Page 9 of Dirty Arrangement


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Her eyes snap up at me.

“You were at The Rite?”

“Why does that surprise you? The most powerful men in the world were there, and I’m one of them.”

“Yes, but–”

“How come I watched you of all people? You offered the best show around. I was quite disappointed when the host and the woman he worships interrupted.”

Her jugular pulses hard, her cheeks overheating. She breathes so fast that her tits are about to pop out of her dress, and I can’t help but reach down, slipping my fingers between the lace of her bra and her flesh, finding her hot and sweaty. She doesn’t protest. Whether this is her being stunned out of her mind or her agreeing to my offer, I’m not sure yet. All I know is that cupping her breasts turns me on so hard, I’m morphing into a fucking animal.

“So here’s the deal, wild flame,” I say, my tone impossibly controlled. “You let me fuck your smart mouth good and hard. And not just this once, but every time I demand it until I feel I’ve had enough of you.”

“So you want me to become your cock-sucking whore, is that it?” Despite the accusation in her voice, she arches her chest just slightly, almost imperceptibly, into my kneading hands.

“You’ll find that my sexuality is, how do I put it? Rather decadent. My perversities go beyond mouth-fucking. But, as you’ll surely understand, starlets without substance and gold diggers are like bland food to me.”

“I see. You want to make women of substance as degenerate as you.”

I smile deviously. “Oh, wild flame, judging by what I’ve seen at The Rite, you’re already quite degenerate. I think we’re a great match, you and I.”

I go from softly kneading her breasts to grabbing them harshly, causing her to flinch. I release one and grip her chin just as brutally. There’s nowhere for her to go beyond the back of the sofa. I’ve got her trapped, a fact that sends adrenaline pulsing through my system.

“Besides, a rich man who likes fucking nasty is never sure who to trust. With your needs tethering you to me the way they do, I’d be sure about you. So it’s win-win for both of us.”

“What if I say no?” she counters, her eyes flaming into mine. The shock of my brutal advances must have wiped out any effects of the liquor from her bloodstream.

“That wouldn’t be very smart of you, considering that I’m not only offering to protect you from all your enemies but also to win the war on drugs for you.” I know it’s that last sentence that has her even considering my offer, even if it was my looks that took her breath away the moment she saw me. My appearance has attracted many a predator ever since I hit puberty, and it became handy when I finally turned that disadvantage into a weapon, but the effect didn’t last with her. She wouldn’t suck my dick just because I drip with sin. But I’ll have her on her knees for me if it’s the last thing I do.

“So, what will it be, wild flame?” My eyes fall to her mouth as my thumb pushes onto her lower lip. “Will you whore yourself out to a man you despise for the greater good?”

She doesn’t answer, holding my stare like a champion, struggling to hide the turmoil of her feelings behind a mask. She lets me have my way with her breasts, her mouth opening easily when I push my thumb inside it. She plasters her back against the sofa, not offering any resistance.

“If you think that acting limp is going to stop me from shoving my dick down your throat, you’re dead wrong.” I remove my thumb only to give the glass of scotch a push closer up to her lips.

“Have some. For a bit of courage.”

I hold her chin up as I make her drink it.

“You have an alcohol problem, you know that,” I say as rivulets of the amber liquid spill from the corners of her mouth because I made her take it in too fast. I intend to do precisely the same with my cum. “But I’ll tolerate it for now. I want you completely unhinged. Unbridled.” Just like she was that night.

Her eyes narrow, but if she has something to say, she doesn’t.

“Undo my pants,” I command.

She hesitates for only a second, crimson flashing in her cheeks. Then she goes to work on my buttons, her eyes dropping to the way my thighs flex through the fabric. I’m not wearing a belt, so she can make quick work of pulling my pants and then my briefs off my hips.

My cock springs free, and she freezes.

I chuckle maliciously.

She’s not the first woman to be scared of the sheer size of my cock. The bastard is thick and corded with veins, and I use it to cause pain more often than I do to offer pleasure. I give it especially hard to gold diggers and Only Fans models who bat their lashes, trying to seduce me. Making sure they never try to deceive me again. So, if my Prince Charming didn’t impress Sirenna Carter, then I’m sure my Beast does.

I grab the bastard at the root and slap her mouth so hard with it that she yelps and flinches. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I force her face close to my cock.

“Take a good look at it, wild flame. I have a feeling the two of you will become good friends. Now open.”

I slap it over the hand she’s taken to her mouth to press away the pain from my first slap. By the time I’m through with her, those lips are going to be thoroughly abused.

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