Tempted by Fate (The Fate Trilogy Book Two) by Sherilyn Gray Page B

always another
pretty young thing.”
     
    Was that what I was? Another in a series of
pretty young things for Victor’s pleasure? Was that how he looked at Evelyn? I
couldn’t imagine how anyone could compartmentalize like that. Except me, I
guess. My past was a locked box. But that was different, I couldn’t open mine.
     
    Before Evelyn could reply, the limo driver
walked up to Victor. “The tire is fixed monsieur ; we can leave any
time.”
     
    “I’m leaving, Evelyn. Good to see you.”
     
    A pause. “Likewise,” she said, coolly. I
heard heels tapping quickly away and I turned in time to watch her heading in
the direction of the chateau, probably for more champagne.
     
    The door opened and Victor slid back into the
passenger seat. He let out a long breath. I stared at him silently as he
massaged his temples.
     
    I stared at him like that  for a couple
minutes, but he wouldn’t look back at me. Finally, he broke. “Her name is
Evelyn.” He still wouldn’t meet my eyes. “We were married for a few years.”
     
    “What happened?”
     
    He finally turned his head so that I could
see his profile. His lips were set in a stern line before he spoke. “She left
me. I was working too much, not paying attention to her. Looks like she’s found
someone who will.” He stared at a patch of the leather seat next to him for a
few seconds, then turned his eyes back to the front of the limo.
     
    So his mother left, then his wife left. And
now here I was, sitting next to him in a limo in France. With a contract.
Someone who couldn’t leave him. I wanted to put my arms around him and kiss him
and tell him I wasn’t going anywhere, but I doubted he wanted sympathy. His
presence at that moment had an intensity unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
He looked vulnerable and raw, but that exposure was not of a precious center
but something more violent.
     
    I snuck my head under his arm and put my ear
to his chest. After a moment’s hesitation, he squeezed me to him very tightly.
I was amazed at the strength he had in just that one arm. It was almost
uncomfortable, but more than anything I felt safe in his embrace.
     
    “I’m going to fuck you when we get back to
the hotel,” he said without a hint of emotion. I looked up at him, the mass of
the updo I had worn to the ball pushing into his arm and restricting my head’s
movement. I wriggled free of his arm and studied his face. He looked like a
statue.
     
    “Yes, Sir. Okay.” What was he going to do
once we got back to the room? Tie me up? Blindfold me? Spank me? Did I deserve
to be spanked? I began getting wet as I realized I didn’t even know all the possibilities.
     
    After a moment he turned to me and nodded,
then pulled me back in close to him. As he turned to look out my window, I saw
a blue flash in his eyes.

    Before long, the limo slowed to a stop in
front of the hotel. Victor got out before Henri could open the door for him. He
walked over to my side of the car, opened the door, and took me by my hand
forcefully. Without saying anything, he led me into the hotel, passed the
reception desk, and punched the UP button by the elevator. I trembled being so
close to him, wondering what would happen once we got to the room. Stewing in
his bad mood, he had an animal sexuality clawing out from his fancy evening
suit that amplified the tension between us.
     
    When the elevator door opened, we waited for
a few people to trickle out before he guided me inside. He followed after me
and quickly pressed our floor number. I heard a dull ding before the
door closed. As soon as it had, he was on me, kissing my mouth but then quickly
moving down to my neck and chest. His hand travelled roughly up my leg until he
found my wet panties. Using his other hand, he picked me up so I could sit on
the gold railing along the elevator wall. I clasped my hands around his neck
for balance and dug my nails in just under his hair when he began moving his
fingers in slow circles