Revenge Seduction: Captivating The Wall Street Monster

The water in the black marble bathtub had gone cold.

Corrine Watts rested her bare arms on the edge of the tub. Her fingertips traced the surface of the water. The chill seeped into her skin, but it did nothing to numb the burning humiliation in her chest. Arron had abandoned her at the birthday party downstairs. He had left her standing there while he walked away with another woman.

A faint electronic click echoed through the silent suite.

The heavy walnut door of the penthouse had just unlocked. Corrine's heart slammed against her ribs. She stopped breathing.

Heavy, measured footsteps crossed the living room carpet. The sound of expensive leather shoes moving closer to the bathroom.

A tall, dark shadow fell across the frosted glass of the bathroom door. It blocked the light from the hallway. He was right outside.

The brass doorknob turned. A large, knuckle-heavy hand pushed the door open.

Cold air rushed into the steam-filled bathroom. The white mist swirled violently around the black tiles.

Cassius Mayer stepped into the room. He wore a charcoal-gray tailored suit. His hand froze in mid-air, right as he was about to loosen his tie.

His deep blue eyes locked onto the woman in the tub. They were the color of freezing ocean water. His pupils contracted slightly at the sudden sight of her bare shoulders.

Corrine tilted her wet face upward. She looked straight at the most feared man on Wall Street through the thinning steam. She forced the corners of her mouth to curl into a provocative smile.

Cassius's brow furrowed instantly. He recognized her face. This was his useless adopted son's girlfriend. A flash of pure disgust crossed his eyes.

Corrine did not shrink back. Instead, she slowly stood halfway up in the tub. Water droplets slid down her pale skin. She wanted him to see her vulnerability. She wanted him to see the trap.

He took a deliberate half-step back, a purely reflexive motion designed to immediately establish and enforce a strict boundary of distance. His eyes narrowed sharply, sweeping over her exposed figure not with any trace of desire, but with the freezing, clinical assessment of a hazardous problem that needed to be swiftly disposed of.

Corrine stepped out of the tub. Her bare feet hit the freezing black marble floor. She walked straight toward him.

"Stop right there."

Cassius's voice was a low, commanding growl. It carried the heavy pressure of a man who owned everything he looked at.

Corrine ignored the warning. She closed the distance. Her wet feet left dark footprints on the stone floor, erasing the safe space between them.

She raised a dripping hand. Her fingertips brushed against the lapel of his suit jacket. She felt the solid heat of his chest radiating through the expensive fabric.

Cassius moved faster than she could blink. His large hand clamped down on her slender wrist. His grip was bone-crushing.

Corrine sucked in a sharp breath. The pain shot up her arm. But