Chapitre 8: The New Heir of Carter Empire
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Her proposal now took a back seat to a more immediate indulgence, as her fingers ventured beneath Atlas's shirt, tracing the contours of his skin with a provocativeness that belied her calculated nature.
"I've changed my mind, how about we have a little fun first," Victoria whispered seductively, her hand slipping inside Atlas's shirt to caress his bare skin. Her movements were deliberate, designed to entice and distract.
Their lips met in a fervent kiss, full of mutual enthusiasm, as Victoria and Atlas gave in to the moment's heat.
Atlas responded with equal fervor, his hands moving deftly to slip the straps of Victoria's dress off her shoulders.
The fabric fell away smoothly, pooling around her waist and revealing the upper part of her body in the dim light of the limousine.
As the physical connection deepened, Victoria didn't let the opportunity slip to weave her ambitions into the intimacy.
"Let's get rid of Beatrice. You and I can lead our empire together. You know I'm far more competent than Beatrice," she murmured between breaths, her voice laced with both desire and determination.
Atlas, caught in the throes of passion, remained calculated in his response, his hands exploring Victoria's body as he spoke, "We can't. Your parents left everything to Beatrice, not to you." His lips found her neck, then trailed down to her chest, continuing their heated engagement.
Victoria moaned, the sensation momentarily distracting her from her larger ambitions. "Ahhh…" she sighed, losing herself in the pleasure of Atlas's attentions.
For a moment, her sharp, scheming mind set aside thoughts of business deals and betrayals, allowing herself the luxury of pure sensation.
The conversation about their potential partnership and the future of the empire blurred into the background, overtaken by the immediacy of their physical connection.
Yet, even in the heat of passion, the seeds of betrayal and power plays were sown.
Each kiss, each touch, was a negotiation in itself, a battle of wills and desires where the ultimate prize was control, not just of each other's bodies, but of the empire that loomed over them both.
As the city passed by outside, unnoticed, the two of them were locked in a dangerous game that could shift at any moment, driven by passion but defined by power.
In the seclusion of the moving limousine, the air was charged with a mix of business and pleasure, creating a potent cocktail that fueled their clandestine meeting.
Victoria, driven by ambition, used every tool at her disposal, intertwining seduction seamlessly with her strategic maneuvers.
"Don't worry, I've already taken care of that. You just need to ensure Beatrice is pushed far away, discredited, made unfit to lead the empire. Control will naturally pass to me. Then…" Victoria's words were abruptly cut off as Atlas, driven by his own desires, inserted his manhood assertively to her pleasure core, catching her off guard. "Argh! Fuck!"
Atlas grinned wickedly, his expression devoid of guilt as he paused, hovering close, his breath mingling with hers. "Then what?" he prompted, his voice low and teasing, challenging her to continue despite the interruption.
Victoria, though momentarily flustered by the sudden shift, quickly regained her composure, her mind racing as fast as her heart.
She locked eyes with Atlas, her gaze fiery and determined.
"Then we consolidate power, expand the empire further than Beatrice could ever envision. We become the unstoppable force this legacy needs."
Atlas, intrigued and stimulated by Victoria's blend of passion and ambition, leaned in closer, his voice a seductive whisper that belied the steel of his underlying intentions.
"I like the way you think, Victoria. But remember, we play by my rules in this game."
dance of power and seduction, resumed amidst the backdrop of the city passing by in a blur. Every touch and word between them was loaded with the potential of what they could achieve together.
"Ah yes! Yes! Yes! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!!" Victoria cried out, her voice rising in ecstasy as Atlas expertly maneuvered, his movements synchronized with her gasps.
Her head nodded vigorously, hair cascading around her shoulders, as the rhythm intensified.
"Faster, faster," Victoria pleaded breathlessly, caught in the whirlwind of their fervent embrace.
"Yes. I'll accelerate the plans for Beatrice's transfer to the psychiatric hospital," Atlas murmured, his voice low and husky, barely audible over the sound of their intertwined panting.
He quickened his pace, his movements becoming more assertive and forceful, each thrust deep and deliberate, pushing Victoria towards a crescendo of cries.
"Just hold on, Vicky," he whispered, his tone mixing reassurance with a hint of dominance, as he navigated them both through the peaks of their passion.
"No. I need you to do it faster! Don't let the news of Beatrice's awaken come up at tomorrow's board meeting and shareholders'. Limit all communication to Beatrice. I want assurance that all of my hard work is running smoothly!" Victoria pleaded in a coy tone.
Atlas, grinding his teeth at Victoria's nipple, glanced at her. "And what profit do I get?"
"You'll get your profit later... after you divorce Beatrice and marry me, the new heir of Carter Empire," she replied, intentionally reminding Atlas that she wasn't the type of woman to be dealt with casually.
"I like you more than Beatrice. You're not that naive." Atlas complimented her.
"Oh of course. ahhh ahhhh ahhh!!!!"
Coinciding with that, Atlas sped up his tempo until Victoria was intoxicated and screaming in her climax.
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