His Wild Seduction: A Billionaire Romance Novel (Wild Billionaire Romance Book 3), page 1
HIS WILD SEDUCTION
A WILD BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE
WILD BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE
BOOK 3
C.D. GORRI
C.D. GORRI
HIS WILD SEDUCTION
A Billionaire Romance Novel
Wild Billionaire Romance Book 3
By
C.D. Gorri
Copyright C.D. Gorri, NJ 2024
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CONTENTS
His Wild Seduction
Preface: Josef
Prologue: Meredith
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Epilogue One
Epilogue Two
Epilogue Three
Epilogue Four
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About the Author
DEDICATION
To everyone who’s ever carried a torch. Sometimes it’s worth the wait and the heartache. Hang in there.
Xoxo,
C.D. Gorri
WILD BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE BY C.D. GORRI
These wild billionaire playboys are used to getting their way…
There isn’t much money can’t buy, especially when it comes to pleasure. But can these curvy women tame these billionaire beasts and win their love? Or will their souls be sucked into oblivion by the wanton bliss their bodies crave more and more with every surrender?
Each of our heroes wears a mask on the outside to face the world, but his disguise comes off when he runs into the one female who makes his blood run hot. Need and possessive passion abound in these books, but our heroes know only one way to control their desires.
Will they f*ck the feeling they see as weakness out of their systems, or will their needs only grow more wild with every touch, kiss, and plunge into ecstasy with the object of his affections?
Our Billionaire Heroes
Adrik Volkov
Marat Volkov
Josef Aziz
Andres Ramirez
Content Warnings
(3rd try…)
*This series has profanity, graphic, steamy scenes, violence, homicide, talk of deceased relatives, references to sexual assault and abuse (not by the MCs), mention of domestic violence (not perpetrated by MCs), mention of suicide, alcohol consumption, misogyny (not the MCs), questionable morals, hurtful past, manipulations, fake relationships, lies, revenge, forced marriages, very bad decisions, and romantic obsessions that may be unhealthy. The FMC works at a shelter for abused women and children.
This is a fictional story with fictional characters. This is not real life.
*Always take care of your mental, emotional, and physical self because you are important.
P.S.
For those who asked Adrik is pronounced Ade-drick and Marat is Meh-Rut. Happy reading!
HIS WILD SEDUCTION
Some debts demand hefty payment.
Some loves are too wild to set free.
Meredith Gray had no choice but to meet with the last man on earth she ever wanted to see again. He ruined her once, and now he was threatening the livelihood of the thousands of people employed at her stepfather’s company.
The last time she saw him, he’d lied to her face and broke her heart. Would she remain unscathed this time around? Meredith could only hope.
Josef Aziz had a reputation for stealth and lethality. After he was dishonorably discharged from the military, he found himself in the employ of the Dark Wolf. Nowadays, Josef had his own security firm, with Volkov Industries as his only client. Worth billions, he could have retired already, but with no family and no wife, there was no reason to.
Once upon a time, he thought he’d have all of that and more. But betrayal was a hard lesson he learned at the hands of the woman who was now at his mercy. He never thought he would see her again, but now he had her right where he wanted her.
She needed help only he could deliver, but seeing her beg was not enough. He needed her so addicted she could not survive without his touch.
There were no lengths he wouldn’t go to secure his seduction of her.
PREFACE: JOSEF
When Meredith reached out to Volkov Industries with a request to meet to discuss terms regarding the default on the loan her father had taken out with his business as collateral, I was the one who received the message.
After all, I was the one who approved the loan. Backing it with my own personal money as collateral.
It wasn’t because I believed Gray Corps was a good investment, or that they could afford to repay the loan. And it wasn’t because I thought the company could improve any of my own, or the Volkov brothers’ holdings.
I had one reason to set up such a guaranteed disaster.
Meredith Gray.
She was the reason. She was the only woman who’d ever brought me to my knees, and it wasn’t a past I liked to remember.
But this time, our positions were reversed.
This time, I held all the cards.
I knew the second I walked into the boardroom I’d do anything to keep Little Red from getting the upper hand again.
Fuck.
I didn’t mean to call her by the nickname I gave her all those years ago, but I couldn’t actually help myself.
That gorgeous mane of red was fastened at her nape, making me fight a losing battle with a smirk. The style should have looked severe. She’d always hated her hair, but it was the thing I first noticed about her.
She’d been years too young for me. A senior in high school, but one with an old soul. Meredith wasn’t like other girls. I could see it in her eyes.
And that hair. That fucking glorious mane of red was something she could never tame. It was as wild and stunning then as it was now.
I swallowed hard, tamping down on my cursed reaction to this woman. This siren. This breaker of men.
Her emerald eyes sparked surprise as I entered the space. Surprise turned to anger as I took my seat across from her.
“Josef,” she said my name, and I had to close my eyes at the emotions roiling through me.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I represent Volkov Industries and I am calling in your loan in full, Miss Gray.”
“What? You can’t!”
“I can. And I am,” I replied, fury feeding my desire to see her squirm.
My gaze roamed her face, absorbing the shock, taking in the changes time had made. It had been fifteen years since I’d seen her. She was little more than a child then. But Goddamnit, how I’d loved her.
The curve of her lips was the same. But there were fine lines around her mouth.
Not smile lines.
These were different.
Sadder.
The dead organ inside my chest squeezed, and I nearly grunted at the pain of it.
Why was she sad? Did someone hurt her?
Fuck. I shouldn’t be having thoughts like that. Besides, I was the one hurting her. That was the whole fucking plan, wasn’t it?
Squeeze her father by tearing apart the thing he loved most, his company, and squeeze her in the process.
So yeah, Meredith was supposed to be upset. But I wasn’t supposed to care.
“Where is your father? I should b
“He’s in the hospital. Heart attack.”
I paused.
Heart attack? Why the fuck wasn’t I notified?
“I am sorry, I hadn’t heard.”
“Why would you?” she spat the question.
My phone beeped, and I looked down to see a message from Adrik.
Oh shit. Marat’s daughter was just born.
A mixture of disbelief, happiness and envy filled me, but happiness won out, outweighing the others. I had no family of my own, and the Volkov brothers were the closest thing to it.
Adrik and Marat were the family I chose, who chose me. I was sorry I’d missed the part where Marat had gone rogue wolf and hunted the motherfuckers who’d sabotaged one of the Volkov mines.
But since I’d trained the man myself, I believed every single rumor of the Devil Wolf I’d heard since then.
Well done, brother.
It was a good thing Marat was younger than Adrik, or he’d have given his brother’s rep a run for his money.
I smirked.
It was about fucking time Marat realized what he was capable of. And how very interesting that a woman had shown him the way.
“Is that a smile for another life you ruined?”
I flicked my gaze to Meredith, schooling my face to show no emotions.
She looked hostile, angry.
And I was confused.
“You can’t mean you think I ruined your life, Little Red.”
What the fuck was she talking about? I was there all those years ago, rooted to the spot we’d promised to meet.
I’d waited hours only to have her father come with some shitty little note from her saying she didn’t mean any of it.
Not the declarations of love.
Not the giving of herself to me in the moonlit garden behind her bedroom.
Not the promise to leave with me.
Franklin Gray promised not to press charges against me if I left that night, so I did. I’d been young. Stupid. Not the powerful man I was today.
But none of that explained why she was staring daggers at me, pissed as all hell.
Goddamnit.
She was still so damn pretty when she was angry. Her emerald eyes spat green fire at me, and that red hair seemed to glow like flames.
My cock stirred and only through extraordinary self-control did I manage to sit there seemingly unaffected.
“Ha! You’re the one who walked out, and I was left to pick up the pieces,” she said, stunning the fucking shit out of me.
I frowned.
I had a feeling maybe neither of us had the full story. Something was not right in the way things had gone down all those years ago.
True, it had taken me some time to find a weakness in Gray Corp.
Years, actually.
But once I’d fooled her father into taking out a loan at a bank I happened to have a controlling interest in, the rest was easy.
It just took patience. Eight months to be precise. But that was nothing after I’d spent the past fifteen years in torment, waiting for the chance to pay back the woman who almost broke me.
Goddamn her for still looking so beautiful.
Once upon a time, I was mad for her. But she threw me away.
I’d been a fun distraction. Just something she’d used to scratch an itch. She’d wanted a bad boy between her legs to piss Daddy off, and I stupidly ran to fill the position.
Once upon a time, Meredith Gray used me.
Now it was my turn.
PROLOGUE: MEREDITH
“Ha! You’re the one who walked out, and I was left to pick up the pieces.”
I regretted my outburst immediately.
I shouldn’t have said all that. But I just couldn’t believe my eyes.
After all this time, I was sitting in the same room with him.
Josef Aziz.
The man who broke my heart. Only, he wasn’t the same man I knew.
This Josef looked harder, older, a little scary, to be honest.
His thick hair was the same rich mahogany color I remembered. He wore it shaved on the sides and long on top, carefully combed away from his chiseled face. The full beard was new.
Meticulously trimmed and combed, it did nothing to detract from his appearance. No other man affected me the way he did.
I wonder if it is as soft as it looks. I wonder if he’ll let me touch it.
Oh my god! Stop it.
Fifteen years ago, Josef Aziz was the most mesmerizing man I’d ever met. Larger than life, he’d exuded a confidence I could only have ever dreamed of possessing.
Unfortunately, all of that still held true today.
Josef was every bit as intriguing now as he’d been before. The suit he wore was tailored to fit his muscular body. They didn’t make jackets with shoulders that wide off the rack. A man his size, with the obvious wealth he now had, would definitely have a private tailor see to his needs.
He looked good. Rich. Handsome. Fool that I was, I imagined what his wife or girlfriend looked like.
She would have to have been equally stunning. A man like that did not have to settle. Someone tall, thin, well-dressed—the total opposite of me.
Why that thought should send sharp slices of pain shooting through me was something I didn’t want to look closely at. Hurt and jealousy had no business at this meeting.
But the past was a tricky thing to let go of. I clasped my hands together beneath the table, trying for a calm I didn’t feel.
Once upon a time, I’d been in love with Josef Aziz.
Foolish girl that I was, I thought he loved me, too. But that had been a lie.
Fifteen years hadn’t dulled the pain of his rejection and abandonment.
God, he’d walked away so easily. I wanted to hate him for that. Maybe I did.
I wished I had a better story about how I spent my life after he left. I wish I could just brush it off and say it was all forgotten now. Bygones and all that.
But the hurt was as fresh now as it was then.
How did a woman get over the first and only man to break her heart?
Was there a secret society? A book of how to instructions?
Goddamnit.
I wanted to slap his face. I wanted to kiss his lips. I wished I could close my eyes and count to ten, but I couldn’t break eye contact.
He was staring at me. Looking for something. I wasn’t sure what.
The night I’d learned of his betrayal was ingrained in my brain for eternity and each horrifying image was replaying itself like one of those little tourist flip books you bought at a museum or gift store.
Yes, I’d thought about him over the years. But I never expected to see him again.
What am I doing here?
I inhaled a deep breath and squeezed my hands on my lap beneath the wide boardroom table. I couldn’t afford to show weakness. Not where he was concerned.
But tell that to my heart.
It seemed that useless muscle was doomed to repeat past mistakes.
Oh, it quickened the second I recognized him. Stuttering in my chest like it had a mind of its own.
Why should he still affect me after all this time?
Squeezing my hands again, to the point of pain, I gritted my teeth, betraying no emotion.
Josef’s dark gaze zeroed in on me. He was every bit as intense as I remembered.
The only difference was I could no longer tell what he was thinking. And the not knowing was driving me mad.
My gut twisted, every instinct I had screamed at me to get the hell out of there. To run while I could. To get away from his maddening presence and the pain of our past that kept slapping me in the face every second that ticked by.
And yet, despite my natural instincts for self-preservation, I couldn’t move. It all seemed surreal.
I’d just been notified Franklin, the man I’d once thought was my father, had just gotten out of surgery.
He’d been moved to the Intensive Care Unit after a heart attack sent him to the hospital late last night.
But Franklin Gray was not my father by birth.
Yes, it was his name on the birth certificate. And yes, I suppose he’d raised me after my mother’s death.
Well, not really him, more like the nannies and bodyguards he’d hired to watch over me.
