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.

told herself it was no different from picking up a stranger at a club. One night

"What about you? That man you found did you compare us? Was he better than me in bed, or was I the one who kept you up

him, but he caught her

hold. He pulled her flush

did, Victoria's rejection was absolute. Her face stayed cold, her eyes empty of

flawless features, then caught her chin

Don't forget, Victoria, until the divorce papers are

as he leaned in and whispered, "Just one night with me. However much you think

he addicted to being used? As if she'd pay him anything at all—she wouldn't

I honestly have no interest," she said

turned to stone the

his lips brushing hers. "All that matters

again, his breath warm against her ear. "Five

"What?"

charge a thousand a night. For you, five million. You stay with me tonight,