Page 28 of The Arrangement

“I promise it was nothing.”

Really, it was starting to feel like that, what with the circumcised tip of his cock teasing the hood of her clit the way it was. Every strong stroke as he slid her along his length again and again was making her wetter and hotter.

Bare he felt so much better. Without latex sheathing him, she could feel every glorious inch of him when he was inside. Every vein and ridge was exposed for her to explore. The way she took him in and surrounded his cock like a perfect fitting glove was delirious. Her body was made for his. Given his very clear demand that she keep up whatever appointments needed for her birth control shot, Anton obviously didn’t have a desire to use condoms with her.

The heady smell of her arousal hung heavy in the air. The juices spread along the length of his cock and between her thighs, smearing more as he came a little closer to her waiting sex.

“Were you thinking about school?”

“No.”

“Your walk with Ivan, then?”

Another stroke and his hand was moving, guiding his cock into her entrance and stretching her full with a single movement. Her fleshy folds parted so easily, taking him all the way in as she sighed, relieved. Goddamn, he felt so good hitting that hyperaware spot inside that made her tremble and had her fists clenching against his muscled abdomen.

“Viviana …”

The tone of his voice was almost a singsong, if the warning hidden behind it wasn’t so clear.

“No, not that.”

“Are you worried?”

She spread her knees wider under his urging hands, lifting along his length before slowly dropping down again. How could she be worried being with him like this? There wasn’t a single thing that could even possibly bother her when she got to have him like this.

“Of course not.” The reply from her lips fell like a breathy gasp. “Not worried.”

Suddenly, Anton’s teasing rhythm stopped. “Me, then?”

Viviana choked on the emotions that built up so quickly inside her chest. “Please, Anton. I said it was nothing.”

Again, she found herself turning in a flurry of movement. On her back, he was still buried deep, leaning high above her to hit a switch over the headboard. Light illuminated his beautiful, striking form better for her to see. The heavy, dark curtains had been pulled closed in the room.

“I don’t want you lying to me.”

“It wasn’t anything I needed to bother you with,” she argued, avoiding his gaze.

“Anything that concerns you is my top priority,” Anton replied. “I’m not sure if you think it would be nothing more than an annoyance to me, but it wouldn’t.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I think it’d be. It’s not my place—”

“Whoa, stop that bullshit right there.” Viviana’s head snapped up at his angry tone. Disbelief flitted over the handsome features that she’d missed for so long. “Not your place? Viviana, your place is with me, baby. Yeah, I can’t have you throwing a tantrum in public or walking in on me or my associates, but that has nothing to do with this right here.”

Didn’t it, she thought. Their whole arrangement had come together because of business and family. She was, after all, meant to be the quintessential mob wife. Perfect in every sense of the word. Polite and pretty on the arm of her husband. Appropriate and quiet about what went on behind closed doors. Sadness or discomfort was to be hidden behind with designer sunglasses and lipsticked smiles.

“I don’t know what you expected of me, but that isn’t it,” Anton murmured softly.

“Isn’t it?”

For a moment, he looked torn above her. The clenching of his fists along her sides moved fast, dragging down the sheets to rest at her spread legs. Tension was written so painfully clear along the tight line his lips had drawn.

“No.”

Viviana didn’t want to anger him, but she wanted to make her point, too. “How many homes do you have, Anton?”

“Six. One in Moscow, a small vacation home in Hawaii, two in New York besides this one, and large acreage out of state.”

“And how many do you use?”