A Tempting Arrangement (Twisted Vows Book 1)

21. Damon

“Fuck.”I dig my fingers in my hair, tightening them until my scalp hurts. Anything to cut through the consuming need to go back into her apartment, flip her over, and sink my cock into her pretty pussy. Even without removing her panties, my fingers are wet from where I touched her. I groan as I suck each one, licking off her taste.

She’s temptation incarnate. I smile, satisfaction burning in my chest at knowing she’s mine. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s locked to me forever, right where she belongs. My Little Nymph is the only thing keeping me from sinking into the darkness, and I will not let her go.

I adjust my pants, which I grabbed off the floor on my way out, and tuck the head of my cock beneath the waistband, pinning it in place. There’s no chance it’s going down anytime soon, especially now that her taste is in my mouth.

Thankfully, I have other things to do to take my mind off it. I grab a spare shirt from my bag, a cigar, and my favorite pen before heading to the building’s front door.

As expected, there’s a man guarding the door, holding a folder in his hand.

“That for me?” I ask, the air heavy and humid when I open the door.

“Yes, sir.” He startles momentarily before handing it over. “Lawyer dropped it off a few minutes ago.”

I head down the hall to where the owner lives. Part of Matthias’s research of the building was to provide me with all the information on the owner. The man lived here his entire life, the building passed down by his father. Even in its crumbling state, it’s turned a profit year after year, only increasing in value with the higher property cost. Which complicates things, but I do love a challenge.

The door rattles on its hinges as I pound the side of my fist into it, not giving a shit that it’s past eleven.

“Who the fuck is it.” The owner’s voice is muffled through the door.

“You can open it, or I can break it. Your choice.” I keep my voice emotionless, letting him know I don’t care what he chooses. I’m getting to him no matter what.

It takes several moments before the door cracks open, a thin chain link holding it closed. I hit my palm next to its connection point and meet his gaze when it snaps. “Are you done fucking around?”

The door swings open, and the middle-aged man stands in front of me with a gun pointed directly at my chest. His hands shake as he cocks it. “Don’t move. I don’t have any money. There’s nothing for you in here.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” His eyes widen as I step into the gun, letting the muzzle touch my sternum, calling his bluff. In one swift move, I grasp the barrel while simultaneously connecting with his palm, taking control of the gun.

“Oh fuck. Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want. There’s money in the safe,” he pleads, his voice cracking.

“No need for that.” I engage the safety and place the gun on a small entry table. “I’m here to make you an offer.”

His brows pull together. “Listen, whatever you’re selling, I’m not buying.”

“You’re mistaken. I’m the one who’s buying. Your building.”

“What? It’s not for sale,” he scoffs.

“You turn a profit of three hundred thousand a year, correct?” I ask, but I already know the answer.

He shifts his jaw from side to side, trying to figure me out. “Around that.”

“You expect to continue making that or more over the next ten years,” I state, then pull out the paperwork I brought with me. “I’ll pay you ten million dollars if you sell it to me now. I already have the documentation ready. All you have to do is sign, and the money will transfer directly into your account.”

His mouth falls open, closes, then opens again. “I don’t understand? That’s way above market value.”

“Do you accept the deal or not?” I’m prepared to offer him double, but I don’t tell him that. Instead, I wait, keeping my face impassive.

“Don’t I know you? You’re that Everette heir, aren’t you?” A spark grows, dissolving his apprehension.

“Good, you’ve heard of me.” I pass the papers over. “Do we have a deal?”

“I have to have my lawyers look over it.” He grasps them in his hand, unable to hide his excitement.

“No.” I shake my head. “It’s now or never.”

“Fuck, man.”

“Take it or leave it, but I’m growing tired.” I take a step back, and panic takes over his features.

“Wait! Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Good. My lawyers tabbed everywhere you need to sign it.” I hand him a pen, and he flips through the pages, putting his name down in rapid succession. He thrusts them all at me, and I sort through the top few and hand them back to him.

“These are your copies. You’ll see I’ve already signed them.”

“You were that sure of yourself?”

“I’m always sure before I head into a deal.” I hit dial on my phone, connecting with my accountant. “He accepted my first offer. Send the money.”

“First offer? What do you mean? Would you have given more?” he says incredulously.

“Life lesson. Always negotiate.”

“Don’t you need my bank information?”

“I already have it. I suggest you change your passwords to something other than your mother’s name and birthday.”

He goes ghostly white.

“Relax. You’re a millionaire.” I cut him a sharp smile. “I expect you out by morning.”

“Morning! I can’t do that.”

“I’m afraid it’s in the contract, or you will owe me one hundred thousand for every day you’re late. I’ve arranged a moving company to pick up your things and put them into storage until you find a new place.” I check my watch. “In exactly eight hours. I suggest you start packing. Goodbye, Mr. Williams.” I shut the door behind me and head outside.

It’s cool, the clawing humidity of the day finally releasing its hold. I pull out a cigar and pass it between my teeth before lighting it and taking a long drag in. Even the gun to my chest did nothing for my aching erection. The only thing that’s going to work is her.

Me: Do a background check on all residents. Evict anyone that seems suspicious.

She’ll be pissed if her friends are thrown out, so I make sure my brother knows who they are.

Matthias: I can’t believe you bought the building.

Matthias: Scratch that. When it comes to this girl, I totally believe it.

Me: You’ve always been smart.

Matthias: Don’t flatter me or it’ll go to my head.

Matthias: I’ll have the eviction notices out by tomorrow. Some of them might create trouble.

Me: Nothing a bribe won’t fix.

Matthias: You’re so fucked up about her.

Me: One day you’ll understand.

Matthias: Never going to happen.

Me: We’ll see.

When he doesn’t respond, I pocket my phone, finish my cigar, and head back up to our place. I’m quiet as I make my way toward her room, and just as I expected, she’s passed out on her bed just where I left her. Pink panties on the floor catch my eye.

I close the distance so I’m looming over her mattress and bend down to pick the scrap of lace up, bringing it to my nose and inhaling deeply. My lungs fill with the sweet scent of her, and the limited amount of control I had remaining snaps.

I snap the button on my pants and pull out my throbbing cock, wrapping the delicate fabric around it. With each stroke, the lace scrapes against my skin, making my dick twitch. I watch her sleep as I fuck my hand roughly. Her lips are parted, and I picture painting them, then thrusting deep into her throat. I picture her with tears in her eyes as I thrust in the back of her throat, and she takes every inch I give her.

My orgasm starts in my balls, tightening, sending a nearly painful pressure until my cum explodes from my tip. I wipe it with her panties, internally smirking at the mess I’ve made of them. I strip out of my clothes and climb in beside her, hating the distance between us, no matter how small. I pull her small frame over my chest until her leg drapes around me and her breasts press into my chest. She lets out a soft moan and cuddles further into me, her mouth brushing my skin as she sighs out my name.

She might be fighting it, but her body and subconscious have already accepted their fate.