Page 4 of Bitter Arrangement

“You like this?” I ask, feeling a devilish thrill. Two paths fork in front of me. I can take the right path, apologize profusely again, hope he doesn’t tell anyone, and get the hell out of here.

Or I can take the left path and find out where this little game is going.

Without thinking about it, because all my biggest mistakes are total failures of impulse control, I reach inside the shirt, peel the sports bra off my shoulders, twist out my arms, and yank it down. When I step out, I kick it aside, then reach up and slip off my panties too.

Which leaves me entirely naked beneath the big, white shirt.

Guess I took the wrong path.

My nipples are so hard. I’m aware they’re showing, and he can probably see through the fabric if he looks close enough. The right one is particularly sensitive ever since I got it pierced, and it sends little pings of pleasure into my core every time I move. I’m dripping wet, damp against my thighs, and trembling with arousal. I don’t even know why—I’m not even totally sure what this guy looks like. All I’ve seen are a few grainy photos of a big, dark-haired man with a stoic look and a chiseled jaw.

“Now you’re teasing me, Riley,” he whispers, the bass rumbling down my spine.“You look fucking good in nothing but my shirt. Like I’ve already claimed you.”

“Is that what you want? To claim me?” I ask, chewing my lip. I’m shaking with anticipation. “Tell me how you’d do it.”

“Get on my bed.” His voice is pure command. I release a whimper, shocked by how turned on it gets me. Bossy assholes are basically everything I hate in the world, except for right now, it totally works.

The bed is big and comfortable, and I crawl up the neatly made comforter, messing it up a bit as I lean back on the fluffy pillows.

“Like this?” I ask, pretending to be calm as I continue to spiral into pure lust.

“That’s such a good girl. Do you like following orders?”

“Normally, I’d tell you to go to hell.”

“But right now, you’re doing so good.”

I lick my lips, breathing hard. “Tell me what you’d do if you were here right now.”

I’m impulsive. I know that about myself. It’s probably my biggest character trait. My whole life’s been defined by all the really dumb, poorly thought-out decisions I’ve made over the years.

And this is a prime example.

My masterpiece of stupidity.

Even knowing that, I still spread my knees and brush my right hand across my inner thigh.

God, this is bad. This is so, so bad.

Which is exactly why I love it so much.

“I think you need a firm hand. You’re the kind of woman that likes to fight, aren’t you? I’d start by teasing your wet little pussy. I can see how soaked you are. Your beautiful pussy is glistening, little thief, as you stroke yourself forme.”

I do exactly that, fingers rolling up and down my slit. It feels so fucking wrong, and that’s what makes it so perfect.

“More,” I moan softly.

“I’d pull your hair as I kiss your mouth. I’d dominate those pretty lips of yours. I’d lick those freckles on your nose and grip your auburn curls until you moaned my name and begged me to finally touch your delicious little cunt. But I’d go slow, baby, nice and slow until you’re grinding up against me and begging for more.”

“I don’t beg,” I say, stifling moans as I stroke my clit then sink two fingers inside. “Oh, god, that’s good.”

“You think you don’t beg, my sweet thief, but you will. As soon as you taste my thick cock between your legs, you won’t be able to stop thinking about getting more. I’ll lick and suck your pussy until you’re dripping on my sheets, getting all messy and wet, and only when you’re panting and moaning for my dick will I finally sink between your beautiful thighs.”

“Fuck,” I moan, stroking myself faster. I use my free hand to unbutton part of the shirt to reveal my breasts. I squeeze one, stroking my pierced nipple. I’m extremely sensitive there ever since I got the bar set in, and it makes me tingle all over.

“Do you like that, baby? Think of me sucking your tits nice and hard as I fuck you deep. I won’t be gentle, since you’ve been so fucking bad. Breaking into my apartment like this? Wearing my clothes? Touching yourself on my bed? You’re a filthy fucking girl. A messy, needy, greedy little slut, aren’t you? Look at that pussy, begging for my thick cock. I want you to say my name as you come, baby. Say my name, and that’s how I’ll claim you.”

I stroke faster, climax building. His voice is incredible. There’s something deeply sensual about the tone and the timbre, and it’s driving me crazy. I like the nasty way he’s talking. Nobody’s ever called me a slut before and walked away without a bruise, but coming from that voice?

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