Angel from Hell

"Believe me or not, my dear brother-in-law. I'll give you a heaven-like experience." Dorothy slowly approached Vincent, her feminine fragrance gently wafting over his face. The alluring fragrance filled his senses, stirring the desire he had tried so hard to suppress. "And then what?" Vincent leaned back on the sofa, smoking calmly, as if waiting for her explanation. His chiseled face, highlighted by the swirling smoke, was sharp and aristocratic, so handsome it almost seemed unreal. He frowned slightly, seemingly displeased by Dorothy's blatant seduction. Noticing his scrutiny, she met his gaze head-on, her eyes brimming with slyness and temptation, tinged with desperation and madness. "Do you want to find out?" Vincent remained as cold as ever, but something inside him stirred, like a bee sting to his chest. Before he knew it, Dorothy was pinned beneath him on the sofa. Vincent's sharp nose brushed against her cheek, his voice growing hoarser. "What did you just call me?" His voice was deep and rough, and her lips were so close that they nearly brushed her earlobe. The heat of his breath on the sensitive spot behind her ear sent shivers down her spine. She raised her fingers to rest lightly against his firm chest, the warmth of his skin seeping through the thin fabric. "My dear brother-in-law," she whispered. He growled low, "You know I'm your future brother-in-law, and you still dare to pull this?" Dorothy wrapped her arms around his neck. "Do you love Katherine?" His eyes narrowed, but he didn't respond. So, Dorothy took the initiative and kissed him. She was sure of one thing—he didn't love Katherine. Besides, she knew Katherine was desperate to marry him. But getting back at Katherine wasn't her goal. Her real aim was to get into the Valentine Group, and Vincent was her best bet. Punishing Katherine was just a bonus. Dorothy was curious to see how Katherine would react when she realized the man she coveted had been taken by her. It might be fun. She turned her head slightly, admiring Vincent's perfect profile. He was the idol of countless girls in the city, more captivating than any celebrity. Before, she had never really looked at him—he was Katherine's fiancé, destined to be her enemy. But now, seeing his muscular build, as solid as a baseball player's, she couldn't help but swallow hard. This was definitely a deal worth making. Vincent had no idea what was going through Dorothy's mind, and even if he did, he wouldn't have cared. His entire focus was on the sensuality emanating from the woman in front of him. Her kiss shattered his restraint, igniting a fire that burned uncontrollably within him. His desire was so intense, and he found himself completely powerless against her. Vincent's kisses rained down on her, igniting every inch of her skin. "It's so hot..." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Though she repeatedly told herself this was just a transaction, she couldn't help but lose herself in his kisses. Vincent's large hands intertwined with hers, pulling her back into the searing embrace. As she thought of the drug she had slipped into his drink fifteen minutes earlier, Dorothy couldn't help but smile smugly. Vincent would never know she never drank while discussing serious matters. The most important thing that her father had ever taught her was to always stay sharp, no matter the circumstances. That glass of wine was just bait to lure him in. Dorothy's heart pounded, betraying the emotions she couldn't help but feel for him. But then, she remembered the blueprint she had found that morning in her father's favorite book. She bit her tongue hard, reminding herself that she couldn't afford to get carried away. Her father had died unjustly, and only she could avenge him. Vincent's only worth was his title as CEO of the Valentine Group, and she knew he was in cahoots with Katherine. To everyone else, he dominated the entire business world of Northon. But to her, he was nothing more than a tool for her revenge. She blinked up at the man lost in lust, her thick lashes fluttering like feathers against his heart. "Do you want me, future brother-in-law?" His voice was thick with desire. "Do you know what you're doing?" "Of course," Dorothy answered with unwavering determination. Vincent didn't hesitate any longer, tearing off Dorothy's dress rudely. This woman had decided to sleep with him and drugged him in the process. It was only fair that she would be the one to cure him. This was the price she had to pay for her actions. In Vincent's eyes, women weren't defined by beauty but by whether they were pleasing or irritating. From the first time he had seen Dorothy at the Sunite residence, her beauty had struck him like the most exquisite rose in the garden, taking root in his heart. Now, that same rose was blossoming under him. Vincent's movements grew more intense, his control slipping away as his hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat. His deep eyes blazed with wild, raw desire. No woman had ever stirred his emotions so easily. At this moment, his prized self-control had completely unraveled. By three in the morning, Dorothy lay exhausted on the bed. Vincent was half-lying beside her, casually lighting a cigarette, the effects of the drug now gone. She turned her head to watch his perfect profile fade in and out through the smoke. Noticing her gaze, he naturally stubbed out the cigarette and looked down at her. "Tell me, what is it that you really want?" She smiled faintly, "Can I really tell the truth?" "Isn't that why you're here?" Dorothy lifted her finger and gently poked his chest. "I want you."