by Roxy Sloane
The Seduction 2
Part 2 of a filthy,
seductive new serial
by Roxy Sloane
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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.
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1
Show me a woman who doesn’t like to be dominated, and I’ll show you a fucking liar.
It’s OK, you can admit it. I won’t tell. You want it rough and deep and dirty. You want my cock pounding so deep into your pussy, you see God.
Most guys, they don’t know shit. They think you want a goddamn Hallmark card: flowers and candy and talking about your feelings. But when you close your eyes at night, I’m the one you fantasize about: yanking your hair back and slamming in balls-deep from behind. Shoving you down on your knees and fucking your wet, empty mouth with my massive cock. Spanking you until you’re sore and dripping and begging for more.
Yeah, I know how you want it. I know all the secret, shameful things you can’t say out loud -- laying there silently while he jackrabbits away, scared to touch like you’d break in two if he went any harder.
But you want to break. You want to feel my cock buried deeper than you’ve ever felt before. You want to be sobbing, gasping, desperate for another taste.
Because what you really want is surrender.
To give yourself completely to my every demand. Submit to me, body and soul. You want to hear the steel in my voice when I tell you exactly how to please me. And you want to know, I won’t hesitate to punish you if you don’t follow my commands to the letter.
Yeah, that’s right. I’ll punish you, and I won’t go gentle either. I’ll bend you over and spank that sweet ass until it’s branded with my handprint. Until it hurts so good, you forget 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 you scream. And when you’re collapsed on the bedroom floor, tight and aching and dripping with my cum, I’ll give you what you want.
I’ll make you come your fucking brains out.
Because I’m the Seducer. And now I’m in way over 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’t just walk away. My secrets are spiraling out of control, but I can’t quit now. She doesn’t realize the danger she’s facing—or that her biggest threat is me.
I want to protect her, but I could wind up destroying us both.
2
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 mean anything.
Except this is real -- if what they’re telling me is true.
Five hundred million dollars. And it’s all mine.
“The first thing we do when you get the money is take you shopping.” My best friend, Justine, arrives in a clatter of fuck-me heels and attitude. “The seconds thing is shopping some more. Rodeo Drive is calling your name.”
“Don’t say that.” I twist my bracelet around my wrist. It feels like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, about to jump off. My life could change forever. “You’ll jinx it. We don’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’t real. This is crazy shit.”
My heart is racing, even though this should be a breeze. A simple reading of the last will and testament, I’ve been here a dozen times before.
Except those times, I was working on the case. A paralegal. An anonymous worker bee. Now... Well, now I’m the one finding out my fate, and it scares me half to death.
I’ve barely had time to get my head around it. Three days ago, a woman showed up on my doorstep and told me that my firm’s biggest client, billionaire Charles Ashcroft, was dead -- and he’d left his fortune to me.
Five hundred million dollars.
I barely have a couple of hundred bucks in my bank account right now. From a penniless paralegal to a wealthy heiress overnight? I can’t believe it’s real.
“It doesn’t make any sense,” I tell Justine for the hundredth time. “I barely knew the guy. I helped him with some legal documents, that’s all.”
“Yeah, but you said, he was way too friendly,” Justine reminds me. “Asking you all kinds of personal questions, trying to give you that heirloom bracelet.”
“I thought he was just being eccentric!” I protest. “I never thought for one second he would do something like this.”
I never saw it coming, not even close. Why would Ashcroft leave everything to me? But then, I’ve been distracted the past couple of weeks.
This could be the biggest day of my life, changing everything I’ve ever known. But I still can’t get him off my mind.
Vaughn.
Sexy and dangerous, with a filthy mouth and a body that could make a grown woman weep with joy. And I did. He’s the most intoxicating man I’ve ever known, and since the day he strolled into my boss’s office, looked me in the eye, and told me he wanted to fuck me senseless, I’ve been running from my desire, trying my best to stay out of his reach. But I couldn’t run forever -- not with the way he makes me feel.
Reckless. Alive. Sexy.
Even now, I blush to remember. The way he ordered me to pleasure him. How I knelt, naked on my hands and knees. The thrill I felt, submitting to his every word. And the wicked, sensual, forbidden things he did with my body. Things I can’t even whisper to myself in the privacy of my mind.
I feel a pang in my chest, confusion and hurt that shows no signs of fading. I was ready to give him everything, begging for his touch -- and then it all fell apart.
He’s been calling me ever since, leaving voicemails, demanding answers, but I can’t bring myself to face him.
I’m scared just one look in those piercing blue eyes will undo my resolve. I’ll remember just how amazing it felt to be in his arms, to feel his tongue on my body, and then I’ll give in to the desire again and ignore all the warning signs telling me to run.
He’s dangerous, I tell myself. You’re better off without him. And you have bigger things to worry about now.
The doors fly open, and tall, dark-haired man in his late twenties strides in.
“Oh shit,” I whisper to Justine.
“Trouble?”
“Ashcroft’s son, Brent,” I explain. “I met him at the hospital after Ashcroft was admitted. He creeps me out.”
“Yeah, well he doesn’t look too thrilled with you either.”
She’s right. Brent gives me a look that would strip paint, hostile and furious. Behind him, a slim brunette girl on towering stiletto heels walks in, followed by a sandy-haired guy in jeans.
Those must be his other kids, Isabelle and Ford. Ashcroft said, they’
d squandered half his fortune between them, and barely even gave him the time of day anymore. He swore he’d disinherit them, and I guess he followed through on that threat.
Brent strides over. “I don’t know what you did to my father, you little slut,” he accuses. “But you won’t get a penny, you understand?”
Justine rises to her feet and gives him a cool look. “Refrain from talking to my client. This will all be settled when the will is read.”
“That will is a fucking joke,” he curses. “She’s the one who wrote the damn thing!”
“I didn’t,” I protest. Justine gives me a look to say shut up, but I can’t help it. “I filed the paperwork, and helped with his typing. That’s all.”
“We’ll see about that.” Brent narrows his eyes at me in a cold glare. “Everyone knows your reputation. There’s no way a judge will uphold it in court.”
The three march past me, straight into the office without knocking.
“What does he mean, my reputation?” I turn to Justine in confusion.
“Hell if I know.” She shrugs.
The door opens, and an assistant leans out. “We’re ready for you now,” she says.
Justine reaches for her purse. “Ready to find out if your a multi-millionaire?”
I take a breath. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
* * *
Inside the conference room, Ashcroft’s kids are sitting scowling at me. There are a few people in suits I don’t recognize, and a few that I do, but everyone turns to look at me as I make my way to a free seat.
I hear their whispers as I pass.
“She’s the one...”
“Gold-digger. He left her everything....”
I feel like an intruder as I take a seat in the back. I’m not supposed to be here, it’s clear.
“Ignore them,” Justine whispers, loud enough for the whole room to hear. “They’re just jealous.”
I give her a grateful smile. I don’t know where I’d be without her -- probably still crying in my apartment over what happened with Vaughn. She was the one who called me that night the minute she heard about Ashcroft. She dragged me out, and tried to distract me. Which isn’t easy, when I feel so mixed up inside.
A stern-looking lawyer clears his throat, standing at the front of the room. “Are we ready to begin?”
Brent stands. “I don’t know why you’re going through with this farce. That will be thrown out the minute I get hold of a judge.”
“Be that as it may, I’m required to read it.” The lawyer is unmoved. “Please take your seat.”
Brent scowls, but he slumps back into his seat.
The lawyer clears his throat, and lifts the first page. My heart races. I sit forwards, suddenly panicked. I grip Justine’s hand tight.
This is it.
“I, Charles Ashcroft, being of sound mind and judgment, do hereby state my last will and testament,” the lawyer starts to read. “This will voids all previous documents, and is a legal and binding document.”
Brent snorts.
“To my adoptive children, Brent, Isabelle, and Ford, I hereby bequeath a million dollars each, and voting shares in Ashcroft Industries as set out in their trusts.”
I inhale in surprise. Adoptive children? I didn’t know they weren’t his biological kids. Ashcroft never mentioned it, and despite his comments about disinheriting them all, he’s been more than generous. A million dollars each!
But when I sneak a look at them, Brent is still scowling, like that’s nothing at all. And maybe to someone like him, it isn’t.
“I also leave monies to several charities, listed here--”
“Who gives a fuck what animal shelter he’s supporting?” Brent interrupts. “Tell us the real stuff.”
“Real charming,” Justine snorts, but I can’t even crack a smile. This is too important for jokes.
“Very well.” The lawyer picks up the paper again. “The remainder of my estate, including all property, savings, stock, and majority voting rights on the Ashcroft Industry board, I leave to Keely Elizabeth Fawes, of 3020 San Vicente Boulevard.”
I sit back in shock, listening to the hum of gossip flooding the room.
It’s true.
He left me everything. His whole fortune, mine.
But why?
3
VAUGHN
I’m buried to the hilt in a juicy wet mouth, and I don’t feel a motherfucking thing.
“Yes!” the girl gasps, sucking me deeper. She’s moaning, rubbing her clit with one hand as she jerks me off with the other, letting out a desperate whimper with every bob of that pretty blonde head. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me, Vaughn!”
I growl, yanking her hair back and slamming so deep I hit the back of her throat. Trying to distract myself. But I can’t. It’s not her moans I hear echoing in my head, and when I close my eyes, it’s not her face I see.
Keely.
On her knees, gasping in pleasure. Her peach of an ass mottled red from my slaps, her pretty little voice screaming out for dear life.
“Fuck me! Spank me!”
Goddamn, that girl was a miracle. The screw of the century -- and I never even got to claim her pussy. She fled before I could fuck her for real, leaving me standing like an idiot with my dick throbbing hard and her juices still wet on my tongue.
This girl works my dick like a fucking pro, her sweet tits bouncing, her tongue flicking hard, but fuck, it’s not working.
“Do you feel that, baby? Do you?”
Not even close.
I’ve had enough of this bullshit. I haven’t come in three fucking days, not since Keely pulled her disappearing act. I thought this little blonde number would do the trick -- all fuck-me eyes and a cute little mouth just waiting to be filled with my cock, tonight, it’s not playing.
I only wants to fuck one sweet pussy, and she sure as hell isn’t here right now.
Damn it. I swore I wouldn’t go through this again. I pull out of the blonde’s mouth and yank my jeans back up.
“But you haven’t come yet,” she whines. She slides forwards on her stomach, reaching for my cock. “I can make you feel real good.”
“Sorry, babe,” I sigh, pushing her firmly away. “Not tonight.” I grab my jacket from the door.
I let myself out of her apartment and head downstairs, my blood still boiling with anger and frustration.
She walked away. Keely. She fucking ran. And nobody ever walks away from me -- especially not once I’ve shown them what it feels like to be fucked by a real man. She came for me, over and over again -- throbbing around my fingers, dripping on my tongue. I gave that girl a pleasure that should make her my willing slave for life, so what the fuck happened to make her change her mind?
I’m heading for my car when my phone vibrates with a text.
When are you going to complete the contract?
I’m not a patient man.
Get it done.
I stop.
The whole reason I started chasing Keely in the first place is my mysterious client. The creepy fucker who hired me to seduce her. Keely is way more than a job to me right now, but that doesn’t mean the client isn’t on my case night and day to close the deal.
This time, we’re both in perfect agreement. I need to be buried to the fucking hilt in her tight little cunt before I lose my mind.
Fuck it. I start the engine with a growl. I’m going to find her. I need to, and this time, I won’t let her get away.
4
KEELY
I ride home in a daze.
Justine keeps chattering in the driver’s seat about shopping and designer clothes and luxury vacations on a tropical beach somewhere, but I can’t hear a word. All I can focus on is the uneasy feeling in my chest, like something is seriously wrong.
When she pulls up outside my apartment, I don’t get out. I sit there, staring at the printed copy of the will that’s heavy in my hands.
“I can’t take it,” I say quietly. “The money. His
kids are right. It doesn’t belong to me.”
“Hello?” Justine stares at me like I’m crazy. “We just sat through an hour of boring legal shit that proves you do.”
I shake my head. “Something doesn’t add up. It wouldn’t be right. Besides, what am I going to do with it all? I can’t run a company, or a multi-million dollar foundation!”
“That’s why you hire people to do it for you!” Justine sees the panic on my face and stops. “Look, it’s a shock, I get it. But this is a good thing. Don’t you realize? That kind of money, you can have anything you want. Anything!”
But as I say goodbye and get out of the car, a little voice whispers.
Not anything. Not Vaughn.
I trudge up the stairs to my apartment, still thinking of his piercing blue eyes and that delicious filthy mouth. I can’t get him out of my head, no matter how hard I try.
I’ve never felt like this about anyone. Never had someone crash through my defenses. Ever since my parents died, killed in a car accident when I was eighteen, I’ve felt shut off from the world. Sure, I date, and hang out with friends, and act like everything’s fine, but a part of me has always felt closed off. Numb. Unable to make a connection with someone and be real, right there in the moment with them.
Until him.
“I’ve been looking for you, babe.”
Vaughn’s voice filters through my thoughts, and for a moment, I think I’m imagining him. But no, there he is, leaning against my door with his arms crossed, looking good enough to eat in a white button-down and dark denim jeans; stubble across his jaw.
And you’d know how he tastes.
Delicious.
“I don’t like it when you ignore my calls.” Vaughn’s mouth twists in a wicked smile. “I’ll have to spank you for that.”
I feel a bolt of lust shatter through me, but I fight to keep control.
“I thought you’d get the hint,” I tell him, gritting my teeth. “I don’t want to see you ever again.”
I try and push past him to open the door, but Vaughn is six foot two of taut muscle, and he doesn’t move an inch.
“What the hell happened, Keely?” The laughter drops from his tone. “One minute, you were begging me to fuck you, and the next, I couldn’t see you for dust.”
