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.

herself it was no different from picking up a stranger at a club. One night of pleasure, then in the morning, they'd both go their separate

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

caught

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

absolute. Her

then caught her chin in his hand, letting out a low,

Don't forget, Victoria, until the divorce papers are signed, you're still

in and whispered, "Just one night with me. However much you think I'm worth, that's what you can pay me. I

to being used? As if she'd pay him

have no interest," she

turned to stone the moment she decided

murmured, his lips brushing hers. "All

his breath warm

"What?"

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