Page 27 of A Devious Arrangement

Her head tips back, her breast arching into the air, her entire body shaking with her release. I expected her to scream, but I could never prepare myself for what comes out of her lips.

“Bash. Fuck me, Bash.”

“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath as cum shoots from my tip, coating my stomach and the underside of my shirt. My muscles twitch as pleasure takes over. My mind is fuzzy, but I don’t look away as she lies flat on the bed, eyes closed for several seconds before slapping her hand over her face.

“What the hell was that?” She groans, giving herself shit for picturing me.

Glad to know our kiss affected her as much as it did me. I, for one, loved every second of it.

She tosses her toy into the drawer and covers her head, concealing her red cheeks under the blanket.

It doesn’t take long for her to settle, the soft, even sound of her breath filling the room.

Fifteen minutes pass before I step out of my hiding spot and reach down, grabbing her pink lace panties off the floor. I clean my cum with the satin fabric before burying it in my pocket and doing up my pants.

My head is a little clearer. I scan the space for anything that might clue me in to what my girl is up to. A part of me wants tolet her get up to whatever mischief she wants to, but the other knows just how dangerous it was for her to go into the Vault. Had it been anyone else that found her, there would have been no getting out for her.

Even Damon wouldn’t have been able to brush it off. Her phone’s plugged in on the nightstand, and it’s my best shot. Ever so slowly, I pull back the covers, revealing her bare skin inch by inch. She rolls toward me when her nipples come into view. My tongue wets my lips as I give in to temptation, lowering until my mouth hovers over her pink peak, my hot breath fanning over it until it hardens. Fuck, I want to sink my teeth into her.

Instead, I pull back, inhale, and get my shit together. I scan her face, unlocking her phone and flipping through the apps. Her message thread with her brother is right at the top. There are several mentions of her Russian family, how he can’t leave, and that she desperately needs that tiara. She should have protected this information because it was a fatal mistake to let me get a hold of it. Now, I have all the leverage I need to get her to do what I want.

It’s a good thing for her that what I want is for her to play with me. I’m more than willing to help her with her task if it allows me to see what she’s up to. It’ll also allow me to protect her. For how intriguing she is, she’s also entirely too reckless. Another thing desperation causes.

I take several screenshots to go through it later before texting them to myself and erasing the evidence. My teeth bite into my grin as I punch in my number.

Satisfaction rolls through me at the name.Future Husband.

I plug her phone back in and return it to where I found it. She can’t know I’ve been in here yet.

Carefully closing her door, I make my way to the kitchen. Light oak cabinets with marble countertops that extend up the backsplash decorate the walls. Turning on the tap, I wash myhands as I take in the space around me. There’s a bowl to my left, filled with mail instead of fruit, and I flip an envelope over. It’s a utility bill. I move on to the next and next, each letter another invoice. The last one is stamped red withOverdue. Tension builds between my shoulders, and I suck my upper teeth, searching for anything else that’s out of place. It’s not until I open the fridge that the seriousness hits me. The shelves are bare.

It doesn’t make sense. A family like this should have a housekeeper. The fridge should be packed with food. Hell, it should be full of prepared meals. There’s only a lonely takeout container sitting in the middle. My rings click on the stainless handle as I try to work everything out, but my girl just keeps getting more and more mysterious.

There’s one thing I know for sure. I’m going to find out.

I grab my phone, texting Matthias. As the second oldest Everette brother, he’s taken on the security role for our family. He’s the one with the best connections when it comes to this type of thing.

Me: Matthias. I need a favor.

Matthias: It’s two am. you better be dying.

Me: Awe don’t be like that. We both know you’d cry at my funeral.

Matthias: You woke Eve up so don’t be so sure about that.

Me: Shit. sorry man.

Matthias: Get on with it.

Me: I need cameras ASAP. Enough to cover a 3500 sq ft house?

Me: What are you trying to pretend you can’t get it?

Matthias: No, I’m waiting for you to tell me why.

Me: Did you ask Damon why?

Matthias: Is this about a girl?

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