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Holy fucking shit... I’m getting married.
I could barely think about anything else all week. Lya did that fancy thing she does on the computer with her hacking skills, but didn’t find anything strange about Marnix. He might have an attitude that rivals mine, but there’s apparently nothing shady about him. The shadiest part is that he represents the Snakes, but that’s no secret.
Lya’s attorney read through the prenuptial contract that Marnix had drafted. She said there’s nothing suspicious about the terms; they’re very upfront with no hidden clauses that she could see. There are a few provisions that are slightly questionable, but nothing a little negotiating can’t fix.
Trust me, I will be changing some of those terms he wants me to agree to.
Other than that, everything seems to check out. Lya’s still trying to convince me to forget this deal and take her money, but my mind’s already made up. I can survive a year with Marnix Taylor. One year, and he fixes both of my problems in one shot.
A few years ago, my parents took out a second mortgage on the restaurant to pay for some hefty medical bills after my father got sick. So these days, we’re swimming in debt. According to the terms of the contract, Marnix will pay what we are currently behind on to get us caught up. Then each month, he’ll pay the mortgage, electric, water, trash and payroll to keep us afloat. Then after our year is complete he will pay off the remaining balance of the mortgage.
All I have to do is stay married to the man for a year, and all of my family’s financial worries will be taken care of. We’ll be able to breathe easier, and I won’t have to be forced into the arms of Zayan to do it.
There are other provisions though, regarding upholding my image as Marnix Taylor’s wife. Making sure I don’t create any scandals. Making sure I’m tightlipped about the agreement. Making sure I’m the perfect portrayal of a loving, doting wife. In my opinion, each of those provisions have wiggle room—or at least I’m going to push them to the limits, seeing what I can get away with.
My stomach’s been queasy all day, thinking about this dumb shit I’m getting myself into. Needing something to take my mind off the doom that awaits me tomorrow, I called up a hot booty call from three months ago. Thank god I didn’t throw away the number he left.
Calling him might’ve been a bad idea though. He seemed overly eager to stay last time, and I don’t want to give him the wrong idea inviting him back. This is nothing more than a quick fuck to get rid of the nerves over my impending marriage.
Yeah, that sounds really great. Let me start my engagement by screwing another man.But now that he’s here, I’m sure as hell not going to turn him away.
“I’m surprised you called,” he says, grinning. His muscular frame towers over me. Every time he takes a step toward me, I take one backward until the backs of my thighs are against the bed.
“Honestly, me too.” I shrug, with a playful smile. He was definitely supposed to be a one-time thing, but I’m in a bind. I needed someone, and he was fun last time, so why the hell not?
“Hmmm, I’ll give you a reason to call me back again.” His large palms grab my hips, squeezing with a force that sends heat straight to my core.
“Doubtful.” Not because my husband would care—judging by the terms of the contract—but because I don’t do repeats. This is a one-time repeat, and probably a mistake.
I need someone to make me feel good so I can forget for a while, and I know he won’t disappoint. That’s why I chose him. Once I’m done using him, he’ll be gone for good.
Wrapping my long hair around his fist, he tugs my head back so I’m looking up into his stormy eyes. “Just you wait and see.” He slams his mouth on mine with bruising force, tugging up a moan from deep inside me. He plants harsh kisses along my jaw, moving down my throat and biting onto the sensitive flesh between my neck and shoulder. “Your skin is so fucking soft,” he whispers into my neck.
I reach for his belt to unbuckle it, but he steps away, stopping me from going any further. His eyes rake seductively down my clothed body, drinking in every inch of me. I’m wearing a deep green tank top and jean shorts, but the way he’s looking at me just might burn the clothes right off my body.
“Strip,” he commands in a deep, tantalizing voice.
Fuck me, his voice sends a pulse straight to my pussy. I grab the hem of my tank top, slowly sliding it up my ribs and over my head, dropping it to the floor. Shimmying my shorts off, leaving them next to the tank top, I’m left standing in my black satin bra and panties.
“Fuck. You’re a work of goddamn art.” The bulge in his pants threatens to shred right through his jeans, but he doesn’t make a move to undress. He quirks an eyebrow at me with a small grin, silently urging me to continue. I unclasp my bra and drop it to the floor, then remove my panties. I’m now standing before him naked. His breath hitches in appreciation, and damn does it feel good knowing I have that effect on him.
“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees, ass in the air.” Something about the way he’s controlling the bedroom like it’s his fucking kingdom has me dripping down my thighs already. It’s addictive, and fucking sexy.
I do as he says, wiggling my ass in the air, hoping he drives into me soon before I have to take matters into my own hands. Falling in behind me, he smacks my ass with stinging force, before gripping my cheeks hard.
“Your ass is so fucking perfect.” He bends forward, biting my left cheek hard, a yelp escaping me at the unexpected pain.
“Please…” I’m begging like a little bitch, but I need him inside me. Now. I’m usually the one in charge, making them beg. But something feels different today. I need someone to control me for once.
“Begging for my cock already?” He slaps me one more time before he cups my ass again, rubbing over where he just hit to soothe the sting.
“Yes. Fuck me.”
“Not just yet. If this is the last time I get to see this pretty pussy, I’m going to savor it.” I can hear him unbuckling his belt and pulling it through his waistband, before he cracks it hard against my sensitive flesh.
“Jesus,” I screech at the impact. The stinging pain is quickly replaced with pleasure as his hot mouth finds my core, soaking up my juices with his tongue. I push my hips back toward his face, but he grips them hard, holding me in place.
“Patience,” he growls into my pussy, the vibrations sending me closer to the edge. He slowly makes his way further back to my tight hole and circles it with his tongue, gently pushing the tip inside.
