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Seduced. The elevator opened into a room lit in dim amber tones. Velvet walls. A faint hint of cinnamon and sex in the air. In the center, a woman in a silk robe sat behind a low glass desk, expression unreadable. “Sienna Thomas,” the woman said. “Strip.” Sienna blinked. “What?” “No names, no phones, no clothing. You will wear what we give you. Refusal terminates the contract.” Sienna didn’t remember signing a contract—but her heartbeat betrayed her. She wanted to know what was behind that next door. What the hell this was.

Her thumbs stroked over the planes of his pectoral muscles, and a low sound, actually more of a groan, issued from his throat. This was the seduction, it was not of words, but of emotion. The gentle, hesitant laying low of his guard by touch alone. She was showing him that her power could not be overcome, but discovered, ironically, in an unloading as profound as it was salvific. Her hands widened lower, over his stomach, and she could feel his entire body tensing for what was to happen. But she stayed there, fingers widened just above his belt. "That’s enough for today," she told him, jerking her hands back as if unsheathing a sword.

"You just have to stick to the mission. You are in the perfect position to get those files." "I don't work for you, and I won't do it!" Freya said firmly. Mr. Grant went silent for a moment. He looked at her with a chilling calmness. "I’ve tried to be nice, Freya. I’ve tried to be patient. But I think it’s time we did this the hard way." He snapped his fingers at the man holding the umbrella. "Bring me the contract." The man reached into a leather briefcase and pulled out a thick file. On the front, in bold black letters, it read: THE SEDUCTION CONTRACT.

I arched slightly, running my hands down my sides as if inviting his gaze to follow. Then, I dropped to all fours and glanced back over my shoulder, my eyes locking with his. “You usually like me this way,” I purred, crawling toward him with a sway of my hips that had his heart pounding. Isaac couldn’t look away. I watched as his cock strained as I made my way to him. When I stopped between his legs, my hands rested lightly on his thighs and I looked up at him. “Let me please you,” I murmured, but it sent a jolt through him and I saw his body visibly vibrate. I smiled and wrapped around his cock, and he let out a shaky breath.

She wiggled her hips, trying to get every bit of his rigid flesh inside her. His wet, slippery fingers dug into her hips in a bruising grip. He growled, low, "Don't move or you'll finish this way before the real fun begins." He moved in languid, sensual strokes at first, slowly pulling all the way out until only the tip, then pushing back in. His strokes were slow and gentle, as if trying to imprint every sensation into his memory, and the perfect angles hit all her sweet spots. His forehead rested on her shoulder, his heavy puffs of breath covering her skin as he moved inside her.

Settling back on my haunches, I watched my fingers disappear in and out of her. And it was the most erotic, most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Only made better by the desperate sounds she was making. If she liked it like this, then Gemma was in for a treat because this was me being gentle. Something I almost never was, even if my name was Gentleman. A gentleman in the streets, that was me. In the bedroom, though?

A challenge? I can see flames of fire emitting from his beautiful eyes, giving them this glow that speaks to nothing but the pure temptation of a sweet sin. This is the kind of sin that feels beautiful, perfect, and surreal. His rich scent mixed with the warmth of his hot pheromones is like a charm, luring me into something so deep and strong. It's like a spark that is pulling me to this unknown temptation—so deep and intense. His wet, soft, rich pink lips are the exact meaning of seduction. I can tell how tender they would feel against mine. I can feel the sweet magic of their kiss. I have tasted them not once, not twice, but how many times?

CHAPTER FIVE | THE BARGAIN DAHLIA HAYES I froze, his words lingering in the air long after he said them. They were heavy, powerful, dangerous, and tempting. His offer was everything anyone would expect me to not just want but desperately need. He promised me revenge, redemption, and desire, all at once. Anyone else would have jumped at the offer, but I wasn’t anyone. I was Dahlia Hayes. Playing it safe was the only thing that had kept me alive this long, and I wasn’t about to change that for a bargain with the devil.

Standing next to it, I can feel the bed behind my legs. His hands grasp my shoulders and turn me. “Kneel.” I feel my body obey. Kneeling down, he pushes me forward, so I am bent over the bed on my knees, my stomach and breasts pushing against the mattress. His mouth kisses down my back slowly, his hand rubbing between my legs, teasingly. My moans escape quietly as his fingers tease me. His mouth gently rests between my legs as his tongue moves slowly and delicately like I am a broken diamond. So gentle, yet teasing so much, my moans grow as his tongue moves faster, but it still feels so gentle.

This way the definition of slow death and the only way to survive was for him to give me what I wanted. Him. His hands on me showing me what else he found pretty. "Do I make you wet?" I felt his breathing heavier on my neck and it was doing no good. I stayed quiet. I breathed then I spoke, tilting my head further to expose more of my neck to him. "Find out for yourself, Lenox." In one swift move, he yanked the hem of my dress and placed his hands on my thighs. His hands slowly moved up my thighs like he was scared of what he'd find out. I unconsciously move one of my legs further away from the other to create more access.