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, 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
KEELY
The limo drives smoothly through the lush green of upstate New York. I look out of the tinted window at the bright sky and unfamiliar scenery and feel the knot of panic in my chest grow tighter. Just a few weeks ago, I was just a regular girl. An overworked paralegal in a law firm in LA, struggling to get by and make my dreams of becoming a real lawyer true. Then everything changed.
My client, Charles Ashcroft, died suddenly, naming me the sole heir to his half-a-billion dollar fortune. His adopted kids tried to fight it, claiming I manipulated and seduced him 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 first time since the revelations. Ashcroft’s mansion is a couple of hours outside the city. They offered to send a chopper for me, but the first-class airplane tickets were dizzying enough. I spent the whole flight in a state of terror, wondering what the hell is waiting for me.
Now, we turn off the main road, and pause outside a huge pair of wrought-iron gates.
Oh God.
“We’re here,” I whisper, as the gates swing open. Ashcroft Manor, the sprawling estate my late father called home. I never got to know him, but now maybe I’ll learn more about who he really was.
I clutch the hand of the man beside me. Vaughn. Sexy, mysterious -- and the only person in the world I can trust right now. He offered to come with me, and face the Ashcrofts together. I leapt at his offer, afraid to enter the lion’s den alone. Brent Ashcroft, the eldest son, has already tried to get me fired and disinherited. I doubt the DNA test will stop him for long.
Vaughn squeezes my hand. “Relax,” he orders me, “You’ll be fine. I’m right here.”
“But look at it,” I stare out the window as we head up the long, winding drive. The mansion looms in the distance on the edge of a lake: four stories of sandstone, glowing in the summer sun. It’s huge, like something from a movie. “This can’t be mine.”
“I told you to relax.” Vaughn releases me, moving his hand to my leg. He hikes my skirt higher, and slides his fingers deep between my thighs.
I turn to him with a gasp. He’s looking at me with hooded eyes, and that steely, dominating smile on his face.
“I wonder,” he muses, “if you can come before 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 want your sweet cunt clenching around my tongue in the next thirty seconds. 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 buries his face between my thighs.
Oh God.
“Look at you, gushing wet.” Vaughn smirks. He licks me hard through my panties, already soaked wet with desire. “And it’s only been an hour since I fucked you on the plane.”
He nudges my clit with his nose. “Do you want it?” he murmurs. “Do you want my tongue licking your delicious pussy?”
I moan. How does he do this to me? “Yes,” I gasp. “Please.”
He yanks the fabric aside and buries his tongue deep inside my aching channel.
I let out a muffled cry, arching up against his wicked mouth. Oh fuck! I stuff my fist in my mouth to keep from screaming, conscious of the driver just a few feet away from us behind the privacy screen.
Vaughn doesn’t care about anyone else but me. He didn’t care on the flight here: he bent me over the bathroom sink in the first class cabin and drove deep inside me until I thought I’d die from pleasure. Now, my body aches all over again he fucks me with his tongue, driving it in and out in a relentless rhythm that sends me wild, hurtling to the edge. I clutch the back of his head, trying to bring him deeper, bucking madly against his face. He pulls out and licks up against my clit, a hard gorgeous swoop, over and over as he buries two fingers deep inside my wetness and pumps.
“Vaughn!” I whimper, pleasure crashing through me. The car is slowing, approaching the main house, but I’m too far gone. I bear down on his thrusting fingers, losing my mind at 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 ravenous orgy 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 my head against the car door as the waves crash over me.
“Good girl.”
Vaughn pulls his fingers out, and then slips them into my mouth, commanding me with his eyes. I suck, breathless, feeling the orgasm slowly recede. “Now, pull yourself together,” he tells me smirking. “You just look like you came your brains out in the back of the limo.”
He pulls his jacket on, opening the door and stepping outside like nothing just happened.