A Tempting Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #1)

by Jessa Wilder

“So, let me get this straight. Your girl comes to your club to hook up with somebody else.”

“Then you pick her up, throw her over your shoulder, and carry her through the bar. I wiped our cameras and everyone’s phones. You’re welcome.”

“Then you get jealous of your driver, who’s been with you the last fifteen years and is happily married. And now you’re sitting outside her front door fucking watching her on your personal feed?”

“Do you have a point?” “Only that I find it absolutely hilarious to see you like this. Please continue.”

“She’ll come around,” I say. “I don’t know, Dam. She looked pretty pissed. Didn’t you learn you aren’t supposed to have to restrain them? Hell, girls should be begging for your cock right now after Grandfather’s announcement.”

“They aren’t her.”

“Fine. What did you do to piss her off?” “Refused to extend her visa.”

“Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Because now I have the leverage to make her marry me. It’ll at least give the semblance she had a choice.” “Poor girl’s going to be pissed.” “Wife. My wife is going to be pissed at me.” I smirk, loving the way that sounds.

Hehehhe

Misty Lynn Hart. What the hell did you get up to last night? You’re on the freaking news.

Damon is H.O.T. Good for you.

Girl, you better respond or Mia and I are coming to find you.

went to my boss and switched me to his personal PR person. He took me off all of his projects. And because of that, my old boss refuses to sign the visa renewal papers that she messed up. Then, he showed up at the club, out of freaking nowhere, looking way too hot. Why does he always have to look so hot? It’s not fair,” I whine and continue.

“He’s a total dickwad,” Piper responds immediately. “Yup, grade A asshole,” Mia adds. “A superhot, ridiculously mind-boggling rich asshole.”

“Okay, I just need to go to work, kick ass, and no matter how hot he is: don’t kiss him.” Both girls smirk at me. Shit.

Clear green eyes meet mine, going wide for a heartbeat before narrowing. Misty crosses her arms. “You’re late.” Fuck. My cock swells as she glares at me, chin held high, shoulders back, and her eyes glued on my face. Tension is taut between us, and I’m instantly pulled toward her.

the tops of her breasts and climbs up her neck before covering her cheeks. Her mouth is cracked open, and for a brief moment, I forget to breathe. “Don’t look at me like that.” She places her hands on her hips. “Like what?” I ask, amused. “Like you’re some kind of scary Big Bad Wolf.”

“Why? Does it make you nervous? Uncomfortable? Or is it that it makes you wet, like it did the other night? I think I crack your perfectly constructed shell. I like you like this. So no, Miss Hart. I will not stop. Not when you look at me the same way.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Miss Hart. Most people would say there is every reason to be afraid of me. That I’ve earned their fear.” Her breath hitches as I close the distance between us. I lift my hand and capture the loose strand of hair, wrapping it around my finger.

Fuck, she’s perfect. I tuck the strand behind her ear. “But not you, Nymph. You’ve got nothing to fear from me.”

“Good, because we have work to do. I spoke with your mother, and she and I went through a list of potential…”

“…brides for you.

can call the woman to set it up, but I think even you can see the merit of reaching out yourself. This may be a marriage of convenience, but no reason to skip all formalities.” “Did you now?”

Despite the fact that she’s doing what I asked, it pisses me off that she’s able to set me up with other women. I want her to feel the same jealousy as I do. I want it to climb up her chest and eat her alive. I want her to squirm with the idea of me with anyone else. Soon, she’ll know this is all pointless, that she belongs to me.

“Show me.” I dare her to proceed.

“You asked me to do this. Why are you being so difficult?” “Because you haven’t named anyone I want. I told you, I need someone who can stand beside me in this family, who will lead with grace and confidence. There’s only one woman who can do that, and she’s not on your ridiculous list.”

you already have someone, why didn’t you just say that?”

“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?”

“We don’t have time for these games. Just tell me who she is ...

“There’s no joke, Miss Hart. It will be you.” “And if I say no?”

through. “You won’t.” “So confident. Well, I’m saying no. I wouldn’t marry you in a million freaking years. Remember, I think you’re a heartless asshole, or do you go through so many girls you’ve already forgotten?”

“There are rules that come along with this. I need to be married for at least a year, we will live together, and you will sleep in my bed.”

“Why would I do that?” “Because I’ll sign your visa papers.”

“I…I…have to go.”

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

The loud bang of my door slamming open has me jumping out of my skin. A cold chill runs through me at the sight of Damon standing in the doorway, eyes narrowed on where Carter’s hand

is on my waist.

“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.

😂😂😂

“You should go,” I tell Carter and nudge him toward the door. He looks back at me, confused. “Really?” Idiot… “Yes…sorry. I’ll text you later.” “No.” Damon’s voice is a firm demand. “You won’t.”

“Don’t kill him!” Damon looks back at me, head tilted. “Only because you asked.”

There’s a wildness inside of him as he closes the distance between us. His fingers aren’t gentle as they wrap around my chin and direct my gaze to his. “This is a dangerous game, Little Nymph,” he warns, voice low, and a tremble runs through me.

“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?”

Heat pours into my core, and my clit throbs. A low moan escapes me, and his smile turns dark. 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.”

I lift on my toes, closing the distance between our mouths. He groans deep and takes over the kiss, running his tongue against mine until I’m consumed by him. My head feels light from the lack of

oxygen, but I don’t pull away, letting him do whateve...

“Are you on birth control?” I nod my head yes, and he pushes a palm into my shoulder blades. “Good. Bend forward.”

He grunts his approval and runs his fingers up my slit, sending ripples of pleasure through me before sinking two fingers deep inside. Fuck. I suck in a breath against the stretch.

I moan again when he dives another finger deep inside me. His teeth graze my ear. “You’re going to come all over my cock.”

The thick head of his cock replaces his fingers at my entrance, and my eyes roll back in my head. “Yes. Please, Damon.”

“Please what?” “Please, fuck me.” “You’re so pretty when you beg for my cock.”