Page 48 of Bitter Arrangement

When he comes barreling through the door after me, looking like a monster.

God, he’s so fucking hot. His dark eyes glare at me with a mix of joy and rage. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him looking so excited before. And it kind of scares me.

I run like hell. He chases me up the steps, nipping at my heels. I manage to evade him, though he nearly catches my foot. I stumble, slam into the wall, and careen into the bedroom.

He’s right behind me. I angle toward the closet, but he’s moving to cut me off. Instead, I bolt to the left, leap up and over the bed, and I’m nearly on the other side when he finally slams into me.

I gasp in shock as he drills me down to the bed, his arms wrapped around my waist.

“Give them to me now, little thief,” he snarls as I struggle.

“Screw you. These are my keys now.”

“I have business.”

“And I stole them, fair and square.”

“There’s nothing fucking fair about you, Riley.” He gets on top of me, the weight of him holding me down. I grind and struggle, trying to get away, but he’s way too big.

He pins my wrists above my head, and I keep the keys clutched in my hand.

“Mad you got beat by me?” I ask, chin tilted up and a vicious grin on my face. My heart’s beating like a drum and excitement’s driving every inch of me crazy.

I don’t know where this is going, and I have no clue why I even started it, but I definitely don’t want it to stop.

“Beat? Fucking please. You’re walking around today like you want me to grab you by the hair and fuck you until you’re a mindless little puddle under my hands.”

“And yet you were so distracted staring at my tits and thinking about my pierced nipple that you didn’t feel it when I stole from you.” I snap at his lips, grinning, feeling glorious and victorious. “You think you’re so big and strong, but all I had to do was wear skimpy shorts and a crop top, and suddenly you’re begging for it.”

He stares at me, jaw working?—

And then he grins huge.

This should be my moment. He should be thinking about how I kicked his ass with nothing more than my looks and my head. Instead, he’s smiling like he’s the one with the prize.

“What’s so funny?” I ask, frustrated now. This isn’t how I wanted this to go. He should be pissy and annoyed.

“You think youwonsomething?” he asks. “Baby,thisis what I fucking wanted all along. You can steal whatever you want, so long as you end up underneath me.”

I gasp as he buries my mouth with his. I’m completely taken and at his mercy, and I realize my mistake.

This wasn’t about winning or losing. He wasn’t chasing me because he’s got some meeting.

The keys aren’t the prize.

The prize isme.

I gasp into his kiss, and for one brief panicked second, I think about calling this off. I made an impulsive, stupid mistake.

But way too late. I’m kissing him back, and now he’s right. Screw the chase, screw the steal, screw the tease.

Thisis what I need.

The kiss turns deep and desperate. All the built-up tension between us seems to come rushing out. Yesterday should’ve defused some of it, but that orgasm only made it ten times worse. He grabs my hair, releasing my wrists, but I keep my hands above my head as he devours me and shoves my top up, hand teasing my breasts. His mouth moves down my neck and kisses my pierced nipple, and pleasure bursts through my sensitive skin.

“Oh, shit,” I moan, arching into him.

“That’s right, baby, now you know how badly you fucked up,” he says, licking my tits, one hand squeezing them together as the other rips down my shorts. He pulls them all the way off this time. “I chased you. I caught you. And now I’m going to have you.”

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