Victoria burned with shame at their tangled position, but right now, the only thing keeping her alive was the crackling campfire beside them. Out here, if she ran from its warmth, she risked freezing to death.


    "McNeil, put me down," she hissed, ncing around at the dark woods. "We''re in the middle of nowhere."


    Her long hair tumbled over her shoulders, catching the firelight and making her look even more breathtaking.


    But McNeil only pressed her head firmly against his chest, his heartbeat pounding in her ear.


    "Isn''t the wild even better?" His voice rumbled above her, deep and dangerous. "Adds a little thrill, doesn''t it?"


    Victoria was caught in his iron grip, her limbs awkward and tense as his hands grew bolder by the second.


    "McNeil," she spat, "you go from woman to woman, and now you want to touch me? Doesn''t that disgust you?"


    She wanted nothing to do with him—not anymore. Last time, it had only been a reckless mistake.


    She told herself it was no different from picking up a stranger at a club. One night of pleasure, then in the morning, they''d both go their separate ways, owing each other nothing.


    He tilted his head, eyes glinting. "What about you? That man you found did youpare us? Was he better than me in bed, or was I the one who kept you up all night?"


    Victoria''s hand shot up, ready to p him, but he caught her wrist, crushing her lips with his in a bruising kiss.


    No matter how she struggled, she couldn''t break free from his hold. He pulled her flush against him, making sure she felt every inch of his desire.


    But no matter what he did, Victoria''s rejection was absolute. Her face stayed cold, her eyes empty of any warmth.


    McNeil studied her wless features, then caught her chin in his hand, letting out a low, humorlessugh.


    "Already tired of me after sampling something new? Don''t forget, Victoria, until the divorce papers are signed, you''re still my wife."


    He dragged her hand to his chest, forcing her to touch him as he leaned in and whispered, "Just one night with me. However much you think I''m worth, that''s what you can pay me. I won''tin."


    Victoria let out a bitterugh. Was he addicted to being used? As if she''d pay him anything at all—she wouldn''t give him a penny. The thought was almost funny.


    "McNeil, I honestly have no interest," she said icily.


    Her heart had turned to stone the moment she decided to leave.


    "I don''t care if you''re interested," he murmured, his lips brushing hers. "All that matters is I am."


    He kissed her again, his breath warm against her ear. "Five million."


    "What?"


    McNeil held her gaze. "I charge a thousand a night. For you, five million. You stay with me tonight, I''ll pay you five million."


    Victoria couldn''t hold back anymore. She pped him, hard.


    "You said it yourself-the divorce isn''t final. That means half your money is already mine. Five million? Who do you think you''re cheapening?"


    She stared him down, fury burning in her eyes. When the Langford family was hanging by a thread, she''d stood by him, weathered every storm for six years. She''d poured everything she had her skills, her family''s resources, everyst connection from the Turner side-into rebuilding his empire.


    She''d eaten scraps with him, worked through endless sleepless nights, even while pregnant, hunched over herptop, drafting proposals and chasing deals for The Langford Group.


    Five million? Tonight, even if McNeil wanted to toss a bone to a beggar, he wouldn''t have the nerve to insult them with such a sum.


    Her p left a vivid imprint on his handsome face.


    But McNeil didn''t get angry. He just grabbed her wrist and fixed her with a steely re.


    "Finished? Had enough? Because if you''re done, it''s my turn now."