Page 62 of Vicious Arrangement
I narrow my eyes. “No. You’re twisting things.”
“I’m not. You ignore me, you throw out my sandwich, you ignore my text, and you give me a rambling sort-of apology and can’t take ‘leave me alone I’ve had a shitty day’ for an answer because the world revolves around little Mr. Rich Dude. So I invited your friend and his kid over. So fucking what? Do you want me to pay rent so it’s my place too?”
“You couldn’t afford it.”
“Take off the fees for putting up with you, and I’m guessing you’d be paying me.”
“You wish.”
She glares at me. “You’re not exactly the catch you think you are, Noah. Hot gets you only so far. I’m beginning to see why it’s been a string of endless one-night stands for you.”
I almost tell her I had a girlfriend years ago who ripped out my heart an left me. Another I forgot for my list, but I somehow stop myself.”
“And what kind of catch are you? Chasing down my best friend?”
“You’re jealous.”
I stalk up close. “I am not.” Then I pause. “Is there something to be jealous over?”
“No. God, I thought I’d do something nice, and he’s a nice guy.”
Then she turns and storms inside. I follow her, and her dog thing follows me, still growling.
“Nice. What does that mean?” I demand.
In the kitchen, she stops at the island, and slams her iPad down, and comes at me.
I’m at the glass wall, and everything in me is buzzing. The words “bring it on” pump in my blood. “He’s a nice guy, I like him. I invited Katie, too. And Josh. You know? Your friend’s son and?—”
I grab her, pull her in, spinning her so she’s trapped between me and the wall. “What? Thought Katie and I could babysit while you maybe see which one of us you preferred?”
“If I was going to do that, I’d choose him, you asshole.” She tries to get free, but I don’t let her. “Do you know how insane you sound?”
“And whose fucking fault is that?”
I crush my mouth to hers and kiss her. I don’t know what I expect. A fight? Her to turn her head? But she grabs at me and opens her mouth, kissing me back her tongue dueling with mine. It’s hot and wild, and pagan and I’m so fucking turned on I’m aching and hard and barely hanging on to control by a thread.
I push her into the glass on the wall she hasn’t opened, and I slide my hand around the back of her head, deepening the kiss, biting and sucking her lower lip as I grind into her, making her moan into my mouth as she pushes up into me.
Breaking the kiss, I hiss in her ear, “You’re married to me, so you’re mine, got it?”
“Yes.” She whimpers, dragging in a jagged breath as I kiss and suck a path along the curve of her neck.
I know I’m acting insane and making zero sense. I know all my good and dubious sense has flown out the window, but she drives me insane and my reaction to her is so visceral that I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. She’s mine. Mine.
Aria tastes like salt and a sweet something I know is all her. It’s a heady taste, and something I crave.
I go back to her mouth, stealing another kiss. Deeper, longer, dirtier.
My cock throbs, and I need her. She’s wearing leggings, and I break the kiss, spin her, and grab her hair, walking her to the kitchen island where I force her on it, one hand holding her down, the other ripping her leggings and underwear off. She moans, the soft sound of “yes” is in my ears as she whispers it.
She’s fucking wet.
It makes my cock throb. I release myself and pump, and she tries to rise up. “Stay there. Or I’ll fucking tie you down and leave you all night after I’ve had my fill.”
“If you’re going to do it, do it,” she snarls thickly, making me grin nastily.
I line up, and without foreplay or warning, I thrust in.
