As promised, here it is! And let's all rejoice that Revenge is back tomorrow! :D Thank you to everyone who reviews, they mean so much to me and really fuel me to write. This one is probably the most difficult updates I've written before, but I gave it my all so please tell me what you think. I'm terrified to hear to hear what you think, and actually nervous no one likes it and now I'm really scarred. It is very different from what I usually write. Oh well, here it is.

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Torture

"No."

Conrad caught Victoria's hands before they could unlatch his belt, his eyes hardening onto hers. He had to stop this now before it got any further. Yes, she was his wife, but after everything they had been through, Conrad knew he would never forgive himself if he slept with her tonight. His mind may be clouded with alcohol but he was stable enough to end this now.

"I want you to leave, now."

Victoria's eyes rounded in astonishment and irritation. For god's sake this man fell for her former best friend twice, even after she had blackmailed him for millions of dollars. He slept with her son's girlfriend for crying out loud. Yet he seemed to have enough control to say no to her, and the thought maddened her to the core.

Conrad released her hands and she returned his gaze with an icy stare, swallowing back her protest. She slipped out of his lap, enraged. She almost had him. Perhaps the plan was ridiculous from the start, perhaps it was deemed to fail; after all she was drunk when she had formed it. No, she refused to believe it, it was the perfect plan. And Victoria Grayson was never a failure, she would not watch it fall apart.

Conrad watched her walk away, expecting her to leave the room but to his fury she had jumped back onto the table. He watched her settle herself on the edge of the table, her legs dangling at the end. Conrad wanted to protest but knew that was what she wanted, and he'd be damned if he gave her what she wanted. So instead he clamped his mouth shut, knowing that she would tire and eventually leave.

Victoria picked up his glass of brandy as if he wasn't there and tilted her head back, draining the fiery liquid down in one gulp. All the while, she could feel his gaze burning daggers into her skin. Perfect.

Victoria placed the glass back down and tilted her head back as she ran her fingers through her growing, ebony tresses. Her eyes fluttered shut as her fingernails traced a pathway down the expanse of her neck. Her fingers temptingly continued down the cleft of her chest, ran down her breasts and to the voluptuous curves down her sides.

Conrad's mouth dried as he watched the enticing scene, a slight moan escaping his wife's plump lips. And even though he knew it was an act to deceive Conrad into her bed, he couldn't help but watch with parted lips.

Victoria stopped her torturous behaviour, knowing it was driving Conrad crazy. Instead she pushed his paperwork back and lowered herself down until she was lying seductively on his desk. Still ignoring his presence she brought her right knee back so it was bent, the flowing material of her dress sliding up her thigh and slipping down the side, revealing naked skin and black, lace lingerie. Her fingers entangled themselves through her dark strands as she arched her back. Her eyes flickered to his as she arched an eyebrow.

"Are you sure?"

A furious battle ensued inside Conrad at the tantalizing sight. He fought every sensation in his body that was urging him to take her right there and then on his desk. But that was what she wanted, and although Conrad was clueless as to whatever schemeVictoria had concocted, he'd be damned if he let it happen. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of giving in, but he wouldn't let her see him weakly leave the room either. He would remain there, strong and unbreakable, until she realized that her little act wouldn't work and leave, embarrassed and defeated. Or so he hoped.

Swallowing the thick lump that had formed in his throat Conrad opened his mouth to speak, but as his eyes caught her cleavage, rising and falling with her heavy breaths, the words died on his tongue. Instead an incoherent, absurd noise slipped from his lips, sounding almost like a groan.

Victoria's eyes glimmered victoriously. Yet Conrad's stance was still strong, but his knuckles were turning white from gripping onto the armchairs and his eyes were desperately trying to avert their gaze from her. He was weakening.

Victoria leaned up, her fingers finding her ankles. Then inch-by-inch and achingly so, they travelled up her creamy, smooth legs and wandered over the curve of her thighs, attracting Conrad's straying eyes. They rested on the sides of her lace underwear before she slowly sat up, the silky material gliding down her thighs again. Her dark eyes held his gaze as she slowly and torturously slid the lingerie down her legs and off. It hung on her finger and she met Conrad's eyes with a small smirk.

She swung her legs back around the counter and crossed her leg over the other, dropping the material before him.

"Or now?" she purred, her eyes glimmering mischievously.

Conrad gritted his teeth together as he restrained himself from moving. His heart galloped against his chest as desired stirred within him, and he tried desperately to forget that Victoria was sitting on his desk, wearing nothing but the thin dress and wanting him. But more than anything he tried not to let his arousal show. But he knew it was pointless. He had to be strong…he had to be strong…he had to be strong…

A small sigh escaped Victoria's lips as she watched her tortured husband. "Such a shame."

And she slipped off the desk and made her way to the door with slow movements, her hips swaying deliciously. Yet the smirk continued to play on her lips, because she knew he wouldn't be far behind.

He had to remain controlled…he had to remain controlled…he had to-

Releasing an exasperated breath Conrad jumped from his chair, the sound of his hurried footsteps stopping her. Victoria whirled around as Conrad roughly pulled her towards him, smashing his lips onto hers. Victoria smirked triumphantly as she returned his kiss with equal passion, her eyes fluttering shut. She knew it was only a matter of time before he caved.

Conrad pushed her against the wall, releasing a small moan from her lips when her hit head the back.

"I…want…you…now," Conrad muttered between rough kisses.

Victoria chuckled darkly at his eagerness. Conrad quickly pinned her arms above her head, wiping the smirk off her face. His lips trailed down her jaw and to her neck, his tongue flicking against her collarbone. A moan stirred from the base of her throat as he hungrily sucked and nibbled on the sensitive hollow of her skin.

Victoria freed her arms and clutched onto his shirt. She pulled him in closer as his lips tore through her wine drenched lips, sinking his teeth into her swollen lips. Conrad's hands wandered from her dark tresses down her soft skin and down the cleft of her chest. His hands roamed her breasts and down her curves, smirking at every moan he released from her bruised lips.

Victoria's leg shook as she felt his hands slipped beneath the top of her dress and over her breasts, eliciting an erotic groan from her lips. She let her head fall back against the wall, breathless. It wasn't surprising that he had this power over her, and she would regain her control.

With all the strength she could gather Victoria pushed Conrad backwards and drove him against the wall. A smirk pulled at her lips at his dumbfounded expression. Taking her chance Victoria captured his lips in a demanding kiss as her fingers hurriedly attacked the buttons of his shirt, sliding the material off his shoulders. His hands found her sides as hers crept down his chest.

"Do you want me Conrad?" she breathed between her kisses.

"Yes," Conrad growled breathlessly.

Victoria parted his legs with her knee, teasingly pressing it against his center. A groan escaped his lips as he entangled his fingers through her dark tresses. Victoria's lips brushed against his ear, her raspy purr sending waves of shivers down his spine.

"Tell me. Beg."

Conrad's head spun as his heart hammered against his chest. God he wanted her more than anything, he was willing to drop to his knees, cry, plead…do absolutely anything to take her.

"Yes, I want you," he whispered back achingly.

Victoria's eyes glimmered mischievously as she successful slid his pants down, slowly rocking her hips into his. A groan rose in his throat as the back of his head hit the wall, his hands travelling up her dress. His body ached all over for her, and the sensations were driving him mad. He needed her now.

"Please Victoria, I want you."

The smirk had never been wider as she broke the kiss, meeting Conrad's eyes. "That's what I thought," she whispered wickedly.

And pressing her lips against his once more she released him from her grasp and broke the kiss. Taking a few steps back her eyes flickered over the dumbfounded man still pressed against the wall, breathless, aroused and lusting after her. A triumphant smile touched her lips as she whirled around and headed towards the door.

Conrad was speechless. Victoria paused halfway across the room and turned around, her face hardening as she recalled Conrad's affair with Ashley, the motivation for her revenge tonight.

"Conrad," her eyes darkening into a menacing glare. "Don't you ever screw with me again".

Victoria turned on her heel and sashayed towards the door. She paused. Victoria cast a glance over her shoulder; pleased to see that Conrad was still frozen in a state of shock, yet his lips were still parted with desire. Victoria knew he was almost breathless with lust and consumed with needs that would never be satisfied: and the thought reinvigorated her.

"And Conrad," she called, her eyes flickering over the lingerie on the floor, her eye batting, hinting a mischievous wink. "Feel free to keep it."

Her dark chuckle resounded in his ears as she left the room, leaving him alone, trembling and unsatisfied.

Thanks for reading, please review they do help! Also, I have a few ideas, but your input is always helpful so I've love to see what you want. I can either continue on with the themes of seduction scheming etc, or I can jump right into the drama and angsty/fluffy convict scenes. Which I'm guessing you'd prefer? Tell me what you want!