Sweet Seduction

by Anthology

  Before I tell you about Dominic, I need for you to understand. I need you to get me. I need you to see that underneath it all, I’m not evil or cold. I’m just confused and scared. I need to tell you why.

  Why I don’t believe in love

  My grandmother was the closest person to me in the first 12 years of my life. She was sweet and cuddly and all those things that grandmas should be. Until I turned seven. When I turned seven, everything changed. I can remember the day clearly. I had come home from school all excited. This little boy, Jimmy, had given me a cute little note and said he liked me. Of course, I’d been beside myself. All the girls thought Jimmy was just the cutest. And when I say cutest I mean he had an adorable little face and sparkling eyes. I can’t even remember what color they were now. I remember I ran into the house and pulled that note out of my bag and I gave it to my grandma with such gusto and relish. I was caught up in myself as she read it. I was so excited and couldn’t wait to have her share in that with me.

  “What’s this, Saskia?” Her lips were thin and she gave me a look that showed me she wasn’t impressed.

  “It’s a note, Grandma.” I grinned up at her, still happy as can be. “Jimmy gave it to me.”

  “And who, pray tell, is Jimmy?”

  “My friend.” I grinned at her, seeing nothing wrong in having a friend who was a boy.

  “Give him the note back and tell him you can’t be friends.”

  “What?” I hadn’t understood why she was saying that, but I had sensed that she was suddenly angry.

  “Boys aren’t friends with girls. They only want one thing.”

  “What’s that, Grandma?”

  “They only want to take from you.” She sighed. “Everything that they can. And then they leave you. Ain’t no point being friends with boys. They will always hurt you.”

  “He hasn’t hurt me though, Grandma.”

  “He will.” She grabbed my hands. “Don’t ever let no boy get so close to you that he can hurt you. People will talk to you about love, but it ain’t real, baby girl. Men don’t love no one but themselves.”

  “Okay.” I’d walked to my room feeling confused and upset, but I never doubted what she said. Grandma was never wrong. That was the first of many conversations I’d had with my grandma about men, and her words were never far from my brain. I lived my life with her rules and I tried to never let any guy get so close that he could hurt me.

  ***

  I’m not ashamed to say that Dominic showed up fifteen minutes after Brad left that morning. It was weird seeing him, knowing that the last time I’d seen him he had been with Jessie. It was even weirder knowing that I’d already gotten over it. I’d been more shocked than hurt. Frankly, him being with Jessie was more of a pride thing. Which is why I think I agreed to what he asked me next.

  So when Dominic asked me to marry him, he didn’t actually mean he wanted to marry me. Well, he did and he didn’t. You see, at the time Jessie was threatening to go to the police about the shenanigans going on between her, Dominic and Aiden. Turns out she was as big a bitch as I thought. When I heard that, I wanted to call Aiden’s wife and laugh in her face, but I thought that would be a bit hypocritical. I wasn’t exactly in the position to be throwing stones. Dominic wanted me to be his cover. When he explained it to me, I wasn’t sure what to think. I mean, it’s not the most romantic thing in the world, but I’m a practical girl, I don’t need romantic.

  Let’s be honest, what I need is money. I don’t have a job, I’m not well educated, and I don’t want to live in the streets or even a studio apartment in Jersey City. I want a nice, big, luxurious apartment in Manhattan and I want to be taken care of.

  When Dominic showed up, I was happy to see him. There’s something about a man with a handsome face that makes you forget a multitude of sins. Especially when you realize you’re all alone, with no income coming in and no one else to fall back on.

  “So I have something exciting to tell you.” Dominic was grinning from ear to ear. It was as if he didn’t know how grossed out I’d been by him. In all actuality, I couldn’t even remember if I had told him. All I could think about was Brad and what had happened after I had left Dominic.

  “What’s that?”

  “So you know how you used to hook up with my dad?”

  “That’s exciting?” I frowned at him. Here it comes, I thought. He’s going to ask me for a threesome.

  “No, of course not.” He gave me a weird look. “However, he said he wants to give us a special gift.”

  “For what?”

  “He feels bad that he fucked his son’s wife.” Dominic shrugged. “He’s going to hand over his company to me.”

  “What?” My voice rose. “Are you kidding?” I looked at him in shock, not really understanding why Aiden would do all that.

  “Not kidding.” He grabbed ahold of me. “I’m going to be CEO, baby.”

  “Okay, that’s great.” I frowned. “But why?”

  “Do you really care why?” He frowned then. “You should be happy.”

  “I should be happy?”

  “You fucked my dad.” His eyes glinted.

  “You had a threesome with your dad,” I shot back at him straight-faced.

  “We never touched.” His eyes widened in shock and I smiled sweetly.

  “You’re a sick fucker.”

  “That’s to be decided.” He grabbed my hands. “Though it takes one to know one.”

  I stared into his eyes and for one brief moment all I could think about was Brad. The Brad I could never be with. I only allowed myself to think about him for a moment, though. That part of my life was over. I needed to move on and who better than with Dominic? He was just as messed up as me. We could play dirty with each other. And if he was about to become CEO, that would make it all better.

  So as you can see, I didn’t get my happily ever after. I got a happy with money and a beautiful baby. I got a husband that uses the word love, but doesn’t know what it means. I got to prove my grandma right. I got everything someone like me could ask for. But oh, my story doesn’t end here. You see, what happened next in my life shook everything around me and caused it to collapse. Everything I thought I knew. Everything you think you know. Well, it’s all wrong. It’s all twisted. You see, my story goes back a lot further and a lot deeper than you knew. You see, everything in my life was about to change once again. Only this time, this time, you’re going to see it from the other side.

  Author’s Note

  The End of Confessions of a Sexaholic. There will be a sequel out soon and if you would like to be notified as soon as the next book is out, please join my MAILING LIST.

  About J.S. Cooper

  J. S. Cooper was born in London, England and moved to Florida her last year of high school. After completing law school at the University of Iowa (from the sunshine to cold) she moved to Los Angeles to work for a Literacy nonprofit as an Americorp Vista. She then moved to New York to study the History of Education at Columbia University and took a job at a workers rights nonprofit upon graduation.

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  Adored

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  Adored – A Club Destiny novella is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Chapter One

  “One week? Really?”

  Tag smirked at McKenna. Sometimes his fiancée amused him to no end.

  Like now, when she was glaring back at him, pure disbelief backlighting her beautiful eyes.

  “One week. That’s all,” he informed her.

  McKenna sighed. “Fine. I’m sure I can get Whisper to cover the office without me for a week. I’m just gonna need advance notice so I can—”

  “We leave first thing in the morning,” Tag told her sternly, fighting a grin.

  The look she cast his way would’ve likely incinerated a lesser man. But Tag had been with McKenna long enough—close to two years now—to expect those fiery looks, especially when he sprung something on her that would take her away from work for longer than a minute.

  McKenna owned and operated Sensations, Inc.—her well-known online magazine geared toward swingers and the sexually taboo. It wasn’t unusual for her to work in excess of seventy hours a week. In fact, it was rare that she didn’t. McKenna had been highly successful before he’d met her, but since … well, she’d taken her company to an entirely different level thanks to the infamous club—Devotion—that they were members of.

  They were what their friends called a power couple. Sometimes, due to the volume of hours they each worked during the week, Tag wasn’t so sure that was meant to be a compliment. However, they did what they loved, and when they weren’t working, they were spending their time together. He couldn’t ask for much more than that.

  But at this point in time, McKenna was definitely married to her job. Which was why he’d known she wouldn’t be happy that he was taking her away for a week, but honestly, he hadn’t had any other choice.

  And this … this trip they were taking... Well, the timing wasn’t the only surprise he had in store for her. Not that he was going to tell her that just yet. He was a smart man, after all.

  “Really, Tag?” McKenna asked incredulously, her pitch rising with every word she spoke. “I just walked in the door. And now I’m supposed to pack? Where are we going?”

  “I’m not tellin’ you.”

  As he expected, her hands flew to her hips, she pursed her lips, cocked her head, and stared him down. He didn’t budge. She would have to do a lot better than that to shake him up.

  “So what am I supposed to pack? If I don’t know where we’re going, then—”

  “All taken care of,” he said softly, interrupting what would’ve likely been a long, drawn-out argument.

  Sometimes he wondered how she wasn’t a lawyer, as much of an argument as she liked to make. Considering he was a lawyer, he knew quite a few evasive maneuvers, and maybe that was why they worked so well together.

  “Tag.”

  What should’ve been one syllable turned into several, and he couldn’t resist any longer. Tag grinned as he stalked her, effectively backing her against the bedroom door. Curling his finger beneath her chin, he tilted her head slightly, staring down into those exotic blue-green eyes that he’d found himself lost in a million times since the day he’d met her.

  “Do you trust me, McKenna?” he asked, his voice low, serious.

  Her eyes widened, her mouth slowly closed, and she nodded her head.

  “Good. Then leave everything up to me. The only thing I want you to do is relax. I’m gonna spend the next seven days takin’ care of you.” He punctuated his statement by tapping her lightly on the nose and smiling.

  “But … seven days! Are you serious? Really?”

  Tag gently laid his finger over her lips and shook his head. “No arguing with me this time. You’re not gonna win.”

  “Can I at least take my laptop with me?” she mumbled against his finger.

  “Nope.”

  Aw, hell. That mischievous gleam he’d grown accustomed to ignited in her eyes, and the hint of a smile curled her lips. He dropped his hand to his side, waiting for what came next.

  “What if I try to persuade you?”

  He smiled. He’d been expecting this.

  Tag sucked in a breath when McKenna’s hand grazed his cock. The thin layer of his slacks did little to protect him from her probing fingers, and the pleasure was nearly too much.

  “And how do you intend to do that?” Hell. If she wanted to play this game, he was more than happy to oblige.

  “How ’bout I show you?”

  His mouth went dry the instant McKenna lowered herself to her knees in front of him. She didn’t hesitate before deftly unhooking his belt, releasing the button, and lowering the zipper of his slacks, freeing his cock. Nor did she waste any time before she sucked the head of his dick into the furnace of her mouth, drawing a hiss from him.

  “Fuck.” With one hand planted firmly on the wall, the other sliding into the silky strands of her fiery red hair, Tag gave himself over to her.

  The woman had a wicked mouth. He’d learned that early on in their relationship, and for the past two years, he’d been blessed to experience it on a very regular basis.

  “Damn, darlin’,” he growled. “Makes me wanna fuck your mouth hard and fast.”

  McKenna moaned, the vibrations shooting up his shaft and detonating in his balls, a flash fire exploding in his veins.

  “You want that? You want me to fuck your mouth?”

  She nodded.

  “Or would you prefer I tie you to the bed and spend the next half hour eating your sweet pussy while you scream my name?”

  Another moan, more vibrations.

  Lord have mercy. Hallelujah.

  As much as he wanted to let go, to lose himself right then and there, he had an agenda. One that he needed to follow to the letter if he intended to pull this off. Succumbing to her wicked torment was a surefire way of blowing it all—no pun intended—before he got what he wanted.

  And yes, there was something Tag wanted from this woman. Something he’d wanted for so long now he forgot what it was like before the need had begun clawing at his insides.

  “Baby. Fuck…” Tag knew he needed to pull out of her mouth, turn the tables on her, and take control, but he was having a hard time making his brain function. His ability to reason was quite literally being sucked right out of him.

  McKenna opted to add to his torture by kneading his balls with her soft, cool fingers, and he knew what she was doing. Which was why he had to put a stop to it.

  “Nuh-uh. Hands down. Behind your back,” he demanded, his voice rough from the pleasure coursing through him.

  Her hands instantly fell to her lap, and then she tucked them behind her back, which didn’t diminish his desire at all. Seeing her so submissive, doing exactly as he instructed, made his dick throb against her lips. It didn’t matter that she was still wearing her work clothes—a silky turquoise blouse and a pair of sexy gray slacks that showcased her narrow hips and enticing ass. In fact, that was probably even sexier than if she’d been naked on her knees with his dick in her mouth.

  Control. He had to take control.

  Placing his other hand in her hair, he cradled her head and held her still while he pumped his hips forward in a slow, rhythmic pattern, driving his cock deeper.

  “Don’t move,” he told her as he leisurely fucked her mouth. “Damn, that’s good, darlin’. Suck harder.” When the suction intensified, he picked up the pace, his eyes locked on her face, gauging just how much she could take. “I love your mouth. Love watching you on your knees, takin’ my dick. So fuckin’ hot, McKenna.”

  Tag was quickly approaching the point of no return, but he couldn’t seem to stop. As he’d told her, she was so fucking hot, and even though he knew exactly what she was doing, tempting him until he lost
every ounce of his control, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

  “Last chance,” he warned her. “You want me to come in your mouth?”

  McKenna gave him a slight nod and hummed an affirmative, which was exactly what he needed. Gripping her hair tighter, he increased his pace, fucking past her lips while she kept her eyes locked with his. A few more thrusts… “Fuck. Damn. Take it, McKenna. Swallow for me, baby.”

  His entire body stilled, his release barreling through him, his cock pulsing once, twice, and then he was coming in her mouth, watching as she swallowed every drop.

  Sliding his dick from between her lips, he released her hair and helped her to her feet, still maintaining eye contact. When she was standing before him, a smile on her lips, he smiled back.

  “You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?”

  McKenna trembled slightly, but her smile never faltered, and that mischievous gleam in her eyes intensified.

  “Of course you do. And for the next seven days,” he said, leaning down until his mouth was close to her ear, “I fully intend to pay you back for that little stunt.” He nipped her earlobe. “Do you think you can handle that?”

  McKenna’s arms came up, sliding around his neck, and Tag returned to his full height, looking down on her, his hands moving to her sides, his thumbs purposely grazing the sides of her breasts.

  “I know I can,” she stated with a full-fledged grin. “And I look forward to it.”