Page 33 of His Wild Seduction

Why did it have to be pink?

Like a fucking princess.

Beautiful.

Unattainable.

Perched in her ivory tower.

Up high and away from the unwashed masses. Far away from me.

Wasn’t that the truth? Wasn’t that how it always was between us?

How many times had I dreamed of this very situation? How many fantasies had I spun in my fucked up head where I had Meredith within my reach?

Once upon a time, I’d wanted to ruin her. To wreck her. To fuck with her heart the way she’d completely wrecked mine with her callous rejection.

But ruination wasn't this Big Bad Wolf’s plan for his Little Red.

Not anymore.

Now, I wanted to own her. Not wreck her.

But maybe she needed to be wrecked a little bit. Just a touch before she could give in to me.

And that was what I truly desired. I needed it. Needed her total and complete submission to me.

But how to accomplish that?

I had an inkling.

Working with the Volkov brothers meant I'd had a first row seat to their mastery when it came to women for years.

Sure, Adrik was sedate when compared to his playboy brother. Then again, Marat really didn't have to try to win a woman's attention. Not with his face and body.

So maybe Adrik would know more about working for it. Fuck. What was I thinking?

Of course, both men were married and happy now. But they'd had some pointers on how to seduce my wife when I’d called from the hospital to tell them my plans.

“I thought this was vengeance, Josef,” Adrik asked.

“Started that way, but I think I never really stopped wanting her,” I confessed bluntly.

“I see, well then, don’t trifle. Just tell her plain.”

He had a point. But as I slid the dusky pink confection from her pale shoulders, revealing the naughty bit of blush colored lingerie she wore underneath it, I was lost for words.

Her sweet ass was on display in those barely there panties. The almost sheer fabric did a lousy job of covering her rounded cheeks.

I’d never felt grateful for panties before, but I wanted to send a big old thank you note to whoever made these.

Meredith gasped as I ran my hands down her sides, touching her soft flesh lightly.

She was so fucking perfect.

“Did you wear this for me, Little Red?” I asked, ghosting my fingertips down the crack of her ass, and listening to the hitch on her breath as I took a firm hold of her cheeks.

“Josef,” she moaned my name.

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