Page 24 of Vicious Seduction

“I do.”

I held his hard stare with resolute conviction. “You do know who my mother is, right? I haveparticulartastes as well. How will we know whether our tastes are compatible if you don’t give me a chance? I could make youveryhappy.” I said the last words in a seductive, slightly unhinged voice while cupping his erection.

His eyes flared. He cupped my jaw, his thumb swiping my bottom lip like he’d done before.

“You like it when the lipstick smears,” I surmised. That was why he’d been disappointed.

“That and waterproof mascara are the worst things to happen in modern beauty.” He spoke in a daze as though lost in the recollection of days past.

Lawrence got off on degrading women—it was so obvious now. Of course! It all made so much more sense now. That was the reason he hadn’t tried anything. It was the same reason he was a part of the Society and why he had to be linked to my sister’s disappearance. All of it was related.

And now, I had a chance to get some answers.

But at what risk? How extreme was his kink? What would I have to endure for that chance?

Would you really want to live knowing you didn’t try?

Think of Amelie.

Think of Amelie.

I lowered myself to my knees on the floorboard of the back seat and bowed my head. “Please, Sir. Show me.”

My heart was a drum thundering in my ears. I didn’t look at Lawrence, but I could hear his swift intake of breath.

“Adam, drive until I tell you to stop,” he said into the intercom, his voice ragged.

The city blurred past the heavily tinted windows above me while the air in the car grew stagnant and stifling.

“You’re nothing but a worthlessslut, aren’t you?” His callous words pierced me deeper than I expected. He’d meant to degrade me, and he’d hit his mark because that was all I was at that moment. A woman willing to give her body in exchange for a price.

And it wasn’t the first time.

Think of Amelie.

“Is that what you want?” he continued, unbuckling his belt. “To be used because that’s all you’re good for?”

He seemed to want an answer, but I’d lost my voice. I’d thought I was prepared for anything he could throw at me. I was wrong. All I could do was nod.

His hand gripped my chin harshly and angled my face up to his. “You treat me with the respect I’m owed and answer me with words. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered quickly, surprised at the fire in his eyes. It was the first time since I’d started seeing him that there’d been true emotion in those soulless depths. He was such a sick bastard. I refused to give his words any merit. They were meaningless because he didn’t know me at all. He didn’t know the degree of sacrifice I was willing to endure for the people I loved.

That wasn’t weakness. It was bravery.

If anything, I was using him. Not the other way around.

I allowed him to think of me as subservient, my gaze falling back to my knees.

He took his cock into his hand and began to stroke himself. “Take down your hair, then lay your head on my lap.”

I did as I was told in an Oscar-worthy performance. He wanted to break women? I’d give him sad and broken. Then I’d break him.

“Is this what you expected, little whore? Or did you think I was joking?”

“You’re giving me exactly what I wanted, Sir. Thank you.”

“And when I shoot my cum in your hair, you’ll still thank me? Or will you run home crying like a spoiled little brat who got her feelings hurt?”

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