The Seduction 2

by Roxy Sloane

  Time slips away so soon. Anything could happen. People can be gone from your life in the blink of an eye, and you never get a second chance.

  I don’t want Vaughn to be just a memory. I don’t want to regret missing out on this too. Nothing about the last few weeks has made any sense. But the desire already clenching in my body, this is something real.

  Something I can hold onto.

  I take the turning up through the Canyon, my determination growing. I pull into his driveway and hurry around to the door before I can change my mind. The entrance is set back from the driveway, off a platform overlooking the canyon. I ring the bell and wait, my stomach tied up in knots.

  For the first time, I’m the one making the first move. Tonight, I need to lose myself in him.

  And this time, I won’t hold back.

  17

  VAUGHN

  The doorbell drags me away from my computer screen. Fuck. I slam my laptop shut with a crash and sweep the printouts into a drawer. I’ve spent long enough on this twisted trip down memory lane. I need to get it out of my head before I lose my fucking mind.

  “What?” I demand, yanking the door open.

  It’s her.

  Keely fucking Fawes. The woman I’ve been trying my best to push away, and she’s here in front of me. Looking like she wants to rip all her clothes off and spread wide right there on my doorstep. Biting her juicy lip in a way that makes me need to drag her inside and fuck that ripe mouth until she can’t take it anymore.

  “What do you want?” I demand, my cock already stiff just at the sight of her. I swore I wouldn’t get any deeper, but fuck, a man can only take so much.

  She blinks, frozen for a moment. Then those wet lips form in a single word.

  “You.”

  Lust crashes through me. “Don’t test me, sweetheart,” I force the words through gritted teeth. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get the fuck out of here, and never look back.”

  She shakes her head. “I want you,” she says again, the sweetest fucking sound in the world. “I don’t care what you’re hiding, or what it is you want. I just need you. All of you.”

  Fuck yeah.

  With a growl, I step out onto the deck and shove her up against the wall before she can say another word. I claim her mouth with a hard kiss as I yank up her skirt and drive my fingers deep inside her wet pussy.

  So fucking wet for me.

  “It’s a good thing you’re already dripping,” I growl, flexing my fingers, making her moan. “Because you know, I’m going to tear you apart.”

  She shudders, her mouth dropping wide open. It’s just begging to be filled, so I yank my hand out and push my fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste her own juices. She licks eagerly, sounding another desperate moan.

  Fuck yeah, you want me baby. You need my cock so much, you can barely stand.

  I grab her hips and spin her around, bending her over the railing. Her body tenses with shock. We’re outside, only a thin screen of trees dividing us from the street and in full view of any lucky neighbors watching across the canyon, but I don’t give a damn. She’s going to come screaming right here, right now.

  I’ve waited long enough.

  I grab a condom from my back pocket and unzip my jeans, holding her down with one hand. My cock is hard and hungry, leaping as I slide on the rubber. I hike up her skirt, yank those panties down and land a sharp slap across her ass.

  She shrieks, jolting against the balcony railing as I spank her again. This time, the cry turns to a breathy moan. She thrusts her ass back towards me, gripping hold of the metal to brace herself.

  More? Fuck, I’ll give you more.

  I fist her hair in my hand and yank, pulling her head back so her body is arched and ready. “You fucking love it, don’t you?” I demand, raining another hard slap against that peach of an ass. “You love it when I make you hurt. You want to be sore and used by me. You want my cock so deep you’ll be aching for days.”

  “Yes,” Keely whimpers, moaning. She writhes against me, rubbing her ass against my cock. “I want it all.”

  I reach around and grab her juicy breasts, pinching at her tight nipples. She cries out again, and fuck, if my cock doesn’t swell another inch just to hear the desperation in her voice.

  “Beg, dammit,” I order her, struggling to keep control. I’ve never been so close to the edge, like if I sink inside her wet flesh, I’ll be lost forever. She’s not the one in charge here. I am. I have to be.

  “Please,” she cries, her voice echoing into the night. “Please, Vaughn, I need you. Fill me up. Please, fuck me.”

  With a roar, I shove her body down flat over the railing and slam inside her in a single thrust, impaling her lush body on nine hard inches of hungry cock.

  Fuck.

  She’s so goddamn tight, I think I’m going to lose my mind. Keely lets out a whimper of pain. That’s right, baby. That’s what a real man feels like, tearing you up inside.

  I thrust deeper, forcing her tight cunt wider than it’s ever been stretched before. Goddamn, that feels so fucking good.

  But Keely is still resisting me. She can’t cope with my thick invasion, she’s only used to limp little dicks, not this monster of a cock. “Wait,” she gasps, Vaughn.”

  I clamp a hand over her mouth and slam into her again, grinding deeper inside until I’m buried to the hilt. I rock my hips so my cock rubs high against her walls, finding the knot of nerves most women don’t even know exists.

  Meet your G-spot, baby. Now my dick is going to give you a VIP tour.

  Keely goes slack with shock. Then she groans, arching back against me. “Oh my god!”

  Damn right, that feels good.

  I pull out, then slam into her again, feeling every clench of her pussy around me like a fucking vice. A shudder rocks through her body. She gasps for air.

  “I can’t believe...” She tries to string the words together. “You’re so deep.”

  I’m not here for fucking small-talk, so I thrust, sending her body slamming forwards with every stroke. Deep. Deeper. Fuck. She climaxes with a scream, contracting violently around my cock, her juices rushing hot and wet.

  You like that, baby? I’m not done with you yet.

  Keely is still sobbing with pleasure, broken in my arms, but I don’t wait. I don’t go slow. I fuck her rough just like I promised. Thrusting deep into that juicy pussy, yanking her hair back, slapping her ass bright red. Soon, she’s screaming again, grinding back onto my cock, her tits bouncing hard, desperate for more.

  I growl against her, my balls tightening. Fuck. This is an epic climax looming, a goddamn tornado, and every plunge into her clenching cunt sends a new crash of power slamming through my body. I’m going to lose it. I’m going to fucking lose my mind.

  “Vaughn!” Keely slams her ass back into me with each new pounding. She chants my name over and over, taking me deeper, grinding against my cock. Dear God, I never thought she could be this good. I’ve fucked a thousand women, but never like her. She’s slick and dripping, so fucking tight, so fucking good.

  The haze begins to take me over, tension tight in my balls, shuddering the way up my shaft. “Yes!” she screams, desperate for every inch of me. “Oh God, Vaughn, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

  She breaks, clenching in epic spasms around my dick, fucking squeezing it to death. The pressure is a goddamn miracle. I come with a roar, crashing over the edge of sanity, unleashing a hot torrent of cum inside her, the clench of her orgasm milking me dry as the world implodes to nothing.

  Fuck. Fuck!

  I grip her sobbing body tight in my arms, until finally the tidal wave ebbs away. I pull out, tossing the condom over the balcony. My heart is racing like a jackhammer. I can’t believe how fucking good that was.

  Keely moves against me, coming back to life. Right now is when I’m usually done with a woman. I got what I came for, shot my load.

  End of story.

  Instead, I find myself liftin
g her up and carrying her inside the house. I walk all the way to the bedroom and set her down in the middle of my bed. I strip my jeans off, and turn to undress her, peeling her blouse and skirt from her damp body as she looks up at me in a daze.

  Her face is flushed, her pupils dilated. She looks beautiful. Well-fucked, just the way she’s supposed to be.

  I feel something clench in my chest. I fight it, hard. A part of me hoped that fucking her would break her hold over me, like once my cock had claimed its satisfaction, she’d be nothing but a wet, used pussy to me like the rest of them: ridden hard and put away wet.

  But looking into those big brown eyes, my cock stiffens all over again. I still want her, in every position, every way. I want her tied down to my bedposts, I want her choking on my cock. I want to claim her virgin asshole, and show that pussy a million ways to come.

  I’m in deep now, and there’s no going back.

  18

  KEELY

  Oh. My. God.

  I lay reeling on Vaughn’s bed as he finishes peeling my clothes off. My head is spinning, my body aches with a deep, sweet pleasure like nothing I’ve ever known.

  That was the most amazing, mind-blowing, raw animal sex of my life.

  “What changed your mind?”

  Vaughn’s voice comes, pulling me out of the afterglow. I lift my head, that’s all I can manage. He’s at the foot of the bed, looking down at me with a hungry stare. To my disbelief, I can see his cock already getting hard.

  Again?

  I’m sore and aching, I’ve never been taken so roughly in my life. But still, the thought of him burying himself inside me sends a new wave of desire rippling through my body.

  “You’ve been pushing me away for weeks,” Vaughn teases. He grips my ankles, yanking my thighs apart and smirking at the view. “Why did you show up here tonight? Couldn’t live without my dick a single minute more?”

  He traces his hands up my thighs, and strokes up, across my clit. I gasp at the pained pleasure. “Too soon.” I try to stop him, but he moves my hand aside.

  “Your body can handle it,” he tells me with a dark grin. “You don’t know it yet, but you can come a dozen times over, and still be ready for more.”

  I fall back on the bed. He strokes again, softer, sliding his fingers around my slick nub until I’m writhing. “So, talk to me,” he insists.

  It takes a moment to remember he asked me a question. “Vaughn,” I whimper. “I don’t... I can’t think when you do that.”

  “Try harder.”

  I take a deep breath, trying desperately to keep it together while he strokes my clit in a dizzying rhythm. “I found out something,” I manage to say. “Something that made me realize, I didn’t want to wait.”

  He slides two fingers inside me, and I yelp, arching up against his hand.

  “What was it?”

  I gasp for air. Vaughn crawls over my body, lowering his mouth to suck on a nipple. I squeak at the sharp pleasure, bucking against his mouth. “Answer me,” he demands, amusement in his eyes. “Remember the rules. You give me everything I want, or I punish you.”

  I moan. God, I love it when he punishes me.

  As if reading my mind, he takes one tight bud between his teeth and nips hard. Ouch! I shriek. “And I promise you, baby, it won’t be so fun as the last time.”

  He nips my nipple again, and I cry out at the delicious pain. “OK, OK, I’m sorry, I’ll tell you everything.”

  He sits back, letting me get my head together. His fingers are still stroking between my thighs, sending ripples of pleasure through my body, but he goes slow, waiting for my answer.

  I gulp for air, and try to function. “You know that client of mine, Ashcroft?” I ask.

  Vaughn’s hand stills. “What about him?” he asks, in a low voice.

  “Well, I didn’t tell you, but when he died, he left everything to me.” I pause, seeing his jaw clench. I know, he doesn’t want this getting personal. He’s made it clear he’s not interested in talking, but he asked -- and for some reason, I find I want to confide in him.

  I’ve carried all this alone since it happened. Justine doesn’t get it, but I remember, Vaughn lost his father too. Maybe he can understand how this news has turned my life upside down.

  I take a breath and continue. “We didn’t know why he put me in the will, but they had a DNA test done. It turns out, he’s my father. Ashcroft was my dad.”

  Vaughn releases me. He gets to his feet, turning away from me. I feel a lurch of regret.

  “Why are you telling me this?” Vaughn demands. He turns back, and I can see, there’s a weird tension in his eyes. “What’s this about?”

  “Nothing,” I reply, confused. I reach for the blanket, trying to cover myself up. “You asked what happened, and I’m telling you. Finding out about Ashcroft, it changed everything. I realized, I didn’t want to let you slip out of my life the way he did. I never knew my real father, it made me think, what else I didn’t want to miss out on when I had the chance.”

  Vaughn’s expression relaxes, just a little.

  “You didn’t know you were his kid?” he demands.

  I shake my head. “Never. It turns out, my mom had a relationship with him before she even met my dad. They broke up right around the time she got pregnant. I guess he never wanted me around.”

  I look down, feeling the sting of rejection for the first time. I didn’t have time to think about this part: how Ashcroft could pretend like I didn’t exist for over twenty years.

  I’m surprised when Vaughn moves to sit beside me on the bed. “Hey, it’s OK,” he tells me, placing a gentle hand on my arm. “You’re better off this way. Some people just go through life wreaking havoc and destruction. They don’t care about the mess they leave behind.”

  I look into his eyes, and wonder if he’s talking about his father. A suicide like that, it must have destroyed him as a young boy.

  “So Ashcroft left you everything?” Vaughn exhales.

  I nod, self-conscious. “I still don’t understand it, but yes. The company, estate, it’s all mine.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  I give a helpless shrug. “I don’t know. The company headquarters are in New York. I guess I should go out there, figure out how everything works. And I should meet his adopted kids again, face to face. Maybe I can make them see, I’m not trying to take anything away from them. But... I’m scared,” I admit. “This is so big, I don’t know how I’m going to deal with it all on my own.”

  Vaughn’s grip on my shoulder tightens. “You won’t be alone,” he says suddenly. I look, and find a fierce look in his eyes, something dark and determined.

  “I’m going with you.”

  19

  VAUGHN

  Twenty years ago, my life was ripped apart by one man’s evil plan. He drove my father to suicide, destroyed my mother, left me to try and raise my kid brother on my own.

  I swore I’d have my revenge.

  But that man is dead now, beyond the reach of justice. The only way I can tip the scales is to obliterate his legacy, and tear down brick by brick everything he worked to build.

  Ruin the one last person that he loved.

  Keely Fawes.

  She’s become my obsession, my conquest, my darkest desire. I’ve only had a taste of what her delicious cunt can do, and now I know she’s Ashcroft’s daughter, I only want her even more.

  Yeah, this girl doesn’t know what’s coming. I’m going to fuck her a thousand different ways, show her what it feels like to need my cock more than she can stand. I’m going to claim that mouth, dominate that sweet pussy, be the only man to slide deep in her virgin ass.

  And then, when she’s broken -- when her body aches to be filled, and she can’t live a single day without begging for my cock -- that’s when she’ll learn the truth.

  I wanted to protect her, now, I have no choice but to destroy her.

  One way or another, she’s the key to my revenge.


  * * *

  What will Vaughn do next?

  For a sneak peek of The Seduction 3, read on....

  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 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.”