A Tempting Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #1)

by Jessa Wilder

My girl thinks she can act unaffected, that I can’t tell that jealousy is eating at her. She wants me to refuse, but it’s the perfect opportunity to find out why she’s doing this in the first place. It’s her rule that got us here, and she needs to be the one that breaks it.

It’s her mischievous smile that lets me know I fucked up. “Perfect, so we’re agreed. We’re not exclusive.”

His gaze tracked my movements when I got home, but he stayed silent as he watched me move about the small apartment.

Taunting Damon is like taunting a wild animal.

To scream at him that he’s married to me and how dare he even pretend to date other women. But the slight curve of his lip had my carefully controlled emotions shredding apart, and all rational thought disappeared.

I wanted him to feel like I did. I wanted him to taste the nausea on his tongue the way I was.

His jaw is tight, one brow slightly lifted as he runs a thumb over his lower lip. “You look beautiful, wife,” he says in a low, raspy warning.

“Aren’t you going to open the door for our guest?” I swallow hard. “Maybe you should wait in the other room? Don’t you think it’ll look weird that you’re here?”

“Open the door, Nymph. Let’s see who you invited to replace me,” he dares.

“Good girl.”

“Your date is canceled,” Damon replies.

“I just talked to her. I know you’re her boss, man, but you can’t monopolize all of her time.”

“It’s you who can’t go out. You’ll want to call your agent. I’ll let Misty know you’re sorry you had to cancel your…evening.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ethan asks, confusion clear in his voice. “Just that I hope you like the cold. Now, leave.”

“What did you do?” My voice comes out barely a...

“This is what you wanted, right? To have me in your control?”

“Did you have fun making me jealous?” “I…that’s not what I was doing,” I lie badly.

“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, wha...

“I told you not to pull that shit again, and here you are, pushing me. You obvious...

catches me around my waist, providing support, but he’s standing with a blank expression, wanting my answer. My brain is screaming that hell no I don’t want to be punished, but my body’s lit up with the idea.

“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.” “Okay.”

“That’s a good girl.” His fingers dig themself into my hair and tilt my chin up. “Now, kneel.”

The outline of Damon’s hard cock is directly in front of me, and I internally celebrate when it jerks with my attention. “Take it out,” Damon says in a low command. I pull at the belt, the smooth leather cool on my overheated skin. The small silver prong refuses to let go, and I have to lean closer to gain better leverage. My neck grows warm with embarrassment when it’s clear I’m struggling with the simple task.

Damon strokes his thumb below my hairline, and I look up at him. I let out a long exhale. He’s not judging me or disappointed; he’s staring down at me with pure lust written into his black gaze. I’m still watching him when the belt finally slips free, and I make quick work of getting him out.

His cock is heavy in my hand, and when I try to wrap my fingers around it, the tips barely graze around his width. My mouth waters as I take in the s...

I can’t help myself from running my tongue over it, filling my mouth with his salty taste before tak...

He groans low in his throat but doesn’t guide me. Instead, he lets me play with him how I want. A power rocks through me as he staggers when I swirl my tongue around him, taking him deeper with each pass. His ...

You have no idea what you...

I whimper at the loss and dig my fingers into his thighs. I want this…more desperately than I should be willing to admit. He runs the tip of his cock along my bottom lip, painting it. “Open your mouth.”...

lips immediately close around him, and I groan when he pulls out. “I said open,” he commands in a low, ras...

open wider, giving him full access, and he doesn’t hesitate to thrust deep into my mouth. I gag when he hits my throat, tears pooling in my eyes. He doesn’t stop, stroking in and out, using me like a toy. My jaw starts to ache from keeping my mouth open, but he doesn’t stop his punishing, delicious movements. His cock grows larger, causing my teeth to scrap...

“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.” My gaze snaps to his, unsure I can do what he asks. “You can. Relax.”

“That’s it. Just like that.” A thrill goes through me, and I swallow again, moaning as his cock breaches the barrier and I take him deeper. “Fuck,” His movements grow jerky. My head is dizzy from the lack of oxygen, but all I want is more. I want him deeper. I want to see him break control until he’s wild. I grip his hips and yank him forward. That...

“So fucking perfect.” His eyes track my tongue as I lick his taste off my lips. “Is that my punishment?”

“Not even close.”

“Come here, lay your stomach over my knee, and take your punishment like the good girl I know you are.”

I go to lift myself from the ground, but he stops me. “Crawl to me,” he demands. I rear back on my heels, the world swirling with my shock. “I…I can’t.” “Did you purposely set out to make me jealous?”

“Yes.” “Do you think that deserves punishment?”

“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.

your stomach, wife.” My body trembles as I lift up and lay myself over him, the hard muscle digging into my stomach.

revealing my pink lace panties. A low groan escapes his throat, and he rips them off, balling them in his fist. “You’re going to pay for wearing these for him.”

He fills my mouth with my panties that taste like me, and he closes my jaw when I go to spit them out. “Keep them in, or you’ll just prolong this.”

I can’t stop myself from rocking against him, searching for the friction I desperately need. His fingers dig into my hip. “Beg for it, wife.”

“Please.” My words are muffled from the fabric in my mouth, and he takes them out. “Please, what?” I let out a frustrated whimper. “Spank me.”

He pulls my legs further apart, leaving me completely exposed. Vulnerable, I attempt to close them, but he stops me, and I stay perfectly still.

“That’s my good girl.” It’s punctuated by the sharp sting of his palm. My entire body comes alive, the pain quickly morphing into pleasure, causing my cli...

“You like that, don’t you, wife? You like to be punished.”

I’m breathing so hard, but he must read the answer in my eyes because he spanks me again, this time landing right over my core. My senses shatter with the new sensation, and I struggle to inhale before he does it again. My clit pulses with the tempo of my heart that he sets with each touch.

He shifts lower and lands his slap directly a...