Page 147 of Their Arrangement
Hard.
Devastating.
I didn’t breathe. Couldn’t.
My back hit the wall, velvet against glass, my dress already bunched at my hips.
Wolfe’s mouth crushed mine with a need so sharp it stole sound from the room. Outside, the auction continued—soft applause, murmurs, the cold exchange of power. But here?
Here, he devoured.
His hand gripped the side of my throat, not tight—never tight—just firm enough to hold me still. His body pressed flushagainst mine. His thigh parted mine. And I was already soaked.
He felt it. Smelled it. His growl rumbled against my chest.
“You want them to watch you? Want to be a pretty little thing laid out for everyone to bid on?”
“No,” I whispered.
He grinned against my mouth.
“Liar.”
His fingers found the slit in the dress. Slid beneath. Tugged the lace panties to the side with practiced precision.
He didn’t rush.
Two fingers slid through me.
“So wet,” he murmured.
“Wolfe…”
“Look atme.”
I did.
His eyes were wildfire.
“Next time someone speaks to you like he did, you tell them what you are.”
I swallowed. “What am I?”
He leaned in. His voice was a blade.“Mine.”
He gripped my hip, pinned me with his body. Then he undid his belt. The sound alone nearly undid me. My head dropped back. I was trembling.
“Look down,” he growled.
I blinked.
He took himself in hand.
“Watch me take you.”
I looked.
He lined himself up.
