A Twisted Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #2)

by Jessa Wilder

“You can lie to yourself all you want, but your bo...

He grinds his cock into my clit while stroking his fingers deep, stealing my ...

whimper as my orgasm grows closer, and he nips my earlobe. “I love the sounds you make.” He presses harder against me, his movements faster, less contained, and my release starts to break around me. “Yes. Yes,” I cry out as pleasure ricochets through me. “Matthias.”

He groans low in his throat and bites the side of my neck, his body shuddering in my arms. My knees are weak; the only thing holding me up is his body pressing me into the wall.

“I haven’t come in my pants since high school.” Shock rocks through me. “You what?”

“You haven’t said my name in over a decade. I couldn’t help it.” He nuzzles his nose against mine. “Say it again.”

😍😍⭐

“Why are you doing this?” My heart aches. I feel like I’ve left myself wide open.

“Just say it one more time.”

“Let. Me. Go.” A muscle in his jaw ticks, and his eyes darken on mine, holding my gaze for several seconds before he steps to the side. “Of course.”

I blink back tears as I rush through the gala, not caring if anyone sees me. I have to get out of here before the full force of what I just did hits me. I’m such an idiot.

restroom. I should be embarrassed for coming in my fucking pants, but all it takes is the thought of how wet she was wrapped around my fingers to have my cock rock hard again. The way she moaned into my neck, her breath hitching with each thrust, her pussy clenching around me, had me coming undone. I haven’t touched a girl since I made her that promise when we were teenagers. I haven’t even jacked off without her image in my brain.

The second she said my name, she owned me, my cum soaking my pants. It won’t be long until I’m buried deep inside her. It’s unlikely I’ll last long that first time, but I’ll just fuck her until the feel of my cock stretching her is her only thought.

😍😍⭐

I’ve got plans.” His lips tip up at the end. Bash scrunches his nose. “Ew. Don’t think about our sister like that.” “I should kill you for your mind even going there,”

“Let’s just get this fucking meeting over with.”

Her bedroom window is a few feet to the right, just out of reach. Moonlight illuminates her face, relaxed with sleep. She looks so peaceful, and a small part of me hates that I’m about to change that. Not that I have a choice. She’s been on borrowed time, and it’s almost up.

Good morning, Little Sparrow. Did you sleep well last night?

One second, I was following those two creepy guys, and the next, I was pinned against a wall with Matthias’s hand covering my mouth. My thighs press together as heat pools between my thighs at the memory of his fingers buried deep inside me.

LOL. You should know I make up my own rules. Pissing my husband off is half the fun.

“There’s the whole marriage of convenience thing.” “Convenience?” Shock ripples through me. There wasn’t a single thing in their interactions that ever gave me a hint that it wasn’t real. “Oh no, don’t get me wrong. The marriage is real. It was like a weird trick he pulled to make me stay near him.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me.” I take a long drink of my wine, the smooth taste coating my tongue and warming my body. “He did stalk me for a bit. But don’t worry, I had him take the cameras out of here.”

“I don’t have cameras in my place. I’ve checked.” She smirks. That’s a skill I didn’t realize I needed.

“It led to some fun times though.”

“Girl… Matthias could barely form words. He was so focused on you last night. Then there’s the whole you both disappearing at the same time thing.”

“Was it that obvious?” “Only because we were already watching you. Do you think those boys would give up a chance to see Matthias act like that?”

“Like what exactly?” “Like some kind of obsessed teenager whose crush just walked into prom.” She tilts her head, studying me. “You have to have noticed by now?

“Was I just supposed to wait for him? Does he think I’ve been waiting this entire time?” She tilts her head. “Have you been waiting?” “No,” I rush out too fast to be believable. “Not even a little?

“I have horrendous taste in men.” Misty’s clear laugh fills the space. “You never know. He may surprise you?”

“Once I figured out his pattern, I knew that if I followed his gaze, I’d find you. I’ll admit it made you like a mystery.”

is there a chance you might be able to rekindle whatever’s going on between you two?” I think through the kiss in my office, then the way he held me last night, and have to tamp down my body’s reaction.

“Hell no. Making him squirm is half the fun. Plus, I’m looking forward to all the stuff he does trying to win you over.”

“He bought the company I work for.” “Yeah, that sounds like something an Everette brother would do. Wait. Aren’t you loaded?”

You should come get your girl. Me: Oliver’s got her.

You are not going to want her alone with him in this state.

What’s that supposed to mean?

They polished off a bottle of vodka. Fuck.

“You got here fast.” He says it with a knowing smirk that I promptly ignore. “Where is she?” “Don’t worry. She’s fine, just passed out.”

“How did she get like this?” “I’m not sure, but my wife and I are going to have a long chat about it.”

“Please, that girl has you so whipped it’s not even funny.”

She snuggles into my chest, nose pressing into me before mumbling, “Ou—smell—ood.”

“Just be prepared for whatever plan they came up with. They had notes that I could barely make out, but whatever it was, it had to do with you.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

“I’m happy for you. Don’t m...

“Don’t worry. There’s no getting away ...

Her fingers grip my shirt, tugging herself closer to me, and I hum in the back of my throat as her nails dig into my flesh. The need to meld her body to mine has been fucking painful for years.

She makes a sound of disapproval, not even bothering to open her eyes. “So fucking cute.”

I kiss the top of her head, then drop my mouth to her ear. “I’m going to undress you.” Goose bumps rise down the column of her neck, and I can’t stop myself from running my nose up her sensitive skin. Her scent rocks into me, driving the blood straight to my cock. Any other time, I’d have her laid out bare in front of me, but not like this. Not when she’s only holding on to me because she’s wasted. Not when it’s unlikely she’ll remember in the morning.

When I fuck my girl, I want every single second imprinted in her mind until the only thing she can think about is how my cock fills her up.

knuckles graze the path down her sternum, her soft belly. She moans, arching into my touch, and I bite down hard on my lip to prevent myself from devouring

her. A few more days until I’ve met the requirement of her wish, and then I’ll have her laid out on this bed, begging for more.

I reach back and snap the clasp with one hand, letting the sheer fabric fall down her arms. Rose-colored peaks over pale cream skin have me coming undone. This girl has no idea what she does to me.