Page 19 of Vicious Arrangement (Alpha Billionaire Daddies #7)

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.

She stretches for me. Hot. Wet. And she moans and grunts. Her fingers gripping the opposite side of the island. I fuck her hard. Slamming into her, over and over, until she comes.

Aria’s so fucking ready. Her cunt clenches down on my cock, making it almost impossible for me to hold back, but I do.

I need this to count.

I want this to count.

I want to punish and please.

I want to rock her fucking world.

My gaze is on her intently as she comes, her body still shaking and trembling after the big hit of the orgasm, and it’s perfect timing, that tense and relaxed mode, like two things existing in the same space. Touch her clit and she’ll tense. Anywhere else, and she might bloom for me.

Stroking my fingers along her spine, I pull out of her cunt, then start to work her asshole, sliding a finger slowly in after I dip down into her pussy. Her moan is perfect, and she likes it, her ass raising a little.

I move my finger in and out, adding another, stretching her. Then I pull out and place the head of my cock there.

She moans as I push into her. Her ass is different from her cunt and her pussy juices make entry easier. For a few seconds she seems to hold her breath and I push all the way in and then I ease out, only to push in. She breathes out.

“More.”

I fuck her hard, reaching deep, and I slam one hand onto the counter, the other I fist in her hair, and her sharp intake of breath along with the ripple of a mini orgasm hitting tells me she likes it.

So does the slow moan that comes from her. I pull her head up and fuck her harder, deeper. “Good girl,” I mutter. “You’re mine. You got that, fucking mine.”

“Yours.”

Aria’s response sends a twitch of desire mixed with pleasure through me, from my scalp, down my spine to the tip of my cock. I clench my teeth to stop coming, and push through the ache of need that’s dipped in delight because I want to last as long as I can.

Her ass is a wild ride, up there with her cunt. And the fact she likes this…

“Next time I’m tying you up. Spanking you for your disobedience.” I slam into her. “For flirting with others.” I slam in again. “For thinking you can do”—and again—“what”—again—“you”—again—“want.”

I’m losing control. I’m losing the beat, and inside I’m hot, everywhere, everything I am is focused on this, on the thought of fucking her tied up, of spanking her.

She’s going to like it. I’ll make her like it. I’ll fucking—Shit. I can’t…

I start to fuck with abandon and we’re both moaning and groaning and she starts coming, deep, all over, the contractions nothing like when I’m buried deep in her pussy, but it’s good and I’m already at my limit of control.

Everything explodes with intense ecstasy, and I come in her, spurting, my body jerking as I come hard.

When we’re done, I collapse on her for a few moments to catch my breath, my bearings, control of my heartbeat. Then I ease out of her and do up my pants. Aria slides off the counter, legs wobbly, but she starts to pull up her leggings.

“Fuck no,” I say. “We’re not done.”

I throw her over my shoulder and take her upstairs. We’re going to experience a shower in all the ways we can, and then? I’m fucking her all night long.

Angus whines.