A Tempting Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #1)

by Jessa Wilder

rests his chin on my shoulder, his evening stubble scraping the side of my face. Heat flashes through me as he runs a single finger along my slit, and my body shakes with need. “That wasn’t very nice. You almost made me lose control,” he rasps against my ear.

“You will crawl to me and beg me to fuck this little pussy.” His teeth scrape across the sensitive curve of my neck, and all reason disappears from my brain. I don’t care that I’ll hate myself tomorrow. I’m more than willing to beg for him tonight.

“Damon?” Confusion is clear in my voice. “Damon!” I call out louder.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I groan and roll over.

My clit throbs with my pulse. Dammit. He’s left me desperate for release. I give in to my need and slip my panties off, my fingers immediately stroking my clit. I shift my hand lower and imagine it’s his fingers burying themself deep inside me. It takes seconds to make myself come, his name a whisper on my lips.

He’s put a thin bracelet on me. I twist it, trying to get it off, but it’s too tight to go over my hand. I stop when the pressure bruises the bones in my wrist. A shiver runs down my spine. What the hell is this?

can’t believe you bought the building.

Scratch that. When it comes to this girl, I totally believe it.

You’ve always been smart.

Don’t flatter me or it’ll go to my head.

I’ll have the eviction notices out by tomorrow. Some of them might create trouble.

Nothing a bribe won’t fix.

expected, she’s passed out on her bed just where I left her. Pink panties on the floor catch my eye.

I’m looming over her mattress and bend down to pick the scrap of lace up, bringing it to my nose and inhaling deeply. My lungs fill with the sweet scent of her, and the limited amount of control I had remaining snaps.

I snap the button on my pants and pull out my throbbing cock, wrapping the delicate fabric around it. With each stroke, the lace scrapes against my skin, making my dick twitch. I watch her sleep as I fuck my hand roughly. Her lips are parted, and I picture painting them, then thrusting deep into her throat. I picture her with tears ...

My orgasm starts in my balls, tightening, sending a nearly painful pressure until my cum explodes from my tip. I wipe it with her panties, internally smirking at the mess I’ve made of them. I strip out of my clothes and climb in be...

She lets out a soft moan and cuddles further into me, her mouth brushing my skin as she sighs out my name. She might be fighting it, but her body and subconscious have already accepted their fate.

they felt against my skin. “Morning, Nymph,” Damon says, his voice filled with amusement. “I like the unicorns. Cute.”

“I like your sweatpants.”

“I can tell.” Dammit. My cheeks heat, only bringing him more amusement.

“Who said you could bring your coffee maker?” “Grumpy in the morning, I see?”

“I’ve been told I’m a joy in the morning.”

He hits a button, and it comes to life with a loud rumble. I stand, mouth dropped open, as he uses the machine, effortlessly frothing milk. He dumps several scoops of sugar into my cup, and his arm moves in tightly controlled gestures as he combines the frothed milk with the espresso. My mind is so monumentally surprised at the scene that’s playing out for me it takes a second to catch up and realize he made it exactly how I order them at a fancy coffee shop. “How did you know⁠—” Damon thrusts the warm mug into my hand, cutting me off. “You have half an hour to get ready. I thought it would be better to let you sleep in as long as possible.”

“Why is that one of your rules, wife?”

“Telling you isn’t a part of our agreement.” “Fine.” He cracks his jaw from side to side. “Nicholas will drive you.”

“Actually, I have the morning booked off.” “Who approved that?” He practically growls out the word. “My husband.” I smirk.

“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.”

“What happened to husband?”

“It’s a secret,” I stage-whisper. He leans in and brushes his lips over my forehead, his words a caress. “Not when we’re alone.”

“Please, let me go.” The plea in my voice startles him, and he steps back so fast his back bangs into the counter. The glint of my silver bracelet catches my eye.

“What the hell is this?” “You said no ring. You didn’t think I’d marry you and let you walk around without something that marks you as mine?”

“I can’t take ...

“You’re not supposed to.” “You’re very frustrating, you know that?” “I could say the same for you.”

There’s a coffee on the counter and a handwritten note. You look cute in the morning, wife. I’ll see you for lunch. --Your husband.

He didn’t say. Just that he has to get married and he wants it to be me.” Mia grins into her coffee. “That’s actually kind of sweet.”

“He coerced me into marriage,” I scoff. She shrugs. “Still sweet.”

I can’t move back there because my ex will find me and won’t leave me alone.”

I explain everything I can about my past, holding only the most painful parts back. My manipulative ex. The rape, how my parents chose his side over mine. Chose their reputation over my sanity.

“When I met you, I’d just restarted my life. I’d cut all ties with Thomas and didn’t want anything from that time seeping into the new me. I wanted to forget everything that happened and let myself recreate my life. Don’t get me wrong, there were countless times I wanted to tell you, but in the end, I just wasn’t ready.” Tears slip down my cheeks. “I really am sorry. Eventually, it just felt too late to bring it up.”

“Misty, there is nothing to be sorry about. You went through something traumatic, and you chose how you would recover from it. What kind of friends would we be if we centered our own feelings over yours?” “Thank you.” I sigh. “Of course.”

She’s always been mine.

The second she tied herself to me, my world clicked into place. Like everything I’ve lived through brought me to her. I’d endure the pain all over again if it meant making me what she needs.

Because she doesn’t need someone soft. She needs someone to see the darkness she tries to hide and worship her because of it. She needs someone who she isn’t afraid to show her...

And I fucking love her for it.

I love the joyfulness she shows her friends, making everyone feel lighter, but it’s the sharp edge to her wit that has me willing to drop to my knees to give her what she wants. There’s no feeling like tying the person you are meant to be with to you permanently. Because we are permanent. 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.

“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.”

I want to push her, crack the cool shell she’s wrapped herself in. “So, wife, how do you suppose we go about our marriage when I’m supposed to be shopping for a wife?”

“Simple. We’re going to stick to the plan, and you’ll appear to still be looking for a suitable wife. Your mother and I have put a lot of work into making this list, after all.”

Bitterness fills my mouth, and my teeth grit hard enough to break, the muscles in my jaw aching in an effort to bite back my reactive response. A slight growl forms in the back of my throat as I try to figure her out. She’s watching me just as hard, head held rigidly high, arms crossed over her chest as she waits for my response.