Page 92 of Wicked Arrangement

The man accompanying me heads back inside as the driver stows my bag in the trunk. The driver gets back in the car, but he makes no move to turn on the engine and leave.

I can’t help but ask, “Erm… why aren’t we moving?”

“We’re waiting for another passenger, Miss Walsh,” the man replies politely.

I’m surprised that he responded. I’m about to ask where we’re going when the door across from me opens. To my relief, it’s Yaroslav’s handsome face I see. He smiles at me gently as he sits down next to me.

“Ready to go, sir?” the driver asks.

“Yes, all good.”

The driver nods, “Very well, I’ll give you two some privacy,” he says and then proceeds to put up a dividing screen between himself and the back seats.

I feel giddy and confused that I’m finally alone with Yaroslav, we can finally talk without fear of being overheard, I have so much I want to ask him.

“Yaroslav, what’s going on? Where are we going?”

“We’re going to Thomas Gillihan’s house. You’re going to stay there for a while,” he says, taking my hand in his and stroking my palm with his thumb.

The sensation of finally being touched by him sends jolts of electricity all over my body. I’ve missed his touch like a physical ache. It almost distracts me from what he’s telling me. It’s then I realize that he’s only mentioned me staying there and that he didn’t have a bag with him.

“You’re sending me away?” I ask, hurt.

“I don’t want to, but I think this will be best for you. You need space to heal and to be around friends without worrying about putting on a show or worrying about who is watching you. Sharkozi won’t question it, Emma will be safe,” he assures me, his eyes pleading for me to trust him.

“You can’t stay with me?” I ask pleadingly, though I already know the answer.

“Not without giving us away and risking your grandmother’s safety. I promise it’s only for a short while until I can get Emma back and work out who the traitor among my men is. I need to make sure you’re safe.”

He’s right, I know that, but it doesn’t make this any easier. “You trust this man?” I ask.

He nods, “I do,” he says firmly. “There’s something else you should know. Thomas thinks your grandmother is being held at Amelia’s home.”

“Then we can go get her!” I exclaim, wondering why we haven’t yet.

He shakes his head sadly. “We can’t rush in, not without a plan or until we’re certain. It would give you away. And I need to find the spy, too. If we’re hasty, it could put your grandmother at even greater risk. I’ll tell you all about it another time when you’re stronger, but Amelia’s more dangerous than we realized. We have to be careful.”

I want to ask more, what he’s found out about Amelia, but I have to trust him. I saw firsthand the violence in her eyes, that she wasn’t the person I thought she was. As kids, she had a mean streak and when we rekindled our friendship, I saw flashes of it, but I always ignored it, put it down to a bad day, or simply Amelia being passionate. Now I know there must be more to it. I trust Yaroslav will tell me everything, when I need to know.

“Is my grandmother safe to remain there?” I ask, because that is my main concern.

Yaroslav nods, “I have it on good authority that she is being taken care of.”

“I trust you,” I say reaching out and touching his face, looking deep into his eyes.

He hesitates for a moment, as though I’m a fragile thing that needs to be handled delicately, and then he kisses me.Gently at first but as I kiss him back, my body responding as though it’s the most natural thing in the world, it becomes deeper.

All my fears and worries evaporate as I lose myself in him. It feels so right. I forget that I’m in the back of a car with only a blacked-out divider between us and the driver.

“I want you,” I murmur between kisses reaching my hand toward his belt.

He pulls away, concern in his eyes, “Are you sure? The baby—”

“Will be fine,” I assure him.

He nods and I continue to unbuckle his belt and pull his already erect penis out of his pants. It’s not how I imagined our first time together since we’ve been apart, but right now I don’t care. I just want him, I want to forget the world for a moment and just submit to the pleasure he brings me.

I’m grateful that I’m wearing a dress as I slide my panties off and move to straddle him. I guide him inside my slit, already wet and ready for him I’m so filled with need. He lets out a hiss as I groan with the pleasure of feeling him inside me again. We fit so perfectly together. Usually, Yaroslav is quite dominant when we have sex, setting the pace and moving me effortlessly between positions, but now he lets me be the one in control. It’s as though he knows I need to set the pace, that my emotions and body are still fragile.

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