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  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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  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.

  I gasp for air, quickly pulling my skirt down and smoothing back my hair. Holy crap. I wanted to arrive calm and collected, ready to face the challenge ahead.

  Instead, I can feel the imprint of his fingers deep inside me, the ache of my body still wanting more.

  But you’re not nervous anymore, a mischievous voice points out. You’re too turned on to care.

  Taking a deep breath, I slide across the seat and climb out of the car. Outside, the house is even bigger than before, looming up in front of me in an intimidating shadow.

  Vaughn is waiting, so I grab his hand and make my way up the front steps. “Should we knock?” I whisper, looking around. They knew I was coming, but the place is like a fortress: still and quiet.

  Before he replies, there’s the sound of a bolt being drawn back. The huge doors swing open.

  “Keely.” It’s Brent, Ashcroft’s oldest adopted son. He’s dressed in a designer suit, his hair slicked back, and a smarmy smile on his face. “You made it. How was the trip?”

  “Fine, thanks.”

  Vaughn has gone totally still beside me, so I untangle our fingers and reach to shake Brent’s outstretched hand. “Thanks for having me,” I tell him awkwardly. “I know this must be weird for you, but I hope we can find a way to get along.”

  “Of course.” Brent narrows his eyes, glaring. He turns.

  “I’m sorry,” I say quickly. “I didn’t introduce you. This is my... friend--”

  “I know.” Brent stops me with a smug grin. “Vaughn, my man, good to see you again.”

  What?

  I turn to Vaughn in confusion. How do they know each other?

  2

  VAUGHN

  What the fuck?

  It’s him. The smug son of a bitch who hired me to sedu
ce Keely. Standing in the doorway with a shit-eating grin on that face of his. Brent Ashcroft.

  Keely’s rival for the Ashcroft millions. Her biggest enemy.

  My greatest threat.

  “How’ve you been?” Brent smirks at me. I have to clench my fists not to smash his fucking face in.

  Keely looks back and forth between us, her eyes wide with confusion. “I don’t understand...” she whispers.

  “We met at some charity function, right?” I pretend like I’m just recognizing him. “Sorry, man, so many faces at those things.”

  “Right.” Brent gives me a look, like he’s got my number. “It was a while back.”

  “Oh.” I feel Keely relax beside me. “What a strange coincidence!”

  “Small world,” I growl.

  No fucking way is this a coincidence.

  Brent stands aside, and Keely steps inside. “Wow,” she whispers, looking up at the vaulted ceilings of the grand lobby. It’s all black and white tiled floors and fuck-off oil paintings, with a huge staircase leading up to the first floor.

  “Albert will show you to your suite.” Brent snaps his fingers sharply, and an old white-haired guy in a suit hurries over. He reaches for the cases, but I stop him. The dude has to be pushing eighty.

  “I’ve got it.” I easily hoist them over my shoulder.

  “You get settled in,” Brent tells us, still looking smug as hell. “Dinner is at eight thirty. Nothing special, just family. Wear whatever.”

  “See you later.” Keely gives him a nervous smile. I can tell she’s overwhelmed, and that look on her face only gets more awestruck as Albert takes us up to the first floor and down a long corridor lined with Persian rugs. Finally, he pushes open the double doors at the end of the hall.

  “The Cerulean suite,” he announces.

  I dump our bags on the thick carpet. The room is massive, filled with antique furniture and an epic four-poster bed. Carved wood, a classic canopy... I run a hand over the posts and test their resistant.

  Yeah, they’ll take her thrashing, tied up and blindfolded while I fuck that sweet ass into submission.

  “Is this to your liking?” Albert asks politely.

  “Yes, thank you.” Keely smiles.

  He nods, and backs out of the room, closing the doors behind him.

  “Can you believe this place?” Keely exclaims. She goes to the window, looking out at the view of lawns and fountains and -- yup, a goddamn lake. “It feels like a fairytale. This can’t be mine.”

  “But it is.” I pause. “I left my wallet in the car,” I lie. “I’ll be right back.”

  She nods, and starts to unpack. I walk back downstairs, my mind racing.

  Brent fucking Ashcroft. Was this his plan all along? Keely said something about a morality clause in the will. She would get disinherited completely with any evidence she’s done something wrong.

  Am I Brent’s secret weapon? Is that why he hired me to fuck her?

  And why should I care?

  You’re here to ruin her too, remember?

  As if I could forget. Ashcroft destroyed my family. Drove my father to suicide. I swore I’d have my revenge, but the bastard died before I could make him suffer. Now, I’m going to tear his legacy down, brick by fucking brick, if it’s the last thing I do.

  Keely is his daughter. His sole heir. The key to my darkest revenge. But only if she doesn’t learn the truth about who I am.

  “I have to say, I’m surprised to see you here.”

  I spin around. Brent’s leaning against the wall in the lobby. He’s dropped the phony smile. Now he’s glaring at me with angry suspicion.

  “I figured when you cancelled our arrangement, it meant that you’d failed.”

  “I never fail,” I shoot back. “I just don’t want to be in business with scum like you.”

  Brent narrows his eyes. “I wonder what Keely thinks about our deal.”

  I close the distance between us in a few strides. “You don’t say a fucking word to her.”

  “Or what?” Brent smirks, and this time I don’t hold back. I grab the lapels of his over-priced suit and slam him up against the wall.

  “I don’t think you heard me,” I growl, my voice like steel. I twist his collar, cutting off his air supply. “If you value you’re life, you’ll keep that fucking mouth shut about me, do you understand?”

  Brent doesn’t say a word, his eyes bugging out of his head, so I slam him back again. He lets out a yelp.

  “Yes! I understand!”

  “Good.”

  I release him, and he stumbles to the ground, gasping.

  “And I’m warning you,” I add. “Don’t fuck with Keely. She’s mine. Hurt her, you hurt me. And you don’t want to fuck with me.”

  I leave him there, doubled over, and head straight back upstairs to Keely. I’m wound tight as a fucking vice, but just the sight of her silhouetted in the window makes me stop.

  Fuck, she’s beautiful.

  She turns back to me, smiling. “Find it?”

  “What? Oh, yeah, my wallet. Under the seat.” I slam the door behind me. The scene with Brent has rattled me, reminding me just how much is on the line here.

  And how you’re in over your head with Keely.

  I shut down the whispers. I’m in control here. I’m always in control.

  Keely bends over to unzip her suitcase. “What do you think I should wear to dinner? He said casual, but--”

  “Put that down.”

  My voice is even, but Keely freezes right away. She looks up, her eyes flaring with excitement.

  That’s right, baby. You know what’s coming.

  I stroll closer, blood rushing to my dick. Damn, this girl makes me stiff just thinking about slamming into her. Those creamy thighs, those juicy tits.

  That wet, luscious cunt.

  My cock leaps, straining to sink into her sweet pussy. I want to throw her down on that bed and pound her until she screams the fucking house down.

  But first, I want to hear her beg.

  “Take off your clothes. Get on your knees. Hands behind your back,” I order her.

  She gives me a wicked grin, then complies without a word of protest. Obediently stripping off her jeans and shirt. Dropping to the floor. Assuming the position, her bare breasts jutting out, nipples tight and begging for a suck.

  Goddamn.

  I unzip my pants and stroke myself, hard as a fucking rock. Keely watches my hand, licking her lips. She knows what I’ve got for her, all nine throbbing inches, and damn if she isn’t wet and ready for me.

  “You know, all this time, I’ve been neglecting that sweet little mouth of yours,” I muse, stopping by her kneeled body. “I’ve licked your pussy, pounded that cunt until you can’t stand straight, but those lips... They look like they need a good fucking. Would you like that?”

  “Yes, Vaughn.” Keely bobs her head. She’s still looking up at me with that teasing grin, like she’s the one running this show.

  Not for long, sweetheart.

  “You want my cock sliding deep down your throat,” I tell her, growling. “You want me filling you up, you need every fucking inch of me.”

  She exhales in a shiver. “God, yes.”

  “You’re wet again.” I watch her body, the frantic rise of her chest. “Go on, feel.”

  Keely slides a hand between her legs. Her eyes close for a moment as she feels herself, and damn, I know just how slick that sweet flesh must be.

  “Taste it,” I order her. “Lick it all, baby. Tell me how you taste.”

  She flushes, pulling her fingers out and lifting them to her lips. She’s still self-conscious, she has to look away as she sinks them between her lips and sucks.

  “Well?” I growl, my cock aching to be right there. In her tight pussy or buried in that hot mouth.

  “I taste... I taste like sex,” she whispers, cheeks red.

  “Not yet, sweetheart,” I chuckle. “Not even close. You just wait until I’ve been fucking you for
an hour, when you’re raw and aching and you can’t believe you’re still wet. You wait until I’ve got my fingers in that tight little asshole, and my cock shoved so deep in your cunt you think you’ll die from the feeling.”

  Keely gasps. Her eyes are glazed now, her breath coming in fast little pants.

  “When my cum spills out of you, and you’re dripping in our juices. That’s what sex tastes like, baby, and you can bet, I’ll make you drink every drop.”

  “I want it,” she whispers, eyes glazed with lust. “Let me taste you now.”

  “What’s the magic word?” I ask, moving closer.

  “Please!” she demands, her voice shaking. “Vaughn, please!”

  I shove my cock deep into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat.

  Keely moans, vibrating against my shaft. Fuck yeah, like that baby. She knows how I like it, knows just the way to work, licking and swirling her tongue over me as I thrust deep and hard into that wet chasm.

  She breaks position, lifting her hands to grip my ass, but I can’t complain, not when it gives her leverage to slide her lips up and down my shaft, her tight little mouth suctioning me with piston-quick accuracy.

  Goddamn, her mouth is a miracle.

  She reaches lower, cupping my balls, stroking my taint. I groan. God yes. Right there. I can feel the tension grow, the tremor in my root as I fist my hands in her hair and pump harder. Goddamn, I could lose myself right here, in the wet warmth of her lips and the eager little moans she hums into me.

  She loves it, greedily sucking down every inch of me, and fuck that just makes me harder, pump deeper. I’m on the edge of a fucking precipice, plunging all the way, so deep I can feel the ridges at the back of her throat, hitting against my head with every thrust.

  It’s fucking intense. I’m seeing red here, my body coiled tight, my balls about to explode. And then she looks up at me, her eyes wide and lustful as her head keeps bobbing. I watch my dick slide all the way into that sweet mouth, in and out, and fuck, she doesn’t look away. Her gaze stays locked on me, so I see the desperate desire claiming her body, and how much she wants this. How much she needs every inch of me, swallowing me deep, ravenous, even as I fuck her hard and relentless. She takes it all, moaning, her breasts bouncing with the force of my thrusts.