The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 165

Victoria burned with shame at their tangled position, but right now, the only thing keeping her alive was the crackling campfire beside them. Out here, if she ran from its warmth, she risked freezing to death.

"McNeil, put me down," she hissed, glancing around at the dark woods. "We're in the middle of nowhere."

Her long hair tumbled over her shoulders, catching the firelight and making her look even more breathtaking.

But McNeil only pressed her head firmly against his chest, his heartbeat pounding in her ear.

"Isn't the wild even better?" His voice rumbled above her, deep and dangerous. "Adds a little thrill, doesn't it?"

Victoria was caught in his iron grip, her limbs awkward and tense as his hands grew bolder by the second.

"McNeil," she spat, "you go from woman to woman, and now you want to touch me? Doesn't that disgust you?"

She wanted nothing to do with him—not anymore. Last time, it had only been a reckless mistake.

night of pleasure, then in the morning, they'd

about you? That man you found did you compare us? Was he better than me in bed, or was I

shot up, ready to slap him, but he caught her

couldn't break free from his hold. He pulled her flush against him, making sure she felt every inch of his

rejection was absolute.

flawless features, then caught her chin in his hand, letting out

Don't forget, Victoria,

hand to his chest, forcing her to touch him as he leaned in and whispered, "Just one night with me.

used? As if she'd pay him anything at all—she wouldn't

honestly have no interest," she said

stone the moment

you're interested," he murmured, his lips brushing hers.

kissed her again, his breath

"What?"

a night. For you, five million. You stay with me tonight, I'll pay you five