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The Seduction 3
Part 3 of a filthy,
seductive new serial
by Roxy Sloane
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Copyright 2014 Roxy Sloane
Cover Photo: Dylan Borgman
Cover Design: Louisa Maggio at LM Creations
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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KEELY
The limo drives smoothly through the lushgreen of upstate New York. I look out of the tinted window at thebright sky and unfamiliar scenery and feel the knot of panic in mychest grow tighter. Just a few weeks ago, I was just a regulargirl. An overworked paralegal in a law firm in LA, struggling toget by and make my dreams of becoming a real lawyer true. Theneverything changed.
My client, Charles Ashcroft, died suddenly,naming me the sole heir to his half-a-billion dollar fortune. Hisadopted kids tried to fight it, claiming I manipulated and seducedhim 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 firsttime since the revelations. Ashcroft’s mansion is a couple of hoursoutside the city. They offered to send a chopper for me, but thefirst-class airplane tickets were dizzying enough. I spent thewhole flight in a state of terror, wondering what the hell iswaiting for me.
Now, we turn off the main road, and pauseoutside a huge pair of wrought-iron gates.
Oh God.
“We’re here,” I whisper, as the gates swingopen. Ashcroft Manor, the sprawling estate my late father calledhome. I never got to know him, but now maybe I’ll learn more aboutwho he really was.
I clutch the hand of the man beside me.Vaughn. Sexy, mysterious -- and the only person in the world I cantrust right now. He offered to come with me, and face the Ashcroftstogether. I leapt at his offer, afraid to enter the lion’s denalone. Brent Ashcroft, the eldest son, has already tried to get mefired and disinherited. I doubt the DNA test will stop him forlong.
Vaughn squeezes my hand. “Relax,” he ordersme, “You’ll be fine. I’m right here.”
“But look at it,” I stare out the window aswe head up the long, winding drive. The mansion looms in thedistance on the edge of a lake: four stories of sandstone, glowingin the summer sun. It’s huge, like something from a movie. “Thiscan’t be mine.”
“I told you to relax.” Vaughn releases me,moving his hand to my leg. He hikes my skirt higher, and slides hisfingers deep between my thighs.
I turn to him with a gasp. He’s looking atme with hooded eyes, and that steely, dominating smile on hisface.
“I wonder,” he muses, “if you can comebefore 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 wantyour sweet cunt clenching around my tongue in the next thirtyseconds. 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 burieshis face between my thighs.
Oh God.
“Look at you, gushing wet.” Vaughn smirks.He licks me hard through my panties, already soaked wet withdesire. “And it’s only been an hour since I fucked you on theplane.”
He nudges my clit with his nose. “Do youwant it?” he murmurs. “Do you want my tongue licking your deliciouspussy?”
I moan. How does he do this to me? “Yes,” Igasp. “Please.”
He yanks the fabric aside and buries histongue deep inside my aching cha
I let out a muffled cry, arching up againsthis wicked mouth. Oh fuck! I stuff my fist in my mouth to keep fromscreaming, conscious of the driver just a few feet away from usbehind the privacy screen.
Vaughn doesn’t care about anyone else butme. He didn’t care on the flight here: he bent me over the bathroomsink in the first class cabin and drove deep inside me until Ithought I’d die from pleasure. Now, my body aches all over again hefucks me with his tongue, driving it in and out in a relentlessrhythm that sends me wild, hurtling to the edge. I clutch the backof his head, trying to bring him deeper, bucking madly against hisface. He pulls out and licks up against my clit, a hard gorgeousswoop, over and over as he buries two fingers deep inside mywetness and pumps.
“Vaughn!” I whimper, pleasure crashingthrough me. The car is slowing, approaching the main house, but I’mtoo far gone. I bear down on his thrusting fingers, losing my mindat 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 ravenousorgy 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 myhead against the car door as the waves crash over me.
“Good girl.”
Vaughn pulls his fingers out, and then slipsthem into my mouth, commanding me with his eyes. I suck,breathless, feeling the orgasm slowly recede. “Now, pull yourselftogether,” he tells me smirking. “You just look like you came yourbrains out in the back of the limo.”
He pulls his jacket on, opening the door andstepping outside like nothing just happened.
I gasp for air, quickly pulling my skirtdown and smoothing back my hair. Holy crap. I wanted to arrive calmand collected, ready to face the challenge ahead.
Instead, I can feel the imprint of hisfingers deep inside me, the ache of my body still wanting more.
But you’re not nervousanymore, a mischievous voice pointsout. You’re too turned on tocare.
Taking a deep breath, I slide across theseat and climb out of the car. Outside, the house is even biggerthan before, looming up in front of me in an intimidatingshadow.
Vaughn is waiting, so I grab his hand andmake my way up the front steps. “Should we knock?” I whisper,looking around. They knew I was coming, but the place is like afortress: still and quiet.
Before he replies, there’s the sound of abolt being drawn back. The huge doors swing open.
“Keely.” It’s Brent, Ashcroft’s oldestadopted son. He’s dressed in a designer suit, his hair slickedback, and a smarmy smile on his face. “You made it. How was thetrip?”
“Fine, thanks.”
Vaughn has gone totally still beside me, soI untangle our fingers and reach to shake Brent’s outstretchedhand. “Thanks for having me,” I tell him awkwardly. “I know thismust be weird for you, but I hope we can find a way to getalong.”
“Of course.” Brent narrows his eyes,glaring. He turns.
“I’m sorry,” I say quickly. “I didn’tintroduce 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 theyknow each other?