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  Flawless Betrayal

  The Spencer & Sione Series

  Rachel Woods

  Contents

  Just for you …

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

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  About the Author

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the authors’ imaginations or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2017 by Rachel Woods

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  ISBN 978-1-943685-06-6 (Print)

  Thank you God for Your Son Jesus and Your mercy and love.

  Thank you Mother for all the support!

  Thank you Angelique for keeping me out of the rabbit hole!

  And finally, thanks to Barnes and Noble where these characters were first created in 2007 while I was standing at the cash register writing notes when I should have been working!

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  1

  The Woodlands, Texas

  Carlton Woods Gated Community

  Sione walked into the master suite, a spacious area as big as a one-bedroom apartment with a sitting area, reading nook, and a wall of French doors leading out to a large terrace. With a quick intake of breath, he stopped short, staring at the woman who’d stolen his heart, the woman he was falling more and more in love with day by day. The brazen and beautiful woman who had come into his life more than a year ago.

  Spencer Edwards.

  The first time he’d seen Spencer, perched on one of the divans in the lobby of his resort, the Belizean Banyan, he’d known he would, eventually, fall in love with her and the exhilarating descent would change his life—for better and not for worse, which was what his family believed.

  From the first moment he’d met her, Spencer had been sexy and full of secrets, not exactly honest and forthright about her real reasons for visiting Belize. She’d lied to him about so many things, too many things, but the lies she’d told him more than a year ago no longer bothered him. He had stopped wondering if the lies might be stronger than their love. He decided to forget about the lies, and the truth, and the worries about whether or not he would ever be able to trust this woman he’d fallen in love with—and whether or not she would be able to trust him.

  His mother’s assertions notwithstanding, Sione wasn’t convinced their love had been built on deception, something fragile and fractious, something that could fall apart easily and might collapse or implode.

  There had been a time when Sione had wondered if their relationship could survive the dishonesty. He’d doubted if love would really be enough to overcome deception, and thought the lies between them might have the potential, or the power, to destroy them. He’d feared the truth would come out despite his efforts to suppress it, or ignore it, and when it did, the truth would not make them free—it would arrest them, binding them in unbreakable chains.

  Those suspicious, unfounded fears had been fostered by his family, who’d tried like hell to make him believe Spencer was a lying bitch who couldn’t be trusted. Over the past year, as their love for each other had grown and deepened, Sione realized he couldn’t allow his family’s doubts to influence his feelings for Spencer.

  He loved her, couldn’t imagine his life without her, and had decided he wouldn’t live without her.

  Spencer was sprawled across the king-sized bed on her stomach with her legs in the air, ankles crossed, wearing a skimpy pair of purple lace panties and matching camisole. She had a piece of paper, maybe a crossword puzzle, propped on the pillow in front of her and was twirling a pencil between her fingers.

  Sione gazed at her ass for a while, entertaining enticing thoughts of being with Spencer forever, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, until death.

  Spencer turned over, a slow, languid, tempting roll and then sat up, arching a little so he could see her nipples straining against the sheer fabric.

  “Hi, John.” She smiled. “How was work?”

  “It was...okay...how was your day?”

  She shrugged. “All right.”

  “What you got there?” he asked. “Crosswords?”

  “Yeah, but I’m so bad at crosswords.” She tapped the pencil against her bottom lip, grabbed the paper, and perused it. “Like I’m stuck on this one...a four-letter slang word for copulation.”

  He smiled, knowing she was teasing him.

  “Oh, well...” She tossed the paper in the air, then moved onto her knees, and inched toward him, a playful yet salacious look in her brown eyes. She jumped off the bed, walked to him, and slipped her arms around his waist. “So, John, are you interested in a four-letter slang word for copulation?”

  “I am…” Sione stared down at her, mesmerized by how pretty she looked, how he could feel her nipples, as hard as pearls, and how he wanted nothing more than to swirl his tongue around those nipples before taking them into his mouth. “But, I’m more interested in an eight-letter word which symbolizes love, devotion, and commitment forever…”

  The clothes were
discarded quickly, as usual, and they tumbled onto the bed.

  Settling back against the pillows stacked against the tufted headboard, Spencer tried to ignore the hint of apprehension threatening to put a damper on her desire. As John loomed over her, Spencer reflected on his words, relishing and reveling in his heartfelt sentiment. She couldn’t take what he’d said to heart even though his intentions made her heart soar.

  An eight-letter word which symbolizes love, devotion, and commitment forever.

  Spencer had just smiled and kissed him, unable to respond when she realized the word he was referring to—marriage.

  Did John want to marry her?

  The thought filled Spencer with joy, but the happiness would be short-lived. If she married John, things between them would change. Especially in the bedroom. As his wife, he would expect her to accommodate him every time he was rock hard and ready to go. There would be no more slow, sexy, teasing foreplay. He would want her naked as soon as possible. He would always be in a damn hurry to be inside her. And, truthfully, Spencer figured she would be in a rush, too, because marriage would have turned her into “that wife” who would behave like a lust-stricken bitch in heat at the sight of her husband. She would crave him like a drug, aching to be filled to capacity.

  Spencer struggled to focus. She couldn’t entertain wayward thoughts of John as her husband. He wasn’t her husband, and he never would be. Marriage wasn’t on the agenda—wasn’t one of the items on their list of things to do as they fell in love. Marriage wasn’t what she had in mind when she thought of happily ever after with John. She didn’t need to marry John to live together forever with him. All they needed was love and commitment.

  The road to happily ever after wasn’t paved with gold—or good intentions. There were cracks in the foundation and potholes. Sometimes, that sunset they were riding off into seemed so far away she felt as though they would never reach it; other times, it seemed too close, scorching and bright, with the power to expose everything she’d fought so damn hard to keep hidden away in the dark. But, she wouldn’t give up. She couldn’t because—

  You’re so close to getting what you want.

  The memory came out of nowhere, like a seemingly random attack, quick and brutal. Ben’s voice. His sarcastic advice, his condescending tone. Don’t blow it now, sweet girl…

  Abruptly, she felt his mouth on hers and his tongue slipping between her lips, swirling slowly. Moments later, he pulled back and stared at her, his dark eyes mesmerizing and menacing.

  Spencer gasped and tried to push him away.

  “What’s the matter?” John asked.

  Her heart pounding, Spencer stared at the eyes gazing at her, focusing on the swirls of green and light brown flecked with gold. Hazel eyes, beautiful and intoxicating, comforting. As John stared at her, his desire increasing, she forced herself to think of all the things she loved about him and all the reasons why, for her, he was the perfect man. He was loving and kind and compassionate and protective and supportive. John was the man of her dreams, the fantasy that had come true. He was—

  Not what you think, sweet girl. You think he’s your knight in shining armor, but the truth is, we are more alike than we are different. Squeezing her eyes shut, Spencer tried to will Ben’s voice and his image from her mind. What the hell was he doing in her head anyway? Why the hell was she thinking about him now? Why was she thinking about him at all?

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah…” she said, trying to smile, trying to think of something dirty and nasty to say, but a strange, ominous feeling had taken up residence within her, like some unwanted houseguest, and she was having a hard time getting it to leave.

  Gently, John teased her with soft, lingering kisses, but Spencer was impatient, desperate to have him inside her, and didn’t want to wait a second longer. She wasn’t really interested in foreplay. She needed vigorous thrusts, hoping the frenetic pounding would drive away the errant, intrusive memories of Ben Chang, his dire prophecies, and his terrorizing gaze.

  John’s fingers delved inside her, sliding and probing, and soon, he was finding spots she didn’t know existed, sending her over the edge several times, soaring and crashing...

  Before she could recover, he was burying his face between her legs, licking around her clit, slipping his tongue inside her, flicking and sucking, as his hands reached up the length of her body and grabbed her breasts.

  Panting, she arched her back, circling her hips as he took her over the edge yet another time.

  Soon, the sheets beneath her were soaked.

  Even after all that, there was resistance when he tried to thrust. The vagina that had been so welcoming moments ago closed ranks, refusing the head of his penis. Despite how wet she was, there was a refusal to accept him within her without struggle...

  Frowning, John asked, “You okay?”

  Spencer nodded, trying to relax and ignore the panic fluttering in her chest.

  John pushed, and insistence met resistance again, but for Spencer, it was like exquisite torture, and soon, the defenses began to break down, the barriers allowed them to be broken through, and full access was granted.

  As soon as his entire massive length and width was inside, she didn’t think she would get enough; she wanted it to last forever.

  With the first full thrust, she was moaning and panting.

  Teasing her, John withdrew entirely and then battled his way back in, past the decreasing resistance, so each time felt like the first time, over and over again, a constant ebb and flow, sending a surge of pleasure through her, flooding her, drowning and drenching...

  Finally, John found a pace, sliding in and out with velocity, but he didn’t commit to it. She hooked one leg over his shoulder as he entered her slowly, so she felt him inch by inch, and it was intense and delicious, but she was still impatient.

  He withdrew and entered her again. With the retreat and surge forward, she went over the edge, crying out as she went limp beneath him, panting and groaning. But, it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Forcing him to switch their positions, she climbed on top of him and guided him inside her. Sliding up and down his long, thick length with vigor and determination, she moaned as she went over the edge again.

  Moaning and writhing, she kissed him, swirling her tongue in his mouth. Spencer sunk her nails into his shoulders as her moans grew louder as she moved up and down on him, wild and maniacal. Each time she rose, she squeezed him as hard as she could, and when she moved down, she was grinding against him, taking him in all the way.

  And it wasn’t long before she was thrashing, and when she came, she was screaming his name.

  2

  The Woodlands, Texas

  Carlton Woods Gated Community

  Sione stood at the island in the kitchen, whipping egg whites in a glass bowl as conflicting thoughts divided his attention.

  Sex with Spencer last night had been satisfying but not as spectacular as it could have been, as it usually was, and he had a feeling she’d been troubled about something. Whatever had been on her mind caused a disconnect between them. It was disconcerting, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the reason for her distraction. Speculation, of course, had run rampant, right out of his control, leading him toward disturbing conclusions. He hoped his suspicions were unfounded. But, the possibility that his suspicions might be true unnerved him and made him reluctant to ask questions.

  He stopped whisking, realizing he was seconds away from making a meringue instead of an omelet.

  Cursing, he stared at the egg whites as the foam began to dissipate. His thoughts shifted, pivoting toward memories of his most recent trip to Belize. Two weeks ago, he’d traveled back to his birthplace—after being away for the past three months while Spencer spent some time with her sisters and grandmother—to deal with an issue concerning the luxury tree houses. The ambitious endeavor had quickly become a headache with all sorts of problems and issues he hadn’t foreseen from bad weather to construction workers threateni
ng to strike and unionize to misguided tree-huggers creating human chains to protest what they considered his “rape” of the natural environment in the name of greedy capitalism.

  Beyond weather and employment concerns, the most pressing issue was always money, and his presence had been required in San Ignacio because he needed more funds. Raising capital wasn’t easy, particularly when the bank was a bit squeamish about loaning him more cash. He’d had to do a bit more leveraging of his property and liquefying of his assets than he’d been comfortable with, but it couldn’t be avoided. He didn’t want to put the project on hold, but he was starting to question his decision.

  Initially, the idea for the luxury tree houses had convinced Sione that he just might deserve the legacy his uncle had left him—the sprawling five-star Belizean Banyan resort. But the money problems and the uncertainty about whether or not he would be able to successfully solve them had shaken his confidence.