“Tell me about yourself,” I invite. “How is it that you came to be one of Vieth’s girls?”
“I was born into it.” So she is sticking with the daughter lie.
“I assume that you are here to seduce me, thereby making me renege on my deal with your mother. It would be easy to avoid you for seven days”—Now who’s lying? I couldn’t stay away more than thirty minutes before my feet found their way to the elevator—“but that didn’t seem very sporting of me, so here I am.” I spread out my arms. “Please, do your very worst.”
Cora stares at me, her light brown eyes flicking over my large frame. As her gaze wanders and lingers on my lips, my chest, and my thighs, I feel my chest tighten and my cock thicken. She has a sense of fearlessness that I like. Her earlier timidity has been swallowed by resolve, and the resulting confidence fires my lust like nothing else.
There are plenty of women who would come running to me, I remind myself. I have the money and the power to draw nearly anyone from famous celebrities to a random stranger on the street. There’s no reason for me to break my vows with this one no matter how golden her eyes appear under the chandelier and no matter how pretty her lustrous brown hair would look spread over a snow white pillow. If I wanted a woman, it does not need to be this woman. It cannot be this woman.
You don’t place a gambler to guard a roulette table. I push away from the table and stand.
“Aren’t you going to finish your dinner?”
“I’ve had enough.” We both look at my barely eaten steak. My stomach chooses to growl at this point, and my cock is none too happy either. They both want to be fed. “I’ve things to do. I can’t sit here for seven days and entertain you.”
“I never asked to be entertained. You’re the one who came to my jail cell,” she points out.
Irritated at being called out, I lash back. “This is the nicest place you’ve ever laid your head, so I hardly think it’s any real trial to spend a week here.”
“Karin Vieth is my mother,” Cora retorts. “We live quite nicely, thanks very much. And what happened to making yourself available so that I can seduce you?”
“So you admit it,” I snarl.
“Of course I admit it,” she cries. “I’m here to fuck your brains out!”
My hands clench and unclench at my sides, wanting nothing more than to drag her across the table, rip her clothes off, and drive my cock so deep and hard into her that the shape of my shaft is imprinted permanently into her cunt. Nostrils flaring, I stomp out, slamming the door behind me. I don’t trust her or myself at this point.
Chapter 4Cora
I stare up at the beautiful coffered ceiling, bored out of my mind. I’m used to being hidden away. It’s how I’ve spent most of my life. My mom keeps me tucked away from the rest of the world. Usually if there is something I need it’s either brought to me or I’m whisked away in the back of a blacked-out car to get it, then brought right back before anyone could see me. What I’m not used to is being alone all of the time.
I’ve been alone since that woman Kailler showed up an hour after Aidon stomped off to bring me a tray of lovely desserts last night. I’d eaten them and passed out from boredom. When I woke up, a breakfast cart was waiting. It was a small feast that included a few breakfast desserts. I’d found myself waiting to eat, thinking Aidon was going to join me, but he never did.
I know I shouldn’t expect him to, but for some reason I enjoy his company. I should be scared of him and the stories I’ve heard, but I don’t feel that in the least. Instead, I find myself wanting to verbally spar with him and push him. I’m curious about him. I’ve never spent this much time with a man before. It’s turning out to be more interesting than I thought it would be.
Yawning, I sit up, still trying to think how I’d gone so wrong. My mom told me it would be easy for me to seduce Aidon. What if the plan is for me to fail or there isn't a plan at all? I could be her last resort. Maybe she doesn’t think I can seduce him, and really she’s only buying time. If I fail, she dies.
I wouldn't put it past my mom for her to be getting things in order for her death, making sure everything is in place and that her empire doesn’t crumble if she no longer exists. I swallow the knot in my throat, not wanting my mind to go there. If I think about Aidon killing my mother, I will never be able to seduce him.
The loud ding of the elevator has me springing to my feet. Someone is here. A mix of nerves and excitement bubbles up in my stomach. When the elevator opens, two big men step off, carrying the large vintage trunk that usually sits at the end of my bed at home. The moment of disappointment I felt at it not being Aidon washes away briefly. At least I have some of my things. It’s a small comfort, but I’ll take it.
They walk a few feet into the room and set the trunk down on the floor. I notice the lock is undone. “You opened it,” I accuse them.
Neither of them responds to me. I head over to it and flip it open. I immediately see my clothes and a few books. I grab one and pick it up.
“Where is my Kindle?” I sound like a spoiled brat who got her
