A Tempting Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #1)

by Jessa Wilder

He doesn’t give me time to adjust before withdrawing and slamming in again, his thrust doling out punishment and pleasure. I rock back, and he grips my hip, holding me in place. His grip is hard enough to leave bruises. He’s ruthless in his movements, drawing out my orgasm without mercy. This isn’t love; it’s possession, and I’m falling into it willingly. “F...

The quick pain sends me over the cliff ...

Damon slides out of me, and his cum leaks down my leg. He grazes his teeth along the curve of my neck before sinking his teeth into my skin. I cry out at the sharp pain but don’t pull away. He licks the mark he left, fingers gathering his cum and pushing it back inside me. “Don’t make me remind you again.”

My mind finally clears just in time to see Damon slide the patio door open. Holy shit. Shit. Shit. How did I forget about Carter? Oh my God. I just let Damon fuck me in front of Carter. I look around frantically, but Damon chose his spot carefully. Carter had a front-row seat to Damon taking me, but everything below my waist was blocked by the island. The hockey player doesn’t look at me while Damon walks him out of my apartment, hand grasped to the back of his neck.

“Never pull that shit again.” The door closes with a click, and the clear sound of the door locking catches my ears. Damon Ares Everette the Third has a key to my apartment.

Misty, it’s your father. You clearly have us blocked. We saw the pictures with you and Damon Everette at the club. Come home so we can discuss it. You belong here with us.

There’s only one way I can fix this. Marry Damon. I smile, tingling filling my chest at the thought of how pissed he’ll be when I tell him my own set of rules.

then nearly taking her door off the hinges with how hard I slammed it open. Fear took over Carter’s face as he took in my rigid stance, veins popping out of my neck, fist clenched at my sides.

But he looked at me like I came straight out of his nightmares as I closed the distance between us.

with flushed cheeks and dark eyes. It’s not fear but interest in her expression. Fuck, my cock’s growing hard just watching her reaction.

“Does that video finish the way I think it does?” “It does,” Matthias responds. Anger curls in my chest. “You watched?” “No, I didn’t fucking watch. Not that you weren’t putting on a show. Pretty sure that pretty-boy hockey player had the show of his life.”

didn’t see anything. I made sure of that.” Bash whistles low. “Can we just roll this back a second? Are you telling me you had her date watch you fuck her?”

“Watch how you talk about her,”

“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.”

“Send her flowers?”

“Well, unless you plan on drugging her before marrying her—”

“No, that wasn’t a suggestion.”

“If you want this girl to be anything but terrified of you, you need to back off,” Matthias hisses. “...

He cuts off when my door slams open, and a whirlwind of color flies through it. Misty’s looking down at...

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

Fuck. She’s beautifully terrifying. I raise a solitary brow. “Is that so?” “First, we keep this private. I don’t want it splashed all over the news. You can tell your lawyers and your family to meet whatever requirements you need to.” “People will notice if I’m not actively looking for a wife.”

“Which is why you’re going to keep go...

“What other requests do you have?” “They aren’t requests. If you want me to marry you, this is the way it will be.”

“Alright. What’s your second one?”

sex.” I let out an exasperated sigh. “Nymph, that’s not possible⁠—” “Do you want to marry me?” “Yes,” I answer immediately.

“Then make it possible.”

“As you wish,” I respond, standing from behind my desk and stepping toward her.

“I agree not to fuck you until you beg for it.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“We’ll see.” “My last condition is that it’s over in one year. That’s long enough to meet your grandfather’s condition. Not a minute longer.”

“Fine. Anything else?”

“Can you make it happen this afternoon?” “I’ll see you then, wife.” I nod and let her flee.

“Fuck, man. How blue are your balls going to be?” Bash breaks the silence.

“Are we invited to the nuptials?” Xander adds playfully.

“No, thanks. He probably wants to bond her in blood.”

My door opens, and where I expect to see Nicholas, Damon stands, his hand extended to me. My breath catches in my throat as I take him in. His hair’s been styled back off his face, and he’s wearing a perfectly tailored tuxedo. There’s no doubt in my mind he belongs here, that this place is meant for him.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t belong here, Damon,” I say honestly. I’ll just have to find another solution for my visa.

“Listen to me. There isn’t a place where I am that you don’t belong beside me.”

😍😍❤⭐

“I’m not even dressed appropriately.” His dark eyes roam over where the dress cowls low on my chest, revealing the top of my cleavage, and travel to the colorful hem. He looks back to me. “You look divine.”

you not like my house?” Damon asks, a lightness to his voice. “No! Of course not. It’s…it’s stunning. Anyone would love to live here.”

“But not you?”

“Stay here,” he commands,

“He’s agreed to wed us out here so you don’t need to come inside.”

“I don’t have to go inside?” “No one’s ever going to make you do anything you don’t want to do, Misty. Never again. I promise you that.”

Ahhhh😍❤

“Aren’t you making me do something right now?”

“You chose this. I gave you the motivation, but no one forced you to say yes.”

“Do you want out of our ar...

still want to follow through with our deal.” He nods once. “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.