where the line is between pleasure and pain.

And trust me, I’m not fucking around.

I’ll make you beg for it. I’ll make youscream. And when you’re collapsed on the bedroom floor, tight andaching and dripping with my cum, I’ll give you what you want.

I’ll make you come your fucking brainsout.

Because I’m the Seducer. And now I’m in wayover my head.

I thought Keely was just a job to me,another girl to screw. But now she’s under my skin, and I can’tjust walk away. My secrets are spiraling out of control, but Ican’t quit now. She doesn’t realize the danger she’s facing—or thather biggest threat is me.

I want to protect her, but I could wind updestroying us both.

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KEELY

Five hundred million dollars.

Even now, I can’t get my head around it.It’s like saying, ‘a million miles’ or ‘a thousand percent.’They’re just numbers, zeros on the page. They don’t meananything.

Except this is real -- if what they’retelling me is true.

Five hundred million dollars. And it’s allmine.

“The first thing we do when you get themoney is take you shopping.” My best friend, Justine, arrives in aclatter of fuck-me heels and attitude. “The seconds thing isshopping some more. Rodeo Drive is calling your name.”

“Don’t say that.” I twist my bracelet aroundmy wrist. It feels like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, aboutto jump off. My life could change forever. “You’ll jinx it. Wedon’t even know if June was telling the truth.”

“You said she was scared out of her mind,”Justine reminds me. “She wouldn’t have come to see you if it wasn’treal. This is crazy shit.”

My heart is racing, even though this shouldbe a breeze. A simple reading of the last will and testament, I’vebeen here a dozen times before.

Except those times, I was working on thecase. A paralegal. An anonymous worker bee. Now... Well, now I’mthe one finding out my fate, and it scares me half to death.

I’ve barely had time to get my head aroundit. Three days ago, a woman showed up on my doorstep and told methat my firm’s biggest client, billionaire Charles Ashcroft, wasdead -- and he’d left his fortune to me.

Five hundred million dollars.

I barely have a couple of hundred bucks inmy bank account right now. From a pe

“It doesn’t make any sense,” I tell Justinefor the hundredth time. “I barely knew the guy. I helped him withsome legal documents, that’s all.”

“Yeah, but you said, he was way toofriendly,” Justine reminds me. “Asking you all kinds of personalquestions, trying to give you that heirloom bracelet.”

“I thought he was just being eccentric!” Iprotest. “I never thought for one second he would do something likethis.”

I never saw it coming, not even close. Whywould Ashcroft leave everything to me? But then, I’ve beendistracted the past couple of weeks.

This could be the biggestday of my life, changing everything I’ve ever known. But I stillcan’t get him offmy mind.

Vaughn.

Sexy and dangerous, with a filthy mouth anda body that could make a grown woman weep with joy. And I did. He’sthe most intoxicating man I’ve ever known, and since the day hestrolled into my boss’s office, looked me in the eye, and told mehe wanted to fuck me senseless, I’ve been ru

Reckless. Alive. Sexy.

Even now, I blush toremember. The way he ordered me to pleasure him. How I knelt, nakedon my hands and knees. The thrill I felt, submitting to his everyword. And the wicked, sensual, forbidden things he did with my body.Things I can’t even whisper to myself in the privacy of mymind.

I feel a pang in my chest, confusion andhurt that shows no signs of fading. I was ready to give himeverything, begging for his touch -- and then it all fellapart.

He’s been calling me ever since, leavingvoicemails, demanding answers, but I can’t bring myself to facehim.

I’m scared just one look in those piercingblue eyes will undo my resolve. I’ll remember just how amazing itfelt to be in his arms, to feel his tongue on my body, and thenI’ll give in to the desire again and ignore all the warning signstelling me to run.

He’s dangerous,I tell myself. You’rebetter off without him. And you have bigger things to worry aboutnow.

The doors fly open, and tall, dark-hairedman in his late twenties strides in.

“Oh shit,” I whisper to Justine.

“Trouble?”

“Ashcroft’s son, Brent,” I explain. “I methim at the hospital after Ashcroft was admitted. He creeps meout.”

“Yeah, well he doesn’t look too thrilledwith you either.”

She’s right. Brent gives me a look thatwould strip paint, hostile and furious. Behind him, a slim brunettegirl on towering stiletto heels walks in, followed by asandy-haired guy in jeans.

Those must be his other kids, Isabelle andFord. Ashcroft said, they’d squandered half his fortune betweenthem, and barely even gave him the time of day anymore. He sworehe’d disinherit them, and I guess he followed through on thatthreat.