Page 10 of A Forbidden Arrangement
A sound tears from my throat, half gasp, half cry, as he keeps hitting it again and again. The pressure builds fast, sharp and consuming, like I’m climbing without a way back down. My hands tangle in his hair, holding on as if that can anchor me.
“Right there,” I gasp, my voice breaking.
He groans into me, the vibration tightening everything inside me until I can’t hold back. The climax hits hard, a rush of heat and pleasure that has my body clenching. My hips jerk helplessly, chasing every last wave as he keeps moving, guiding me through it.
When I finally collapse into the mattress, shaking and breathless, he pulls back just enough to look up at me. His mouth is wet, his fingers glistening. His eyes are dark with something that makes my stomach clench all over again.
“You’re going to give me that again,” he says, voice low and certain, “and you’re going to beg for it.”
Chapter 5
Xander
Her head is still tipped back,eyes half-closed, chest rising and falling like she’s floating somewhere far from me. I keep my gaze on her, greedy for the remaining traces of what I just did to her. The flush on her chest. The tremor still running through her thighs. The dazed parting of her lips. I did that. I wrecked her with my mouth until she forgot how to breathe, and I’m not close to finished.
I reach for her phone where I had set it on the bed. I’d taken it the second we walked into the hotel, slipping it from her jacket before she noticed it buzzing. The heart beside the caller ID was enough to tell me exactly who it was. I answered without a sound, left the line open, and let him listen while I ruined her.
Now I turn the screen so she can see the name. Bradley.
“What the fuck, Dahlia? You’re mad at me, so you fuck somebody else? Get back home so we can deal with this.”
His voice bleeds through the speaker, sharp and accusing. My rage spikes, hot and clean, but under it is the deep, steady pull of satisfaction. He’s exactly where I want him. Forced to listen. Powerless to stop it.
I cover her mouth before she can say a word, my palm firm against her lips. Her breath hitches against my skin, but my eyes stay locked on the phone.
“You might as well forget her name,” I tell him, voice low and steady. “Because she’s never coming back to you. If you want to hear me fuck the shit out of her, make her come harder than you ever could, then keep listening. Otherwise, hang up now.”
Silence. Just the faint sound of his breathing, tight and uneven. He stays.
Good.
Bradley can sit there and choke on the sound of this.
I set it beside us and sit back on my haunches, dragging her legs over my thighs, leaving her right where I want her.
I fist my cock, slow and deliberate, each stroke measured. Veins stand out, the tip flushed dark, precum slicking my hand and making it glide easier. Her gaze snaps to it, eyes widening the second she catches sight of the metal. Five bars, gleaming as they run the length of me.
Her breath stutters, her mouth parting as she takes me in.
Most women hesitate the first time, maybe flinch or ask questions. Pride curls in my chest, sharp and possessive.
“You see what you do to me, pretty girl?”
Her eyes stay glued to my cock like it’s the only thing in the room. That tiny sweep of her tongue over her bottom lip nearly wrecks me because I know she’s imagining the drag of steel against the soft heat of her mouth.
And fuck if I’m not dying to give it to her.
It feeds something dark and greedy inside me, makes my cock twitch in my fist.
I chuckle low, the sound vibrating in my chest as I reach for her. My thumb circles her clit, slow and firm, bringing her right back into my hands. “For how much I’d want that,” I murmur, watching her eyes glaze with heat, “I have other plans for you.”
There’s a strangled noise, and her gaze flicks toward the phone, but I pull her back to me.
I grip her chin, firm enough that she feels it, and tilt her face back until her eyes find mine again. I hold her there, making sure she sees exactly how gone I am for her.
“Eyes on me,” I tell her, low and steady. “Only me.”
I line myself up and push in, slow and steady, feeding her inch by inch. The stretch makes her body tense, so I catch her mouth with mine, kissing her slowly, coaxing her to open for me. When she softens, I sink deeper. The bars slide into her one after another, dragging over her walls until I’m buried to the hilt.
