The Seduction 2
Part 2 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, 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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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.
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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 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.”