Chapter 3: Kael woods, You're Mine

Amy Stone

The flight to Gems City was short. I made sure I arrived three days before the big event.

I looked out the window. A place that had once been a dense forest was now covered in buildings and skyscrapers.

How had a small city evolved this fast? Or maybe this was the part of the city Chad had never been ready to show me....preferring instead to take me to a forest to plot my death.

I landed at the private airport, wind whipping my long hair. I gripped my coat tightly, vengeance dripping in my veins.

“Did you get the full reports on what I told you?” I asked Peter, my personal detective and spy.

“Yes, Your Highness. I have the footage of Mr. Chad’s....”

“Shhh.” I placed my finger on his lips. He gulped, his eyes trailing to my chest, my breasts almost spilling out.

“Have you looked enough?” I asked, gliding past him and snatching the small flash drive from his trembling hands.

“S-Sorry, ma’am,” he muttered, grabbing my bags and following. I was surprised I could move this fast in heels.

“It’s going to be a fun game,” I smirked.

I grabbed my phone from my purse. It was almost evening. Mr. Kael should have been at The Jewels Hotel in five minutes.

Oh fuck. Who knew Chad’s father would pick the only hotels Mr. and Mrs. Blake owned here in Gems City?

I walked down the stairs, gloved hand barely touching the railing.

I tapped my earpiece. “Block all rooms. Leave only one—my presidential suite.”

“Okay, ma’am,” Vivian, my receptionist, replied.

I saw him out of the corner of my eye and gulped.

He didn’t look like Chad, except they shared the same eyes. Silver streaks ran through his hair. He was 6’7”, with a tattooed chest and arms. A living god.

His arms rested on the countertop, slightly impatient.

“What do you mean all the rooms are booked?” His deep voice ripped through the lobby walls.

I felt my core sizzle. He wouldn’t be bad for fun. I chuckled devilishly.

As I approached, I cleared my throat lightly, letting my signature scent...designed to lure any strong man...do its work.

“Hey… sir,” I said, guessing his name.

“Yes.” He turned, sharp and cold. His nose flared. Blue eyes pierced right through me.

Dominance and power radiated off him. Angry, yes...but also… aroused.

“Kael Woods,” he said, eyes raking my body. Disgust and interest mixed on his face. Eyes didn’t lie.

“Vivian, give the man my presidential suite. He looks tired. He probably doesn’t want people hovering.” My voice was low and seductive.

He glanced at me, his hand stiffening. I slid my hand down his chest to his pants.

He cleared his throat, eyes flashing. Arousal was obvious.

I pulled back and faced Vivian, who typed quickly and pulled out luxurious keys.

“What about you? Surely a lady can’t stay out in the cold. It’s snowing.” He stepped closer.

I sighed dramatically, my breasts almost falling out.

“I’ll be fine,” I said, arms crossed lightly over my chest.

He shook his head and removed his coat.

“You’ve done me a favor. Let me return it. We’ll share the room,” he commanded.

Not used to being nice, I could see, but his stare made him swallow hard. Good.

He took my hand and led me to the presidential suite. I followed, pretending I didn’t know the way.

Thanks to Vivian’s video tour, I knew exactly what he needed to see. I glanced back and winked at her.

We entered. Luxurious. White walls. Perfect.

He locked the door. Hot breath fanned my neck and I wrapped my arms around him.

“Amy. I am Amy Stone,” I said.

He hesitated before tasting my name on his lips. I felt myself grow instantly wet.

"You need to see this." I pressed the little button on my ring making a projector play.

It was full footage of Chad poisoning his own mother to get her assets.

Peter certainly knew how to do his job. He always dug the deepest darkest secrets. Secrets anyone would think no one would find out.

Kael’s veins popped. His hands clenched into fists.

“That bastard! I will teach him a lesson!” he growled. Fuming with anger, his breathing was hard like an untamed beast. “Who are you really? How is this possible?“

“I wanted you to see this. I know it’s hurt you for years. You can’t get revenge by being sloppy,” I muttered, adding more poison.

Strapping my arms around his chest, I could see the conflict within him.

Was anger his fetish? I pulled myself closer to his body, my breasts pressing against him, and I felt his cock harden.

“You don’t understand. You don’t know my stupid son!” he groaned, shaking his head lightly and rubbing his temples.

He tried to slip away from me. I played it cool. I did the same thing his son had once wanted me to do.

I stripped naked. Except this time, I was better. More curves, a sexy body that no one could ever resist.

His eyes flickered over me. He took a step forward as he fought his emotions.

“I know him. But right now, who I am doesn’t matter. Are you willing to hear my plan?” I pushed him lightly onto the bed, eyes glittering with anger and hurt. Emotionally vulnerable. Perfect.

He sat at the edge of the bed, tears daring to fall down his cheeks. I was sure he was equally shocked that his son was a dick.

I sat on his lap, my legs open, and I felt him let out a moan.

There was nothing better than a little rough sex in the middle of raging emotions.

Bad girl, Amy. The man was grieving his wife and stupid son.

Good.

I unzipped his trousers. He nearly grabbed my hand. I bit my lip, shaking my head lightly.

“What are you...” he stiffened, but I traced circles over his now-naked body.

“Relax. Stay tense. Think of this as a… truth or dare game, and I am daring you into plotting your sweet revenge for your wife.” I whispered into his ear.

He pulled his pants off, lifted me by the ass, and grabbed my waist like he had been starving for good sex for a long time.

“What’s your plan?” he asked, hesitantly, yet cold and firm.

“Marry me.” I took out his enormous cock, tying my hair into a bun like a pro, then licked and sucked the pink, throbbing head.

I licked and sucked the tip of his cock until white liquid dripped out. His moans filled my ears.

I could feel his body trying to resist, but the game had just begun.

Who knew a ruthless, cold tycoon could melt at the touch of a simple twenty-four-year-old heiress like me?