A Tempting Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #1)

by Jessa Wilder

She’s young and fresh with a spark of life I have no business coveting. I would ruin her the second I touched her. The blood that permanently stains my hands would coat her, slowly dirtying her every inch until it snuffed out her light.

I take a step forward, closing the distance between us with sure strides. Her eyes widen as I step into her space, but she doesn’t move. Caught like a rabbit, frozen in place while I stalk toward her until the toes of her shoes meet mine. She has to tip her head all the way back to continue looking at me, and I bend toward her, close enough that our breaths mingle together.

I rub my thumb along her bottom lip, freeing it from her abuse, then dip the tip inside. Her soft tongue runs along the rough pad, sending a blistering heat rushing through me, the taste of my cum filling her mouth.

This woman’s been haunting my dreams, gasping my name, and has quickly become my obsession.

My brother clears his throat. “So who are we stalking?” “My future wife.”

I’m one hundred percent certain he’d wanted me. Wanted me to watch, wanted it to be me on my knees in front of him.

She is captivating me with her clear green eyes, pulling me in like I’m a planet and she’s my sun. I’ll gladly spend my days orbiting around her. The only thing stopping me from owning her body is knowing that the second I break the kiss, she’ll flee. I need her to be tied to me, irrevocably mine. I’m not a patient man, but I’ll wait for her. Show her that we’re meant to be. That she’s the piece of my soul that’s missing and I’m the armor she desperately needs.

She conceals a part of herself from everyone but not from me. For me, she’s brilliant in her anger. For me, she doesn’t mask her emotions under pretty smiles. For me, she lets herself shine through. I wonder if she’s aware that she only reveals herself to the most dangerous man she knows.

“What was all of that ‘it’s a tradition for the heir to get married’ shit about?” He grabs my arm. “And for that matter, why weren’t you freaking the fuck out?” “I created it,” I deadpan and shrug him off. He steps back, hands up in surrender. Even my family knows not to touch me. Xander leans forward. “Why would you do that?” “Because the girl I’m going to marry needs some extra motivation.” “Who is it?” Bash asks, curiosity filling his voice. Now that we’ve gotten onto the topic, he’s not going to drop it. “The Bruins’ PR rep.” Bash laughs. “Fuck, I’ve seen her. She’s hot.” I glare, and he shuts up. “You’re not too old for me to beat you.”

Until…after the “incident,” as my parents like to call it. When I woke up in the hospital with stitches along my back and a soreness between my legs, I’d expected my parents to be angry, furious.

Even the closest people to you can turn their backs if the situation inconveniences them.

He takes control, tongue rough as he punishes me with his kiss. It’s sharp, fast, all teeth and demand. I struggle to pull back, but he holds me still. I shouldn’t be doing this—he’s my freaking boss—but he’s lit my body on fire, and I can’t seem to care.

I kiss him just as hard, fighting for my own control. He grips the back of my neck and groans when I nip his bottom lip, sucking on it.

“What are you doing?” I practically gasp the question. “Marking you,” Damon declares, then swirls his tongue over the raw spot he left behind, drawing a whimper from the back of my throat.

He grips my jaw between his thumb and forefinger and forces my head back to meet his gaze. “If you need to come, you come to me.” I freeze, in too much of a daze to fully understand what’s happening. “What? Why⁠—”

He lets go of my mouth and whispers into my ear. “That’s my girl. Rock your pretty pussy against me.” “I’m not yours.” I try to pull back and drop my legs, but he grips my thighs, holding them open, and presses his cock into me. His breath fans over the spot he just abused, and he whispers dangerously. “That so?”

“This is mine.” He twists my nipple, sending shards of electricity tumbling through me, and I buck against him, lust completely taking over all my senses. “Yes,” I gasp and roll my hips, willing to say anything he wants to get him to continue touching me, searching for the right position to hit my clit with the head of his cock, desperate for more. His chuckles tickle the sensitive shell of my ear, and a shiver runs through me as the sharp ridges of his teeth gently close on the soft earlobe. “Such a good girl.”

His thumb grazes my clit overtop my underwear, and a pained cry escapes my lips. “Do you know what good girls get, Little Nymph?” He slides under the thin fabric and circles the spot I need him the most. “Good girls get to come.” “Please,” I beg. Every molecule of my being is focused on his fingers.

“Look at you, soaked for me. Ready. This pussy knows she’s mine.” His voice is a dark rumble as he pumps his fingers in and out in a slow, torturous rhythm. “I need more,” I grind out through my teeth. “Take it. Fuck my fingers,” he encourages against my ear and loosens his hold to allow me to take control.

“That’s my pretty little pussy, fucking herself so well.” He adds another finger, and my world goes blank. All that’s left is his command. “Come for me.” Tingles shoot up my spine as my entire body pulls tight, and then my orgasm crashes over me in shuddering waves. “Damon.”

He pumps every last ounce of my release. “That’s it. Say my name.” “Damon,” I say, barely a whisper, and collapse, my cheek against his shoulder, too lost in the warm afterglow to worry about the consequences of what we just did.

He doesn’t smile back, his gaze intense. “Say you’re mine.” I startle, and I’m surprised by just how much I want to say it. Even if it’s just to see his reaction. “I’m no one’s.” His grip tightens before letting me go. “We’ll see.”

“Are you kidding me right now? I’m not going anywhere with you.” Her arms are crossed in front of her, and she’s practically levitating with agitation. She’s stunning when she’s raring for a fight, and I only have so much willpower. I close the distance between us and lean in so only she can hear me. “You can either get in the car, or I’m going to drag you back into my private room and fuck the fight out of you.” I lean back, smirking when her pupils dilate, but there’s nothing sweet about it. I mean every fucking word. “Your choice.”

“You can’t do that.” “Can’t I? Do you really think if I get you alone, you wouldn’t beg for my cock? Just like you did earlier.”

“Poor girl’s going to be pissed.” “Wife. My wife is going to be pissed at me.” I smirk, loving the way that sounds.

Her breath hitches as I close the distance between us.

“If you already have someone, why didn’t you just say that?” Her voice drops lower, almost strained, and my heart twitches in my chest. “Who is she so I can book some public dates for you.” “You,” I say and marvel at the way her eyes go wide. “W-What?” She shakes her head. “We don’t have time for these games. Just tell me who she is so I can do my job.” I lean forward, practically looming over her, even in my seated position. “There’s no joke, Miss Hart. It will be you.”

Misty Hart will be my wife. Whether she wants to or not.

“Have you grown tired of living, Carter? I can fix that for you,” Damon asks him, his voice barely above a whisper, somehow making it worse.

I take a tentative step back, and he shakes his head, clicking his tongue. I freeze in place, not daring to disobey him.

A realization lands on me like a rock. I wanted him to show up. I wanted him to be jealous, and now I’m thrilled that he’s here. He wants to marry me, and I want him to prove it’s not just a game. He says I’m the one he wants, but I need him to prove it.

“This is a dangerous game, Little Nymph,” he warns, voice low, and a tremble runs through me. My instincts are on high alert, but I don’t try to pull away. I swallow hard. “What game?” “The one where you act like you’re free of me. That you don’t already know who you belong to. Or do you need a reminder?” He shifts his grip and circles my neck with his fingers, resting them on my collarbone as a warning.

He pushes closer, bent so his breath fans against my mouth. “I’m going to spin you around and fuck your pretty pussy against this counter. This is your last chance to tell me to stop.”

“Yes. Please, Damon.” “Please what?” “Please, fuck me.” “You’re so pretty when you beg for my cock.” He slams himself all the way in until his hips slap against my ass.

Damon Ares Everette the Third has a key to my apartment.

never told Piper, Mia, and Sidney about my past. I didn’t want them to know this dark side of my life. I wanted them to see me as the happy, free girl I am now.

There’s only one way I can fix this. Marry Damon.

She will be my wife.

“Seems our older brother has lost his fucking mind over his girl, and I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but we need to rein him in before he fucks it up.”

“I told her we’re getting married, and she took off from my office.

Matthias shakes his head. He looks fed up with this entire conversation. “He tried to manipulate her into marrying him, then proceeded to break into her home and fuck her in front of her own date. Yeah, I’m not sure there’s any fixing this.”

“I’ll marry you. But I have my own conditions.”

“I’ll see you then, wife.” I nod and let her flee.

“I don’t belong here, Damon,” I say honestly. I’ll just have to find another solution for my visa. He reaches in and cups the side of my jaw, drawing my attention. “Listen to me. There isn’t a place where I am that you don’t belong beside me.”

“No one’s ever going to make you do anything you don’t want to do, Misty. Never again. I promise you that.” His words wrap around me like a security blanket that I want to clutch and never let go.

“Let’s go make you Mrs. Everette.”

“You may kiss the bride.” Damon’s hot mouth is on mine, stealing my breath away. My fingers bury into his shirt, anchoring myself to him. Everything is happening so fast, but right here, in this moment, with his mouth on mine and his arms wrapped around me, he makes me feel grounded. Like he’s anchoring me to his shore. His hand slides down my back and grips my ass, giving it a tight squeeze.

My mouth waters as I trace the contour of his oblique to where it disappears into the waistband of his black slacks. “You’re drooling,” Damon says, his voice low but playful. My mouth snaps shut, no doubt a rose blush covering my cheeks at getting caught. “No need to be embarrassed. Wives are supposed to check out their husbands.”

My fingers grip the worn fabric of my sofa, holding me in place. “We don’t have that kind of marriage.” He raises one singular brow. “Don’t we? You begged me to touch you, to fill your pussy last night. What makes you think you can resist doing it again? I own you, Nymph. It’s only a matter of time before you accept that.”

A moan escapes my lips, and he takes it as permission to move further. He doesn’t turn his hand to meet my core, instead driving me crazy with the barely there caress of the back of his knuckles against my clit. “You think you’re in control, but your body is mine.” His lips meet the back of my neck in a kiss so soft it feels imagined. “Beg for it and I’ll give you whatever you want.”