A Tempting Arrangement (Twisted Vows Book 1)

49. Damon

My body aches with anticipation,every second feeling like an eternity as I wait for my chance to get my hands on Misty. I pace the hotel room, running my fingers through my hair, and let out a deep breath. The two-hour wait for her to fall asleep nearly kills me, but I know it will be worth it.

I sink onto the cheap fake-leather headboard, my heart racing with excitement. It had been a simple task to bribe the clerk downstairs to open up the room next to hers. A quick call to the previous tenant, offering them a larger room due to “electrical issues,” had them out of here in minutes.

But waiting has never been my strong suit, and these past few hours have been torture. The walls are paper-thin, amplifying every tiny movement she makes. It’s taken her hours to finally settle down enough to fall asleep. At one point, I could have sworn I heard her crying, and I nearly blew my cover just to go check on her.

But now, as I watch the numbers on my phone change from twenty-nine to thirty, a slow smile spreads across my lips. She’s almost mine again. The thought fills me with both excitement and guilt, but I push it aside as I focus on the thrill of getting what I want. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but it only makes the end result that much sweeter.

My girl wants to play a game of chase, and I am more than willing to oblige. But this time, she will learn what it truly means to be mine. No matter how far she runs or how hard she tries to escape, I will always find her and bring her back to me.

It won’t be long until she realizes that no matter how much she pushes me away, I will always come after her.

Unlike the front doors, the interconnecting doors between rooms have a standard dead bolt. It takes seconds to pick it and swing the door open quietly, careful not to wake her before I’m ready.

The light from the window casts a halo around her face, illuminating the soft angles. I stop at the head of her bed, fingers grazing over her cheeks, and frown at the residue from tears.

Soon, she’ll learn that no matter how far she pushes me, I’ll always come after her.

I graze my lips against hers, and warmth builds in my chest when she shifts toward me. Even in her sleep, this girl is mine.

With a deep breath, I slowly slide the covers off her body and reveal only bare skin beneath. Fuck. I pop my trouser button and slide them down my hips, fisting my hard cock.

I undress slowly, savoring the opportunity to admire every inch of her body. Her breasts are pressed together, and my fist tightens as I vividly picture my cock stroking between them. She’s on her side, one leg out straight and the other bent in front of her for balance. I walk around the foot of the bed to where her thighs split, and her pretty pink pussy is on display for me. Careful not to wake her, I climb up the bed and graze my nose up her slit, breathing in her scent.

My cock aches to drive into her, but I want her to be dripping for my cock.

Climbing the remainder of the way, I bury my chin into her neck and nestle my length between the seam of her ass. I exhale sharply as she pushes back into me, chasing my touch.

I take my time teasing her, tracing my fingers up and down her body before gently rolling her nipple between my thumb and index until she’s arching subconsciously into my touch. I check her again, her breathing still even, before continuing lower. Her legs shift open as I trail a path down her stomach and dip them between her thighs.

“Fuck, baby. You’re already ready for me.” Wetness coats my fingers, and I suck them into my mouth, groaning at the taste of her.

I shift so the head of my dick is nestled between her thighs before slowly pushing in. My muscles strain with restraint, but I don’t want her waking until I’m fully seated.

She stirs with every inch, slight moans coming from her lips, but she’s still out. I kiss just behind her ear as I move deeper. She’s taken me to the hilt. “Are you dreaming about me, Nymph?”

I rock my cock in again, feeling the way her greedy pussy tightens, begging for more. I grip her hip, holding her in place, and snap my hips forward.

“What?” She gasps, body stiffening before trying to pull away. “What are you doing?”

“Caught you.” I nip at the back of her neck, rocking my cock into her in languid motions, soothing her.

She moans as I stretch her wider, forgetting she’s supposed to be fighting it.

“I didn’t think you were coming.” Her voice sounds small, and I can’t fucking have that.

I twist her chin to face me, brushing my lips over hers, and promise, “I’ll always come.”

She gasps out with each snapping thrust as I fuck some sense into her. Without pulling out, I shift back so she can turn her shoulder toward me and grip her neck to hold her in place as I devour her mouth.

I break the kiss only to suck and bite her neck. “I’m going to mark every inch of you.”

“Do it,” she pleads, having no idea what she’s doing to me.

I grip her neck and devour her mouth, my tongue pushing deep, eating up every one of her moans. I spread her legs wider, hooking the top one over mine, and press in further. “That’s it. You’re taking me so well.”

“Too deep.” She rocks back, taking more. “Damon, you’re too deep.”

I tighten my grip around her neck and watch as her eyes lose focus. “You ran from me, and now you’re going to fucking take what I give you. I’m going to imprint this cock into your pussy so hard that it’ll ruin you for anyone but me.”

I loosen my grip, only tight enough to hold her lips to mine, and cant my hips, hitting even deeper.

She gasps, parts cry, moan, and plea.

I shift so that I’m hitting that sensitive spot inside her with each thrust, loving the way she turns wild in my arms.

“Too much,” she gasps.

“Just breathe. That’s it. Feel how good my cock feels inside you.” Her pussy squeezes around me, drawing a groan. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Her words lose meaning as I take her even harder until the only sounds escaping her mouth are incoherent pleas.

She starts to pulse around my cock, her first orgasm building within her. I shift my hand between her thighs and press down on her clit. She explodes around me, her head slamming into my collarbone with the force of her orgasm.

I stroke my fingers over her breasts, marveling at the goose bumps that follow their wake. “Who owns you, Misty?”

She’s trembling in my arms when she twists to brush her mouth against mine. “You do.”

Her eyes widen as I drive back into her at a brutal pace. She grips my hair, holding on to me as I fuck myself into her.

I groan into her neck with each thrust as her pussy imprints around me. Wanting to go further, I flip our position so I’m on my back and she’s riding me, facing away. I let her set the pace while she adjusts and watch the delicious sight of my cock disappearing with each of her downward motions.

Once she’s rocking smoothly, I curl up, grabbing her wrists and tugging them behind her. Misty gasps when I push her forward so she’s unbalanced and the only thing holding her up is my grip.

I show no mercy as I pound into her from below, forcing her to take every inch of me. By the time the night’s over, I’m going to own every part of her, every sound, every fucking gasp.

She tightens down hard on my cock, and my eyes roll back in my head. Her pussy’s perfectly made for me, wrapped tight around my length.

My balls tighten as my orgasm grows closer, but I need her to come again first. I lift so I’m on my knees and she’s upright, back against my chest, as I continue to grind into her. Her hands go immediately around my neck, holding herself up as I pinch her nipples between my fingers. She flinches from the pain but moans as the pleasure takes over. I pinch her again, and this time, she bucks against me in response.

My lips graze her ear. “That’s my girl.”

She presses back, desperate to take more of me as she chases her orgasm. Her breathing grows ragged, her body tight as I push her over the cliff, my cum filling her with my own release.

She’s gasping for breath when I pull her down beside me, my chest to her back and my leg thrown over hers.

She squirms when I don’t pull out, instead pushing my rapidly softening cock deeper. I run my teeth along the shell of her ear. “I can’t stand the idea of your pussy being empty without me.”

Misty’s breath catches, and a shiver rolls through her, but she no longer tries to push away.

I lean back, looking between us, then kiss the nape of her neck. “You look so pretty warming my cock.”

She squeezes around me, and I groan low in my throat. If she keeps this up, I’ll be fucking her again sooner than planned.

I stroke her hair off her face and kiss her temple. “Get some rest. I’ll wake you up when it’s time to go again.”

“Again?”

“You didn’t think you’d get away without a punishment, did you? I’m going to keep making you come until you beg me to stop. Until I’ve wrung every last ounce of pleasure out of you. Then I’m going to make you come again.”