Bitter Arrangement: Chapter 18

I gently place a mug in the front left corner of my new safe. It’s got a little kid’s handprint on the front, and I stole it from the bedroom of a man who owns the largest used car dealership network in the Baltimore region. He’s a prick, and I should’ve stabbed him too, just on principle.

But theft’s my thing, not murder. For now, anyway.

“There you go,” I say to myself, surveying my little objects. My nipple tingles as my head strays to what Alexan and I did in this closet yesterday. I keep having flashbacks to his mouth sucking my breasts, his fingers driving into me, and that orgasm ripping through my body like a tsunami. I’ve never come so hard in my entire life, and I’m still reeling from it.

I swear, my mouth waters whenever he’s in the room, thinking about what he can do to my body.

But I’ve been a smart girl since then. I’ve kept my distance. Even in bed last night, I curled up in a ball on my side and pretended like he wasn’t lying next to me, shirtless and absolutely glorious. Sleep came eventually, and I dreamed about him kissing me.

Stupid horny brain.

I head back out of the closet. I spent the morning ferrying these things from my dad’s house while Alexan’s been locked in his office. I’m dreading the prospect of another boring afternoon staring at the TV with nothing to do when he finally emerges, wearing a nice suit, and grunts something about heading into work.

“Got an important meeting, honey?” I ask him sweetly.

I like the way he looks at me. His eyes glance down at my little shorts and linger on my chest. He can see my pierced nipple through my thin crop top.

I’ll admit it’s completely on purpose.

He licks his lips and nods. “Something like that.”

“Is this about your promotion?”

“I’m getting to know my team.” He can’t tear his eyes off me. I’m trying not to smile, but I can’t help myself. I’ve got this man wrapped around my finger.

“That’s wonderful. Have a fantastic day, darling.” I walk over to him, and suddenly I’m struck with an idea. I feel it build in my core and bubble up through my body like lava. I should resist—this is the sort of impulsive stupidity that always gets me in trouble—but I can’t help myself.

I slip a hand into his jacket and stand on my toes to kiss his cheek.

He grunts at me in surprise, frowning slightly. Excitement boils in my belly as I pat his ribs and step back.

“What was that for?” he asks.

“Just showing affection for my husband.” I smile as sweetly as I can, hands clasped together.

He hesitates, staring at me, and I wonder if he felt it. But then he turns away, shaking his head, and heads outside. I follow like I’m an obedient, happy little wife and stand in the doorway as he heads down the stoop and walks over to where his BMW is parked beside the curb.

Excitement fills me like soda fizz. This is the feeling I live for. This is why I break into houses and take meaningless treasures.

He reaches into his jacket, frowns in confusion, pats himself down, and then slowly turns to look at me.

I hold up my middle finger, letting the car keys I lifted from him dangle by the ring.

“Missing something?” I ask.

His jaw works. “Very funny. Hand them over.”

“I don’t think so.” I close my fist and step into the house. “I think I’m going to add this to my treasure trove.”

I turn and start toward the steps, heart hammering. I’m being impulsive again, but I can’t help it. I pause and look back, not sure what he’ll do⁠—

When he comes barreling through the door after me, looking like a monster.

God, he’s so fucking hot. His dark eyes glare at me with a mix of joy and rage. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him looking so excited before. And it kind of scares me.

I run like hell. He chases me up the steps, nipping at my heels. I manage to evade him, though he nearly catches my foot. I stumble, slam into the wall, and careen into the bedroom.

He’s right behind me. I angle toward the closet, but he’s moving to cut me off. Instead, I bolt to the left, leap up and over the bed, and I’m nearly on the other side when he finally slams into me.

I gasp in shock as he drills me down to the bed, his arms wrapped around my waist.

“Give them to me now, little thief,” he snarls as I struggle.

“Screw you. These are my keys now.”

“I have business.”

“And I stole them, fair and square.”

“There’s nothing fucking fair about you, Riley.” He gets on top of me, the weight of him holding me down. I grind and struggle, trying to get away, but he’s way too big.

He pins my wrists above my head, and I keep the keys clutched in my hand.

“Mad you got beat by me?” I ask, chin tilted up and a vicious grin on my face. My heart’s beating like a drum and excitement’s driving every inch of me crazy.

I don’t know where this is going, and I have no clue why I even started it, but I definitely don’t want it to stop.

“Beat? Fucking please. You’re walking around today like you want me to grab you by the hair and fuck you until you’re a mindless little puddle under my hands.”

“And yet you were so distracted staring at my tits and thinking about my pierced nipple that you didn’t feel it when I stole from you.” I snap at his lips, grinning, feeling glorious and victorious. “You think you’re so big and strong, but all I had to do was wear skimpy shorts and a crop top, and suddenly you’re begging for it.”

He stares at me, jaw working⁠—

And then he grins huge.

This should be my moment. He should be thinking about how I kicked his ass with nothing more than my looks and my head. Instead, he’s smiling like he’s the one with the prize.

“What’s so funny?” I ask, frustrated now. This isn’t how I wanted this to go. He should be pissy and annoyed.

“You think you won something?” he asks. “Baby, this is what I fucking wanted all along. You can steal whatever you want, so long as you end up underneath me.”

I gasp as he buries my mouth with his. I’m completely taken and at his mercy, and I realize my mistake.

This wasn’t about winning or losing. He wasn’t chasing me because he’s got some meeting.

The keys aren’t the prize.

The prize is me.

I gasp into his kiss, and for one brief panicked second, I think about calling this off. I made an impulsive, stupid mistake.

But way too late. I’m kissing him back, and now he’s right. Screw the chase, screw the steal, screw the tease.

This is what I need.

The kiss turns deep and desperate. All the built-up tension between us seems to come rushing out. Yesterday should’ve defused some of it, but that orgasm only made it ten times worse. He grabs my hair, releasing my wrists, but I keep my hands above my head as he devours me and shoves my top up, hand teasing my breasts. His mouth moves down my neck and kisses my pierced nipple, and pleasure bursts through my sensitive skin.

“Oh, shit,” I moan, arching into him.

“That’s right, baby, now you know how badly you fucked up,” he says, licking my tits, one hand squeezing them together as the other rips down my shorts. He pulls them all the way off this time. “I chased you. I caught you. And now I’m going to have you.”

Holy shit.

I grind into him, breathing hard. He rears back and rips off his jacket. I sit up, kissing him, and start unbuttoning his shirt. My fingers fumble and are awkward, but I manage to get it halfway done before he finally just rips it off. I stare at his bare chest, at the vicious and scary tattoos on his skin, as he lightly grips my hair with his fist.

“You should know something about me,” he whispers, crushing my mouth with his for a blistering moment. My hands press against his muscular chest, and I feel his heart hammering as hard as mine. “When I get something in my head, I can’t let it go. I’m obsessive, little thief, and right now I’m obsessing over you.”

Oh, God. He crushes me with another kiss, and I feel myself getting lost in it. Then he shoves me roughly back onto the bed and drops down between my legs, kissing my thighs, taking his time as he gets closer and closer to my aching core.

I run my fingers through his hair with one hand and grip my pierced breast with the other. His mouth finds my pussy, tongue spreading me wide, licking up and down before he buries it with his mouth. I moan as pleasure sparks in my core, arching my back, squeezing my breast, and rubbing my pierced nipple. It’s so much stimulation I feel like I might burst, but I just want more.

His fingers slide inside me, giving me what I need as his mouth and tongue lap and suck my clit.

Oh my God, he’s so good at that.

I’m grinding into his face, stupid with pleasure, not caring if I’m making the filthiest noises of my life. He seems to like it, though; he sucks and slurps my pussy before moving back up again and kisses me hard.

“Taste yourself on my lips,” he whispers, grabbing my hair. “Lick me, you bad fucking girl.”

I lick his teeth and tongue. I gasp as he pulls back and starts to take off his pants. I help him, clutching at his belt, wrenching it off, ripping down his zipper.

He moves back and stands at the end of the bed. I sit up, breathing hard and staring. His keys are still in my hand.

His cock is long, veined, and the thickest dick I’ve ever seen in my life.

My mouth starts to water as he strokes himself, looking at me with pure want in his eyes.

“I need to warn you,” he says, coming toward me. I crawl back, heart racing. “If you ever run from me like that again, I won’t be so nice the next time I catch you.”

“This is nice?” I try to escape, rolling to the side, but he catches me easily. Just how I want him to.

He shoves me down onto my belly, one hand in my hair.

I feel the tip of him press against my aching, soaked pussy.

“This is downright fucking kind, you dirty girl.” His body leans over, pinning me to the bed. “Now tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I can’t,” I whimper while thinking please please please.

“Say it, my filthy little slut. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“Alexan.” I moan as he presses himself inside, but only the tip. “God, please, I want it. I want more.” I push back, greedy and desperate. “Fuck me, Alexan, please.”

He growls and moves his hips, pushing forward, each agonizing and blissful inch of him spreading me and filling me to the brim.

Holy freaking God.

I grip the sheets, keys forgotten.

His cock is like heaven. Once he’s fully inside, spreading and stretching me to my limits, he pushes me harder against the mattress until I’m totally at his mercy.

“This pussy is mine, Riley,” he whispers, his breath hot on my neck. “Your smooth little ass is mine. Your tits are mine, your lips are mine, your goddamn tongue is mine. When you’re in this bed and my cock’s deep between your legs, I own every fucking inch of you. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand,” I moan, grinding against him, desperate for him to keep moving. “Now stop teasing and fuck me.”

He grips my hair as he drags himself back. Fuck, that’s so good. He plunges forward, harder this time. I gasp, yelping softly as his hips impact my ass. His cock fills me again, again, that slow and steady rhythm, rough and full and beautiful.

My eyes roll back. I’m moaning and drooling as his fingers plunge into my mouth. I suck them like a mindless freak as he keeps fucking me deeper and harder, grunting his pleasure. The bed rocks, quaking under us, and I want him to break the mattress. No, I want him to break me.

“More,” I moan, voice muffled from his fingers. “More, Alexan, more.”

“You bad fucking girl,” he says, thick with lust. “You want more dick? You want to choke on my fingers while I fill you up?”

“Please,” I gasp, sucking them, tongue rolling around as he starts to fuck me faster.

Pleasure builds and builds, growing deep in my core. I feel controlled, dominated, more taken than I’ve ever been in my life, and it’s perfect. He bites my shoulder, and I let out a scream of pleasure as the pain hits me in the skull like lightning, and it finally throws me over the edge.

I come so hard I see black spots in my vision. I spit out his fingers, moaning his name. He keeps going, fucking me faster, vicious and furious, ruining me, building me back up, and I feel him finish inside me, wet and warm and delicious.

I lay gasping on the bed. Sweat trickles down my back. I twitch slightly, rolling onto my side. One hand strokes my pierced nipple and little aftershocks of orgasm bliss roll down my skin.

He leans back, watching me with adoration in his eyes, hand stroking his soaked and softening dick.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, licking his lips. “Look at you. Such a beautiful fucking girl. All fucked and happy.”

I grin at him and finally sprawl on my back with a sigh. I stretch, curling my toes. “I think I blacked out for a second there.”

“That’s because you like it when I own you.” He leans over and kisses me. I pull him closer, suctioning my lips to his. I feel a little self-conscious, but the hunger in his kiss tells me everything I need to know.

He loved that as much as I did.

Maybe even more, based on the way he’s looking at me now.

I reach down and snatch the keys off the bed. I grin a little and waggle my eyebrows. “Up for another chase?”

He laughs and peels my hand open, taking them with ease.

“Not this time, baby,” he says, kissing me again. But he stays in bed, arms wrapped around my body. “You’re still mine, and I plan on keeping you for a while longer.”

“I thought it was only when you’re inside me?”

“That’s a technicality.” He palms my ass and grips it. “I’ve left my mark on you now. If anyone wasn’t sure, they’ll know you’re my woman.”

I reach up and touch where he bit me. There are teeth marks.

A sane woman would be creeped out.

But I feel an impulsive, excited shiver down my spine, and I only lean into him harder.

“Bites fade,” I tease.

“Then I’ll have to make it fresh every day.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“I bet you would.”