A Twisted Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #2)

by Jessa Wilder

I can still feel the weight of his body against mine. His kiss took over my senses until I didn’t care that I was supposed to resist.

“I told you I’d marry you when you turned twenty-five.” Never in a million years did I think Matthias would ever say something like that to me. I bite my lip and pull on a skirt that swings out from my hips, large folds rippling the fabric. He handcuffed me, drugged me, kidnapped me, then forcibly married me. Now I’m supposed to believe it was all because of some promise we made when we were kids?

see the white note placed on top. Behave - Your husband

“Who? I’ll pay you triple whatever he offered.” He tips his head back, exposing his neck. “You can’t buy this type of loyalty.”

“You’re going to tell me, or I’ll fucking kill you.” “Too late.” Blood pools over his lips, coating his chin and throat as he slumps to the ground motionless.

“Fuck. He’s the only lead I have, and now he’s useless.”

“We’ll figure this out. No one’s coming near my sister.”

“Bring him to the Vaults. I want everyone to see what happens if they come after my wife.”

“Waiting for me, Little Sparrow?” He steps closer, and I take a step back in a dance we’re both familiar with. “Hardly.”

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

“My patience is completely worn-out tonight, Little Sparrow. I dare you to test me.” “You should have thought of that before you went and locked me up here.” I stand firm.

“Eat.”

said I’m. Not. Hungry.” “I’m not joking.” His gaze turns pitch-black as he stalks toward me, forcing me

“Like I said. I don’t want to eat with you.”

grin. “There’s the fire I love.”

“It’s funny you think you have a choice.”

“Put me down!”

“Anything you want.” He seats himself at the table with me on his lap. His hot, bare skin presses against my side, warming me through my sweater.

“Are you out of your mind?!” I yell, trying to squirm my way off his lap.

He grunts. I can feel him getting hard beneath me, and his lips skim my ear. “I wouldn...

“Come on, take a bite.”

I’ve lost it because I lean in, taking the morsel from his fingers with my teeth. I close my eyes, humming as the sweet taste melts on my tongue. Matthias runs his thumb over my lip. “See what happens when you stop being so stubborn?”

My eyes feel heavy as exhaustion takes over me, and I find myself slowly relaxing into his chest until his arms cradle me. “Let’s go to bed.” He kisses me behind my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

“You’re not sleeping here, asshole.”

“Why not? This is my bed?” “Listen—”

“I’ve already given up too many nights without you.”

His words are sweet enough to kill. They make me want things I can’t have. I need to do this now, or I’ll never find the nerve again.

Come on. Close your eyes. I run my tongue along the seam of his lips, and it’s like a band snaps in him. His mouth opens to take over the kiss. He tastes like mint toothpaste, and I let the sensation fill me for one more second before raising my hand.

“You are going to let me go, Matthias, or I’m going to slit your throat.”

The asshole smirks at me, his grin growing until it’s a full smile. He grips my hand, but instead of pulling away, he digs the blade in deeper. Shit. I jerk, but he holds me in place. “Go ahead, Little Sparrow. I’ll die a happy man.”

“What…what are you doing?”

then slowly manipulates the blade to cut an S inches below his neck. I gasp. “What the hell are you doing?”

“You seem to be confused about what’s happening here. I’m just showing you how permanent you are.” “By what? Car...

“Exactly. Now, don’t move around too much. Wouldn’t want...

“You are out of your freaking mind!”

“Help me out before I mess up the A.” The knife slides, and I stop it before he can permanently write it backward. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

There’s a twisted sense of satisfaction when I look at the raw letters, blood trickling from them. He holds his phone up, examining my work. “So much better than your stitches.”

“I can still kill you.”

“You can kill me tomorrow,” he says, then takes my mouth.

I drop the blade, pushing it off the bed before burying my fingers into his hair and forcing him closer. He moans in the back of his throat, flipping me beneath him. I gasp as his hand travels up my side and cups my bare breast. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the tip before biting. I scream, fingers tugging at his hair as the pain mixes with pleasure. I’m way over my head with this man, and he knows it.

feels like a punishment, one that I don’t want to stop. I’m gasping for breath, back arched, mouth wide as he makes his way down my stomach and presses his mouth to my core, blowing hot air. I’m shaking by the time he pulls my shorts off, discarding my underwear with them. “Beg for it,” he says, mouth grazing my clit.

I moan, scrambling for more when he removes his mouth. “Beg for it.” “No,”

“I know. I just don’t care.” I look down at him, his dark eyes already on me. “I won’t make you ask for it.” He nuzzles his nose against my clit. “Tell me no and I’ll stop.” “That’s not fair. You’re playing dirty.”

want this. Need this. And he’s making it possible for me to pretend that I don’t. Letting me claim I didn’t ask for it. That it’s all him initiating when we both know that’s a lie. I bite back a moan as he runs his tongue along my thigh. Each of his kisses moves closer to my core. By the time he gets to my apex, I’m shaking and can’t stop myself from gripping his hair, pulling him closer. He chuckles under his breath and pushes my legs wider, licking the crease between my core and thigh. So close, so close.

“Hmm? Did you say something?”

able to rest against him. He places a featherlight kiss over my clit. His breath is warm when he says, “Last chance to say no.” I couldn’t say no if I wanted to. I can’t even breathe.

Matthias nips my thigh, then pushes a finger into me. I cry as he rocks it back and forth. His head drops to my stomach. “You’re so tight.” “W…what?”

I flinch, my clit too sensitive when he tries to lick it again. He raises unto his elbows, face directly above mine. “Good?” I don’t bother opening my eyes. “You know the answer to that, asshole.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

was good. So good.” “Good girl.” He kisses my temple, pulls off his boxers, then rests back so he’s kneeling, weight resting on his calves.