A Tempting Arrangement (Twisted Vows Book 1)

1. Damon

The feelof Selena’s pretty pink lips swallowing my cock barely registers. It’s not that she’s not talented—her fist is wrapped around my base while her palm cups my sack, working me simultaneously. She’s one of the best in the industry and knows what I want. A quick, uncomplicated release, then to be left alone, but no matter how deep she takes me, my body refuses to respond.

I have no shame in paying for what I want, which is anonymity. I’d tried casual hookups in the past, made it clear that it was a simple matter of physical needs, but they never failed to ask for more. I’m the heir to the Everette fortune—I can’t blame them for trying. The only motivator stronger than greed is revenge.

Which is why I switched to a service. No feelings, no awkward goodbyes, purely transactional. It had been the perfect solution and one I desperately needed today after Miss Hart brushed back her pale pink hair, leaned over the conference room table, pinned me with her fierce gaze, and demanded I pay attention to her.

As if I wasn’t already.

As if she wasn’t the entire reason I was in that meeting to begin with.

Yes, I’m the owner of the Boston Bruins, but I’m the owner of a lot of companies, and I donot sit in PR meetings.

I have people to do that. When I’d told my brother I was attending today, he gave me aknowing look. I told him to fuck off before he could get a single word out.

Men in my position do not attend day-to-day meetings, but other men in my position aren’tobsessed with their pixie-like employees.

She’s young and fresh with a spark of life I have no business coveting. I would ruin her thesecond I touched her. The blood that permanently stains my hands would coat her, slowly dirtying her every inch until it snuffed out her light.

But fuck me, I wanted to reach over the table and capture her mouth when she’d hissed out, “Yes, Sir,” with one raised eyebrow.

I’m not bothering to pretend that it wasn’t why I chose this spot for tonight’s activities.

Selena pulls back with a pop, looking up at me with warm brown eyes I wished were pale green. “You okay? Am I doing something wrong?”

“You’re fine.” I fist her hair and guide her back to my cock, determined to find my release.

I focus on where Misty sat at the conference table. I picture the scene from this morning, only this time, I don’t wall off my emotions.

This time, I stand, stalking around the table, and press Misty’s chest into its hard surface.

Her flower-covered skirt slides easily over her hips as my palms wrap around her thighs, revealing her perfect ass.

A groan rumbles in my chest, and Selena sucks me harder, knowing that it’s working.

I can almost feel the sting of my palm as my hand lands hard on Misty’s round ass, leaving a perfect red print. I’ve wanted to mark her since the first day we met.

She stood in the hall with both hands on her hips, her head cocked to the side. Her eyes were round, her chest rising and falling too fast to be normal, but she’d played it off and walked around me without a word.

Fuck, it had taken willpower not to pull her back and slam her into the wall. I’d never responded to anyone the way I do her.

I crave knowing the sounds she’ll make as I drive my cock hard inside her. I’d make her beg for more until she screams out my name as I sear myself into her soul.

I moan through clenched teeth, hips pounding harder into Selena’s mouth, tension shooting down my spine. Every muscle tightens as my release builds painfully. I rock harder, and she takes me down masterfully, but it’s not enough.

It’s not what my body craves.

I grunt out in frustration, ready to pull her off my dick and give up on tonight, when the conference room door opens, and a gasp rings through the space.

Misty stands in the doorway, the light from the hall illuminating half her face. She’s twisted her hair up, revealing the smooth column of her neck, and I follow it down to where her breasts puddle above the neckline of her dress like they can no longer be contained.

I want to rip it down and feel how perfectly they’d fit around my cock, hear the sounds she’d make as I fucked her tits.

She breaks my control, turning me primal.

I shouldn’t want her. I should sell the team and stay the fuck away, but instead, like the bastard I am, my eyes drift to her mouth.

Dropped open in shock.

Suddenly, the lips expertly wrapped around my shaft are hers. She’s making the needy sounds as she sucks me deeper. It’s pale pink hair clenched in my fist and pretty green eyes watering as I hit the back of her throat.

I groan low in my throat, balls tightening as image after image of my girl on her knees barrages my thoughts.

Misty closes her lips, breaking the illusion, and I rip myself away from the warm mouth, instantly fisting my cock in full view of this mystical pixie who captures all of my attention.

Misty’s eyes are locked around my fist stroking from base to tip. The light catches on her hardened nipples, and a flush crawls up her chest, pinkening her cheeks as she takes me in. She should be disgusted, but my girl’s captivated.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she takes in every stroke. My hips jerk forward, and a pained whimper escapes her throat, sending me over the edge.

My orgasm slams into me, shivers rippling down my spine as my cum coats my hand.

Her eyes track my movement as I grab a handkerchief from my pocket and wipe myself clean. She doesn’t look away when I tuck myself back in but leave the button undone.

I take a step forward, closing the distance between us with sure strides. Her eyes widen as I step into her space, but she doesn’t move. Caught like a rabbit, frozen in place while I stalk toward her until the toes of her shoes meet mine.

She has to tip her head all the way back to continue looking at me, and I bend toward her, close enough that our breaths mingle together.

I can’t stop myself from touching her, and I rub my thumb along her bottom lip, freeing it from her abuse, then dip the tip inside. Her soft tongue runs along the rough pad, sending a blistering heat rushing through me, the taste of my cum filling her mouth.

She startles back, eyes wide with shock, and she stumbles. I catch her arm, steadying her. “Welcome back.” I breathe the words in a whisper.

Shock turns to fear, turns to mortification, and she practically squeaks, “I’m sorry.”

Then turns and flees.

I tense against the need to chase her, to press her into the wall and slide my fingers into her pretty panties to see if she’s as wet for me as I think she is. I swallow hard, breathing through my nose. My little mouse isn’t ready for me yet, but it’s far too late for me to stop now.

A feminine cough comes from behind me.

“She’s the reason you called?” Selena inquires. She’s fully dressed, silk shirt tucked into a perfectly tailored pencil skirt. She looks like she belongs in board meetings; she’s everything that Misty isn’t.

Making her everything I don’t want.

“It won’t happen again.”

She nods, then looks at the ground where my cum is staining the carpet. “You go. I’ll clean up.”

I swipe my fob for the elevator. It’s coded to come directly to me, skipping all floors. If I’m lucky, it’ll bring her right back to me.

Frustration licks at my skin when the car’s empty, and I have to wait for it to reach the bottom floor. By the time I’m out the front doors, her bright hair is disappearing into an Uber. I run my tongue along my top teeth, pressing hard enough to feel the sharp edges, and roll my neck. I don’t like her getting into cars with strangers, and that will be the last time.

“Fernando,” I say to our security guard. He’s been here for the last ten years, and I know I can trust him. “There’s a Miss Selena on my floor. She won’t be a problem, but make sure she leaves.”

“Will do, boss.”

The valet pulls up my car without being requested. I weave in and out of traffic, following the faint silhouette of the navy blue car she’s in until I’m tailing a few lengths back.

I know better than to follow this closely. I’d been trained to stay invisible, but I can’t stand the idea of losing sight of her.

This way, if her driver veers off from the quickest path, I’ll know immediately. I know where she lives, and I know the best way to get there.

This woman’s been haunting my dreams, gasping my name, and has quickly become my obsession.

I pull up to her apartment moments after her and watch as she steps out of the car and makes her way to the door. It takes several precious seconds for her to unlock it, more than enough time for someone to come up, and a muscle ticks in my jaw.

I pull up my brother Matthias on the dash and hit Call.

“What’s up?” He sounds tired, and I realize it’s almost 1:00 a.m. What was my girl doing at the office so late?

“I’ve got a job,” I reply, eyes still glued on the door. He doesn’t question it. “Personal or business?”

“Personal.”

“Oh, who is he?” He sounds interested.

“She.”I huff, already knowing I’m going to get shit for this.

He hums, and I can hear his sigh. “You know we used to use our skills to control the Society. Now you’re stalking a girl? Talk about using your power for evil.”

“It was always evil,” I say, voice low. Dangerous. There’s a stillness in the car that transcends down the line to my brother. We’d both learned young the cruelty of being the Lords of the Order of Saints. I’d nearly lost him, and I turned into Satan himself, giving up a piece of my soul to get him back.

My brother clears his throat. “So who are we stalking?”

“My future wife.”