Page 37 of A Devious Arrangement
Her mouth drops open, and she moves toward me subconsciously.
Gotcha.
“Why would you help me?” Her voice is breathy, and a thin line forms between her brows.
“Because it’s fun.” I give her my most mischievous smirk. Like this is all a game, even though I’m no longer playing.
She sucks on her teeth, and I can practically see the wheels turning in her mind. “What do you want in return?”
“What makes you think I want something?” I inch closer until she’s nearly within reach. Just a little more.
A hand planted firmly on her hip, she waits until I answer.
I just keep liking her more and more. I’ll have to be careful, or she’ll realize she’s got me by the balls, not the other way around.
“I’m not asking for anything you can’t give me. Be my girlfriend so everyone gets off my back. My brothers have turned into real nags since they settled down.” Not a lie, but also not thereason I’m doing this. The more she’s with me, the deeper I’ll get my hooks into her. If she doesn’t love me right away, I’ll feed her with my body until she’s addicted to my touch.
“What if I don’t want to?” she responds flippantly.
I make sure she’s looking right at me so she knows I’m telling the truth. “Then I’ll tell everyone I caught you trying to steal from the Order.”
Blood drains from her face, turning her a ghostly white. I don’t like it at fucking all.
I take the final step, close enough to grab her. “You don’t need to worry. Just accept the deal, and you’ll get everything you want.”
She’s shaking her head, attempting to sort it out again.Sorry, Princess, you’re not figuring this one out. Not until I want you to.
“Why are you willing to steal from your brothers?”
I choke on a laugh. “We’re not. We’re stealing from the Order of Saints—completely different. Plus, why do they need a tiara? They’re already rich. What are they going to do with a tiara?”
“You don’t play fair.”
“True. I’d never trust me if I were you.” She will though. I’ll make sure of it.
She presses her palms into her eyes before pulling them away. “I can’t believe I’m considering this. What’s your plan?”
I’m inches from her now and use her confusion to mask my hands gliding up her arms.
“I know how to turn off the alarm.”
Her shoulders sag in relief, some of the strain in her face easing. “And you’ll help me if I pretend to be your girlfriend.”
“I never said anything aboutpretend.” I pull her toward me, capturing her mouth with mine. She holds her lips tight. I grip her neck, and she gasps, opening for me. I don’t waste timesinking my tongue and twisting it against hers. She responds so sweetly, and I eat her moans even as she pushes me away.
I raise my knee, pressing it to her core, and she sinks her nails deep. I groan when she pulls me closer.
One thing’s for sure: I’ve already won her body.
I place open-mouth kisses down her throat, taking my time to mark every inch of her. Her chest rises with each of her rasping breaths as I unzip her jacket. Her skin pebbles as I pull down her top as far as the fabric will let me, sucking the curve into my mouth.
Her fingers pull my hair, and I rock forward, snaking my arms under her ass and lifting her onto the counter. We only pull away to inhale before devouring each other again. She’s shaking in my hold, her cries growing louder. She’s so fucking close, and I won’t survive unless I see her come apart for me. I lower my hand to her core and press my palm against her clit. Her head falls back, mouth gasping as she tugs me closer.
“So close. So close. Please. I’m so close.” She begs for her release, and I’m more than happy to give it to her. I capture her mouth, applying pressure as she grinds herself into me. She’s trembling as her orgasm rolls over her and collapses her into my chest.
Music plays, and I want to scream when her phone rings. Her head lifts, confused, as she’s still lost in the afterglow of her orgasm.
“Someone has a death wish.” I slide my hand into her pocket, silencing it, but I can see her thoughts clearing as she comes to her senses.
