A Tempting Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #1)

by Jessa Wilder

“See how much your pussy wants me. How much she needs me.” Cool metal slides over my wrist. I’m too lost to him to question what it is. “Yes.” My hips shift, and my ass grinds against his hard cock.

“Actually, I have the morning booked off.” “Who approved that?” He practically growls out the word. “My husband.” I smirk. He visibly softens in front of me and rests a hand on the counter, a slow smirk curving his mouth. “Why would he do that?” “Because I asked him to.” I meet his gaze, playfulness evaporating. “I need the morning to speak with my friends.”

My carefully protected heart starts to crack open, and fear seeps in. I can’t do this. His brows pull together, eyes scanning rapidly between mine. “What’s wrong?” His voice comes like he’s speaking to a scared animal. “I…I have to get ready.” He’s still in front of me and doesn’t move when I try to skirt around him. “Please, let me go.” The plea in my voice startles him, and he steps back so fast his back bangs into the counter.

You look cute in the morning, wife. I’ll see you for lunch. --Your husband.

Husband, husband, husband. The word both thrills and terrifies me.

She’s always been mine.

I let her believe it’s only for a year, but that’s never been the plan. She’s about to learn what it means to be mine.

I know she knows we’re meant for each other, even if she’s lying to herself.

“Wife,” I say, and her head snaps up, her pale green eyes meeting mine. My lips curl in satisfaction, and I lean back into my chair. “Husband.” Her voice is smooth, professional, and it’s grating against my skin. We may be at work, but there’s nothing professional between us. Still, the word sounds sweet on her tongue.

“You look beautiful, wife,” he says in a low, raspy warning. My skin erupts in goose bumps as his attention settles over me.

“What did you do?” My voice comes out barely above a whisper. He stalks toward me, eating up the space in a few long strides. He reaches up to grasp my jaw, his fingers too gentle for the motion. “This is what you wanted, right? To have me in your control?” His thumb dips into my mouth and runs along my bottom teeth. “Did you have fun making me jealous?” “I…that’s not what I was doing,” I lie badly. His lips replace his thumb, grazing against mine. “Sure it isn’t.” He nips my bottom lip. “I’m always happy to play with you, but I told you that you’re mine. I don’t share what’s mine. Now, what’s your punishment?” “W…what?” I gasp. “I told you not to pull that shit again, and here you are, pushing me. You obviously want to be punished.”

Stormy gray eyes meet mine. “You don’t need to be afraid of me. I’ll never do anything that you don’t want. I will never hurt you, Misty. Let me make you feel good.”

A low purr forms in his chest. “That’s a good girl.” His fingers dig themself into my hair and tilt my chin up. “Now, kneel.”

“Fuck…” He pulls his length out of my mouth, his large hand tightening around the base. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

He doesn’t pull out when I gag again. If anything, he pushes in deeper. “That’s it, wife. You look so perfect, mouth filled with my cock.” He bends and strokes a finger along my jaw and down the side of my throat. “Swallow it.”

He steps back, leaving me on my sore knees, and walks the short distance to the couch. “Come here, lay your stomach over my knee, and take your punishment like the good girl I know you are.”

“Did you purposely set out to make me jealous?” I should deny it, but my head’s fuzzy, and I can’t help but do as he wants. “Yes.” “Do you think that deserves punishment?” My panties are soaked through. “Yes.” “Then crawl to me. Show me how good you can be.” Every ounce of feminism evaporates from my mind. I’ll be a feminist tomorrow.

“Sorry.” “How very Canadian of you,” he murmurs as he trails a thumb along my cheek, catching a stray tear.

“The man is practically a work of art at this point,” I grumble under my breath. He spins and spots me, and I can feel the heat rush to my cheeks. There’s no way he heard that.

The sweet scent of smoke and cologne fills my nose milliseconds before Damon’s arm wraps possessively around my waist. His voice is a dark warning when he says, “Watch how you speak to my wife.”

The mic’s already on when I speak into it. “I want to thank you all for coming tonight. I appreciate your attention. Let me present to you Misty Everette, my wife.” Misty gasps, then glares at me, mouthing the words “I. Am. Going. To. Kill you.” She’s so fucking perfect. “Fuck, I love it when you’re all stabby. Feel free to try.”

“Don’t lock the door again, wife, or I’ll have to fuck some sense into you.”

Me: It was supposed to be a secret. The asshole just couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “Am I the asshole?” Damon’s low, rumbly voice comes from directly beside my ear, and my entire body jerks.

“Don’t look so pleased to be rid of me, Nymph.” He couldn’t be further from the truth. I swallow before replying, “Of course. What kind of dutiful wife would I be if I didn’t wait by the door for my dear husband.” He tucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear, dragging his knuckles over my cheekbone. “I don’t think dutiful is the right word to describe you.” “Oh yeah? How would you describe me?” I regret the words instantly. He takes my hand and places it on his cock, over his wool-blend pants, then bends down until his lips nearly touch mine, and his breath tingles my skin. “You are a tempting goddess whose sole purpose in life is to test me.”

Obsessed doesn’t even begin to cover it. Every second I’ve spent with her is one that ingrains her deeper into my soul.

He trails his fingers down my neck, running the thin strap between his fingers. “Half those men wrongfully think they can take you from me. I want them to see my wife in my arms. I want them to know you’re mine.”

His lips, tongue, and teeth are dominating me. I feel like I’m being hunted down and devoured. I kiss him back fiercely, my hands digging into his hair, pulling him closer. It’s not enough. I want more, I need more. I want him everywhere. I want to be consumed.

I shrug. “I like him.” Sidney gives me a warm smile. “Honey, you more than like him.” I can feel my cheeks heat and take a deep breath. “I love him.”

He might be my younger brother, but I’m not above beating the shit out of him.

The swell in my heart is nearly overwhelming. “I love you.” My words rush out before I can stop them.

Damon growls into my neck, sending shivers through me, and lowers until his weight is pressing me into the mattress. “I’ve been dying to hear those words come out of your mouth since the first time I saw you and couldn’t stop myself from pissing you off. I should punish you for making me wait so long.” He bites my neck, and his breath comes out hot against my ear as he says, “I’ve loved you longer.”

He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on mine, and touches our noses together. “I love you.”

His grip tightens slightly. “Misty Everette, will you marry me again? This time, with your friends, my family, and hundreds of other guests. I know you won’t let me buy you one, so I want to help you make the perfect dress. One so long we need four people to hold the train. I want to scream in front of a crowd that I love you with every ounce of my being and that I am the lucky fucker who gets to keep you.”

He lowers, lips brushing mine. “I’ll give you anything you want, Nymph. Just ask.” “I love you.” I lift up to kiss him, and he pulls back.