Arranged(43)

Finally I broke out with, “Why’d you let her treat you like that?”

She shrugged. It drew my eyes down to her barely covered, edible tits. “That’s just how she is. I was too tired to fight her today. Besides, I’m supposed to listen to her. It’s part of the arrangement.”

“Fuck the arrangement,” I said succinctly. “No one gets to tell you what to do. Certainly not her.”

She raised her perfect brows at that. Insolent, succulent little piece.

“I mean it,” I stressed. “You’re a Castelo. Don’t take any shit from her. Don’t take that kind of shit from anyone.”

“Except you.”

I glared. She may have had some sort of a point, but as far as I was concerned it was irrelevant to the conversation. “You don’t have to take orders from her. Consider whatever that was stricken from the arrangement, okay?”

She didn’t smile at me. God forbid. But her face did soften into something so warm I could barely stand to look at her. “We don’t have to be enemies, you know,” she said with quiet solemnity. “There’s no reason we can’t be civil to each other. Pleasant, even. I’m game if you are. Truce?”

A peace offering. It would have been sweet if I didn’t despise the very idea of her. And worse and even more despicable, the need I felt building in my blood for her.

No. No. No. No. I wasn’t parting ways with this grudge. I’d hold onto it for the rest of our lives if I couldn’t find a way to be rid of her sooner.

Instead of answering, I moved closer. I grabbed her chin and studied her face. “I’m not used to seeing you without makeup,” I told her. “I don’t like it.” (A lie.) How was she even more beautiful like this? She dazzled me. “You look too young,” I added. (The truth.)

She raised her face to me, tempting me to take her mouth in a kiss. I resisted. “I’ll take that as a no.” She sounded almost sad.

“No truce,” I agreed, taking off her towel. I lifted her onto the closest counter, parting her thighs.

I’d infuriated her and I liked it that way. I wanted her hot and furious.

I didn’t undress. I just took out my dick and started fucking her like my life depended on it. Because it did. If I couldn’t rut my need out inside of her Right—Oh. This. God. Second. Yes—I was convinced I’d die on the spot.

She raised her lips to mine for a kiss but I managed to resist, turning my face away.

Instead I bent down to suck on a pebbled, perky nipple.

“You’re so cold,” she told me in a ragged breath.

I ran my mouth up her collar, along her throat. “Are you kidding me?” I rasped into her ear. The words weren’t voluntary. They were torn from me. “I’m on fire.”

I pulled back to watch her face as she started to come, but I couldn’t take it. I didn’t want that between us, that unspoken intimacy. I rallied myself to pull out and turn her around, but I didn’t even manage that. The best I accomplished was to bury my face in her neck so I didn’t have to see her gorgeous eyes while I shot my load deep inside her fortune-hunting cunt.

I stayed there until I was sure she’d milked out every last drop. Betraying every stubborn principle I had never felt so good.

When I finally pulled out, I didn’t look at her face.

She didn’t join me in the shower, and I was relieved. She stepped in after I stepped out, and I was still maintaining my self-control well enough not to look at her.

“Do I have a change of clothes somewhere in this place?” I asked her blandly.

“There’s a rack of men’s clothes in the closet. I suppose we can assume they’re meant for you.” Her tone was even blander than mine, the brat. I almost joined her in the shower just to slap her lightly on the ass for that bit of sass, but resisted. If I so much as touched her again, we wouldn’t be leaving for some time.

I caught her just toweling off again when I exited the closet. I managed not to look again, point for me. “Who’s the teenager?” I asked her.

“Another model. She needed a room . . . temporarily. I have extra room, so I offered.”

I looked her way at that. She was still toweling off. Why was it taking her so long to get dry? Maybe she needed my help? I shook off the thought.

“This isn’t some child model halfway house,” I said sternly. I was determined to regain the control I lost every time I got my dick wet inside her.

“I’m aware of that,” she said with unfathomable calmness. It heated my blood. I had an almost uncontrollable urge to shake up that calm. I stared at her lips, remembering how they felt wrapped around my shaft.

“Send her back to her parents,” I ordered.

“Not everyone has parents, Calder.”

I blinked, trying to focus on the subject at hand. “She’s an orphan?”

“She’s emancipated. It’s complicated. I have an extra room. She doesn’t cause any problems. She’s a kid, she needs me, and I like having her around.”

I stared at her. “You’ve adopted a teenager?”

Did she just roll her eyes at me? And. How far would they roll back with my cock rammed down her throat?

“Please,” she uttered.

I liked that word on her lips. “Say that again,” I rasped.