The Seduction of Destiny Rhode [The Seduction 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

The Seduction 3

The Seduction of Destiny Rhode

Destiny Rhode took a leap of faith to end all in buying a run-down resort in Florida, determined to turn the business around and build a new life for herself. The day contractor Ronan Kelley comes on board, her entire world flips upside down. Ronan is sexy, dominant, and a very serious temptation. She finds herself drawn to him. Though most women would probably run from his “just sex” offer, for Destiny, it’s exactly what she needs.

In the opinion of Ronan Kelly, nothing in the world radiates more beauty than the perfectly submissive woman. In Destiny, he sees more than the smart, compassionate creature who puts herself last every time. He sees a woman he craves to have in his bed, under his dominance. Determined to help her discover her true nature, can he also teach her that submission is not about weakness at all, but the ultimate strength?

Genre:
BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

Length:
70,451 words
 

The Seduction 3

Samantha Lucas

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THE SEDUCTION OF DESTINY RHODE

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THE SEDUCTION OF DESTINY RHODE

The Seduction 3

SAMANTHA LUCAS

Copyright © 2012

Destiny had feared this moment since signing the papers that, for all intents and purposes, had changed her life two days previously. She stood anxiously awaiting the reaction of Oscar Ramirez in the living room they used to share once upon a time, a living room that looked like it was ripped right off the set of
Mad Men
. She would have thought,
shared in happier times
, but wasn’t sure there really ever had been any happier times for the two of them.

In many ways, even divorced nine years, they were still the same as they had been in high school. He was in charge. What he said went.
Period
. Didn’t matter how she felt about it, what she thought, or how it would affect them as a couple or, after they had the boys, as a family. Oscar’s word was law and for some reason, still was.

She knew him too well and could see him fighting hard to hold onto his temper. People said
redheads
had a temper. Well, Oscar’s temper had outmatched hers from day one, despite the color of her hair. Today he wore the brown pinstriped suite she thought made his eyes more chocolate in color. She remembered how they always looked like the perfect couple, he in his expensive suits, she in her colorful dresses. It was just a shame that in truth they were the shining example of “don’t judge a book by its cover.”

Uncertain that he ever even liked her, she sometimes wondered why he ever married her in the first place.

Sometimes she wondered why she married him, but then she remembered her mother’s high regard of the union and her own never-ending need to please that always seemed to get her into more trouble than she could handle.

Now, however, she was beginning to wonder if he was going to say anything at all, or simply stand there silently pinching the bridge of his nose until she gave up and left the room.

She brushed her palms along her flared, yellow, fifties-style skirt and glanced at each of her boys for moral support.

“You did
what
?” Oscar finally looked up, expression clearly disapproving, and spoke, strain evident in his tone.

If it weren’t for the fact that she was already in this thing too deep, she would have backed out. There wasn’t any out, though, so she stared straight into the eyes of the man she used to love with all her heart and soul and repeated herself, calmly and clearly.

“I bought a hotel in central Florida.” She hated how timid she sounded.

His face started to turn red at the edges, and for some sick reason, she decided to give him the last nudge he would need to topple over the edge into furiousness.

“It’s more of a resort, really. Seven hundred rooms, restaurants, shopping and sixty thousand square feet of convention space, all on seventy-seven acres of prime Orlando real estate.” She kept her tone level and flat. “It’s an amazing investment, and I’m going to make it work.”

She tried not to show it, but she felt queasy at the thought of all she’d taken on. Her mind wandered back to the phone call she’d made to Aiden to tell him about the property. Something about the place spoke to her. Though sadly neglected, it had good energy. For the life of her she’d never know why, but she wanted to help it. She called Aiden, thinking maybe
he’d
want to buy it. How on earth it ended up
her
property she didn’t think she’d ever know, but that Aiden could be a smooth fast-talker when he wanted to be. Of course she already knew that about him, didn’t she?

“Are you out of your mind, Destiny? You’re a housewife from
Kansas
. What the fuck do you know about running
anything
, let alone a resort in central Florida?”

Though Oscar’s tone seemed intended to discourage her, it mostly just pissed her off. They’d played this game before too many times for her not to know all his tricks, but now wasn’t the time to show doubt. Now she needed to pretend she was the secure, confident woman she’d tried to convince herself she was ever since signing the papers.

“I ran this house for fourteen years. I ran the home school co-op for six. I ran the literacy outreach for four. I
started
the food network at the church. Yes, this may be bigger than all those things combined, but I’m a smart woman. I’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, you’re always ‘figuring it out.’” He put air quotes around her statement which pissed her off more.

Like always, his first move was trying to dismiss her accomplishments. What she did was a hobby. What
he
did was work.
He
made accomplishments. She merely had something to occupy her time with. If she remembered correctly, and she did, his remarks no matter what she did always amounted to, “That’s nice, dear.”

“I think it’s awesome, mom.” Austin dared to put in his two cents’ worth. “Will we all live there?”

He came to stand beside her, and as his height alone attested, he was hardly a baby anymore. In her heart, though, he always would be
her
baby. She dusted his Justin Bieber bangs out of his eyes and wrapped her arms around him.

“
I’m
going to live there, yes. You are fourteen years old, and Max is…well, an
adult
.”

God, was he really about to turn twenty-two?

Had she really been divorced
nine years
?

Where had all the time gone?

She made eye contact with Max, sitting on the back of the sofa like he’d been told not to do a million times since before he was three years old and who’d been uncharacteristically quiet through all of this.

“You’re both old enough to decide where, and with
whom
, you want to live.” Though she was secretly praying they’d pick her and didn’t know what she’d do without them, the decision
did
belong to them.

“I want to go with you!” Austin turned sheepish and looked at his dad. “No offense, dad.”

Oscar grimaced. “None taken.”

She left out the snide remark on the tip of her tongue about how his work kept him in the air and away from home three hundred days of the year anyway and replied, “I know your sister would be more than happy to let Austin stay with her if he wanted to stay here, but in truth, though, it will be easier for you to arrange your life and schedule to come down there, than it would for me to come back up here.”

“So, you’re just going to pack up and move to Florida? What about your mom? What about all your charities and outreach groups. What about the church banquets and ‘Mommy and Me’ classes and God knows what else you’re up to?”