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.

club. One night of pleasure, then in the

tilted his head, eyes glinting. "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 all

up, ready to slap him, but he caught her wrist, crushing

free from his hold. He pulled her flush

was absolute. Her face

her flawless features, then caught her chin in

forget, Victoria, until the

to touch him as he leaned in and whispered, "Just one night with me. However much you think I'm worth, that's what you can pay me. I won't

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

no interest,"

heart had turned to stone the

he murmured, his lips brushing hers. "All that matters is

kissed her again, his breath warm against her ear.

"What?"

held her gaze. "I charge a thousand a night. For you, five million.