Page 30 of Wicked Arrangement

“Nice to meet you, I’m—” Miller starts.

I shoot him an icy look that reveals the monster behind the mask, and he recoils slightly before regaining his composure but I can tell I’ve rattled him.Good.

I don’t trust myself to speak, I simply maintain hold of Kim’s arm as I walk away, dragging her behind me.

“What’s going on? Did something happen?” Kim asks worriedly.

I don’t trust myself to speak about it now. “Be quiet,” I command.

Something in my tone must convince her to do so, as she does as she’s told.

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We don’t speak the whole journey home but that’s done nothing to lessen the anger and resentment I’m feeling. I’m pissed off and jealous that Kim was flirting with another man, that she was chatting with my sister when she knows full well, we’re estranged. I feel resentment toward my sister for abandoning me all those years ago only to now resurface. What did she expect me to do—embrace her in a brotherly hug and offer my forgiveness? Whatever she was there for, I don’t like it, nor the emotions that are now rising to the surface having beenso long suppressed. I’ve had too much to drink, I should go to bed, get away from Kim, gather myself, and calm down. Being this out of control is dangerous. But I can’t seem to stop myself.

The second we enter the house, I head to the reception room and stride inside. It’s a room I seldom use—preferring to meet anyone who isn’t a trusted friend elsewhere— the room has a library with a grand piano and several uncomfortable chairs. Kim hovers in the doorway, uncertain whether I want her to follow me or not. She takes a tentative few steps inside.

“Yaroslav, what’s wrong?” she asks in a quiet voice, sounding so concerned and closing the door softly behind her.

If she thinks this is going to be a tender moment where I open up and share my feelings with her then she has no idea who I am. I whip around, fast as a rattlesnake, and she takes a couple of steps backward at my expression.

“I thought we agreed that while you are here with me you will not see anyone else,” I hiss.

“We did…” she says, looking a little bit frightened by my intensity.

“Then why the fuck were you flirting with some other guy at a party you were attending asmydate?” I ask, my voice icily calm.

“Who? Joseph? We weren’t flirting he was just being friendly,” she says incredulously.

I don’t even want to get into all of my other questions or concerns about Kim after tonight. I especially don’t want to think about my sister. All of my emotions get channeled into the jealousy I felt seeing another man desire Kim.

“Oh yes, you both seemed real fucking friendly. Are you just like your friend? Seeking your golden ticket out of mediocrity with whichever rich cuckold you can find, fuck, and fool?” I bite.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that, I don’t have to put up with this shit!” Kim snaps, turning her back and walking to the door.

Like a predator, unable to resist chasing down its prey, I close the distance between us, grabbing her wrist and she twists around to face me. She can sense the danger radiating off me. Kim backs up slightly until there’s nowhere for her to go, her back is pressed against the wall. I grab her chin, tilting her face up to look at me and holding it possessively in my hand.

“I fucking own you. You’re mine,” I growl, gazing intently into her eyes.

She opens her mouth, ready to argue back but I silence her with my mouth, kissing her roughly. She places both of her hands on my shoulders, pushing me and squirming but I hold firm. After a moment, she relents, kissing me back with a hunger that matches my own. I tear at her dress like a wild animal, the flimsy straps and material breaking away easily under my strength, revealing her bare breasts. I don’t care that it cost a couple thousand dollars. I’m overtaken by the primal side of me.

I squeeze, suck, and bite her neck, breasts chest, every inch of her and she mews in part pleasure part pain.

Pulling her dress up roughly and ripping it further, I tear off her panties and lift one of her legs for easier access as I pull my cock out and plunge it inside her. She lets out a cry as I thrust inside her, her body not yet ready for me.

She doesn’t try to stop me, but I can tell I’m being too rough, that I should back off a bit. But I can’t stop myself. I need her. Need to own her, to fuck her, to forget everything in her.

Despite herself, I feel her growing wetter and wetter as I fuck her. She places her hands on my face, trying to get me to kiss her, to look at her, to calm down.

“Yaroslav,” she moans, “Slow…”

I can feel her big, trusting eyes looking at me, willing me back to her, believing I won’t hurt her. But I ignore her, driven by the beast now I can’t stop myself. I pull out of her, turning her around so she’s facing the wall, and driving my cock into her from behind.

I fuck her hard and fast and she screams out moaning my name. I spank her, harder than usual and she lets out a yelp. She might not be sure about how rough I’m being, but her body is betraying her, she’s so wet I can feel her juices running down our thighs.

“You’re fucking mine,” I growl.

“Yes,” she moans.

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