Page 35 of Vengeful Seduction
I felt her long, slender legs lock around my waist like she never wanted to let me go. Each slow thrust seemed to bring us closer together, and for once, I let myself just go with it.
I knew women weren’t to be trusted. I even knew this woman wasn’t to be trusted, and I knew it could lead to heartbreak if I forgot it. But it was so easy to just lose myself in her, in our erotic dance, and for once in my life I decided to just let myself do it.
Only it didn’t really feel like a decision. It was more like my heart took over for me and I didn’t try to fight it too much. Buried deep inside of her, nothing else seemed to matter.
Each thrust and pump of my hips brought me just a little bit closer to giving in. By the time my orgasm was building, by the time I felt the familiar heat and pleasure as it coiled in my balls and made them clench up, I had forgotten all about why I was doing this at all.
“I’m so close,” she panted, and I was glad to hear it. I had a certain amount of pride in my lovemaking and I wasn’t going to be happy with myself if I didn’t give her pleasure too. At the same time, I knew I wouldn’t be able to last very long.
“Together,” I rasped, clutching her slender, sweating body close to mine. As sappy as it sounds, I almost felt like the two of us really had become one person, linked together by body, mind, and soul.
Of course, it was all nonsense, and on some level, I knew it. It was a fun fantasy, though, and it made our joining much more intense, which was all for her benefit. If Kaye believed we were really connecting, it would just make it easier for me to continue to reel her in.
“David!” her hoarse, sexy little cries of pleasure filled the room. Her cunt, which had already been so tight around me, squeezed me so hard that the pleasure was almost painful. It seemed to draw my release from me, milking me for it, and I growled softly as she convulsed around me.
In seconds, I was spilling inside of her, pumping her full of my fluids. Her noises as she clenched rhythmically around me only seemed to draw my orgasm out, taking everything I had to give until I had to fight not to collapse on top of her.
Slowly, she unclenched her beautiful body from around me, and I was able to roll off of her and lay beside her instead. Both of us were flushed, practically glowing from the intensity of the pleasure that had rocked through us. I pulled her into my arms without even the slightest thought of protest.
She felt good there. She felt like she belonged there, and when she nuzzled her head into my chest, my heart did a strange little lurch. I suddenly found it much more difficult to breathe—and it had nothing to do with exertion.
“David,” she whispered, grinning at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling as she gazed at me. “Thank you.”
She was thanking me?
She had literally just thanked me for taking her virginity.
If she only knew just what I had in store for her …
“I wanted to talk to you,” Kaye suddenly said, as though she had just made up her mind about something. I arched an eyebrow and glanced down at her, draping my arm around her shoulder and pulling her close to me.
Those words had been known to worry even the bravest of men, but after what we had just shared, I didn’t feel like I had much to worry about. So I just smiled at her and nodded.
“The money. From your grandfather,” Kaye said abruptly, all of the words rushing out one after the other. “What happened to you wasn’t right.”
I frowned, looking at her thoughtfully. Was she actually going to do the right thing, and without me even needing to marry her and frame her for cheating? I was suddenly much more attentive, though I made sure to keep my body relaxed. I closed my eyes, pretending to be drowsy.
In truth, there wasn’t even a hint of sleep in my body. My adrenaline was pumping and my heart pounding, but I didn’t want her to know about those things. Maybe I was about to win this battle without firing a shot, but I didn’t want to assume anything.
So I stayed silent, and after a moment, Kaye continued on.
“I want to give you half of it.”
Half?
The one word echoed through my mind, teasing at it. The great and powerful Kaye, from her position of wealth and influence, wanted to take pity on me and give me half of what I actually deserved.
No way in hell. Why settle for a few billion when I could have twice that? Besides, I refused to see this settled because of some charity act on Saint Kaye’s part.
The money, this house, and all of the cars and the other properties that my grandfather had worked so hard for—I wasn’t going to give up half of what I was owed just because Kaye said so.
“No way.” I let the firmness of my conviction come out in every word I spoke. “I don’t want half of your money, Kaye.”
No. I wanted all of it, but I didn’t have to tell her that. I had learned a thing or two about Kaye. I knew she would take most things she was told in the best possible way. She was a bit of an optimist and seemed to trust me, at least.
She would think I meant I didn’t want any of the money, I was fairly sure. If I played this off right, it would only draw her closer to me and make her even more clueless to my bad intentions.
“Are you sure?” She rolled away from me and tilted her head as she gazed at me. “I won’t be offended if you do want it, you know. It’s a lot of money, but I also think it’s a link to your grandfather. I would hate to keep that from you.”
