The Arrangement by Bethany-Kris Page B

chance to kiss you, either. The first thing I should have done when you agreed to marry me last week was lay you across that bed and show you how happy that made me. Or just kissed you; that would have worked, too, hmm?”
    “I was starting to think you didn’t want to kiss me,” she teased.
    Anton’s eyebrow cocked at the statement. “I want to do a lot more than just kiss you, Viviana.”
    His hand ran down her coat to push against the small of her back. Pressing lightly, he drove Viviana’s body into his. Underneath his dress pants, the length of his thick erection pressed to her side, making his point clear. Her throbbing sex clenched at the thought of his suggestion, desire raging a war within her body while she breathed in the smell of him all hot and heavy.
    “All week you haven’t once—”
    “I know,” he interjected softly, smiling just a little. “I was battling something, I suppose. Trying to make sure you were doing this because you wanted to …”
    “Because I wanted you,” she assumed when he wouldn’t finish.
    Anton sighed. “That, too.”
    “What is it
you
want, Anton?”
    “I want to go home; I think Rocco has played enough, no?”
    “Okay.” Actually, that was more than okay. “But—”
    “No buts, things can wait, others can answer, and doors will be locked.”
    Driving her frame closer again, his fingers danced along the front of her shirt and down to the waistline of jeans only to slip under the fabric skillfully. Anton hummed low and deep from the back of his throat at the sound of her harsh intake of air. She felt his digits skim the sides of dampened panties.
    “Let me touch you. I’ve waited so long … I
need
to.”
    Viviana gave her approval with a nod. The opened jacket he wore hid her trembling frame when two fingers swept underneath the fabric and between her fleshy folds and tapping hard to her swollen, heated clit. The whimper that fell from her parted lips tumbled out loudly, his responding chuckles reverberating down to the pulsing at the apex of her thighs even more.
    “Nine years is too long to wait for us. Feel this, you’re already soaking my fingers at the thought. I have time to make up for. Home …” he demanded again, leaning down to nip his teeth on her jaw and removing his hand. “Let’s go.”
    Was she supposed to say no?

Chapter Seven
    The lightest sensation of something feathering over her closed eyes woke Viviana. Instead of giving away her awakened state, she relaxed into the pads of Anton’s thumbs tracing down over the apples of her cheeks before sweeping over her parted lips. She could still taste the faintest trace of her sex on his skin.
    It brought with it a hot, heady memory of his hand grabbing the inside of her leg as he spread her legs father apart. By then, juices had smeared down her thighs; she had been so ready and wanting of Anton before they’d even gotten started.
    She could remember his teeth possessively biting into where her hickey had finally faded, his cock buried balls deep into her from behind. A strong arm wrapped her middle, lifting her onto the bed higher, giving him better access to hit all those spots she needed him to with the hardest, deepest thrusts she’d ever felt in her life.
    When she’d looked back over her shoulder with teeth biting into her bottom lip, his face had been right there, meeting hers, staring so honestly. With a single fleeting glance, Viviana swore she saw the insides of his soul and back again. Everything and anything he was ever going to want was laid bare in his bright blue cerulean eyes.
    “No more marks,” he had said, his voice throaty and severe. The words had been punctuated by his hips meeting her ass, the force of the thrust sending her sprawling forward to catch herself. “None on your skin unless I put them there. No man touches you again, Viviana.”
    The promise from her was a broken sound as his demanding, rough rhythm started. “No … none.”
    “I’ll fucking kill