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.

up a stranger at a club. One night of pleasure, then

eyes glinting. "What about you? That man you found did you compare us? Was

but he caught

she couldn't break free from his hold. He pulled

Victoria's rejection was absolute. Her face stayed cold, her

then caught her chin in his hand,

tired of me after sampling something new? Don't forget, Victoria, until the divorce papers are signed, you're

chest, forcing her to touch him as he leaned in and whispered, "Just one night with me. However much you think I'm worth, that's what

laugh. Was he addicted to being used? As if she'd pay him anything at all—she wouldn't give him a penny.

no interest," she said

stone the moment she

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

again, his breath warm

"What?"

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