Page 46 of The Arrangement

“For explaining yourself without making excuses. For telling me the truth about the rest. We could have just ignored what happened and went about it differently.” Without warning, Viviana found her body rolled over. Anton was behind her then, his steel hard cock sliding deliciously along the crack of her ass. “What—oh.”

Tender kisses started at the base of her spine while his hands rounded the globes of her backside. Eventually, his mouth moved upwards, hot breath touching down to her flesh as his tongue peeked out to lick and taste. Already, she wanted to beg; was so ready to plead for his cock and love; needed him to take her like only he could, despite the things hanging in the air like an anvil ready to fall.

“Yes, I remember exactly what I said to you last night, and I meant every word. I said I was sorry, and I am,” he murmured darkly against the blade of her shoulder. “I said I love you, and I do.” A broken sound tumbled from her parted lips as he brushed hair over her shoulder. “I was being a coward and did you wrong. Acted like a jerk when you couldn’t possibly understand because I wasn’t giving you a thing to go on. I’m not so much of an asshole that I can’t admit I have faults, Viviana. Some of them are sure to bleed onto you, whether I mean for them to or not.”

“Won’t you explain what brought it on?”

A kiss touched down to her cheek. “Eventually.”

That was enough for Viviana. It was more than enough. If Anton was anything, it was a man of his word.

With one hand gripping along the curved arm of the couch, her free hand found purchase on his bare thigh. Airless and wanting, she pleaded for his touch as his strong hand rolled over her back and shoulders. The most tender and fond words whispered in her ear. The tip of his cock rubbed along her slit, only entering her pulsing sex just enough to tease and stretch the sensitive tissues of the entrance.

When Anton’s hand hooked around her throat with the gentlest of grip, she felt his cock finally slip through the wet, swollen lips of her pussy and begin taking her like she so wanted him to. He took his time working her clamping muscles, thrusting in halfway before slowly withdrawing and plunging right back in to reach a bit deeper. Three sweet strokes and he fitted her to the hilt, the head of his dick hit her cervix in the best way—he had her filled so wholly, stretched her like no other.

Only him. It was only ever him that did that for her.

Viviana burned with pleasure, blood singing and nerves humming. Leaning over her back with an arm wrapped around her middle, he was close and covering, protecting and loving, but still not nearly close enough. Her arms trembled as she buried her face into the soft leather of the couch and cried his name when the slow moving rhythm of their hips began.

The sounds of his cock fucking her pussy filled the room, skin slapping, heavy pants turning fast and ragged. Anton pulled their bodies up, propped on their knees with her back tight to his chest. His hand still held tight to the base of her throat and sweat started to bead along her pebbled flesh. His hand around her middle moved up over her breasts, his calloused thumb rolling over her peaked nipples.

“Touch, Vine … My God, baby, touch and feel us.”

When she didn’t—because she couldn’t think to move—he was fast to force her hand downwards with his. Between her thighs spread so wide, their joined hands found her sensitive folds and his cock soaked with her arousal. The vein in his shaft pulsed at her touch, hips slammed a little harder, cock reaching her a little deeper.

There was unrestricted power in every thrust of his body. Viviana let her head fall to his broad shoulder, feeling his lips open and press to the side of her face with a shuddering exhale. It was too much and not nearly enough; her nerves turned into live wires that snapped with electricity ready to bite and sting and burn. Viviana was sure she was dying in the best way. His name in her mouth was a broken record on repeat. Every slow, measured stroke of his cock stretching and filling her pushed wanton, rolling cries from her lungs faster and higher.

“Goddamn,” he ground out as she felt her inner walls begin to clamp down. “Come on, give me all you got. Don’t hold that back from me.”

The orgasm had already sent her flying. A cattish cry ripped from her throat, leaving her feeling raw. Twisting against his hold, her body jerking from the force of pleasure and lust raging through her system, but Anton kept his hold on her throat tight. When his movements turned harder, more frantic and desperate, Viviana knew he was right there, too. The strangled groan he buried into the back of her neck was punctuated by his hips meeting her backside one hard, last time.

Tremors rocked, the ecstasy of bliss slowly washing away. Seconds ticked by, the cool air washing over her skin and making her shiver. Viviana needed a moment to breathe, and by the quick rise and fall of Anton’s chest, he clearly needed one, too. She could feel their mingling fluids dampening their fingers, but he didn’t make a move to release his hold or remove his softening cock from her body.

“Happy fucking birthday to me.”

• • •

Viviana rubbed Rocco’s belly, giggling a happy sound when his tail thumped a fast beat on the floor. Anton had been so preoccupied in his office that she had been left to her own devices for much of the morning and well into the afternoon. After a long, hot bath, warm breakfast, and a short walk to the park with her pup, she was finally becoming bored.

Some of her morning had been spent preparing part of her gift for Anton’s birthday. A gift that left her backside a little tender, but her body raging with anticipation. Given his distractions upstairs, she was grateful he had yet to notice her sudden aversion to sitting down. It was just one more first she wanted to give him, in her own way, and she was so damned thankful some of those things she ordered online came in packages that were purposely marked to hide the items within.

“You’re spoiling my dog.”

The deep voice came from the kitchen’s entrance. Viviana looked up at the sound, surprised to see Anton dressed in a sharp black suit that hugged his body handsomely. The top two buttons on the silk shirt had been left undone, exposing his throat and part of his chest. As he attempted to button the cuff of his jacket, Viviana laughed before deciding to help him with his plight. With the cuff done up properly, she patted his middle teasingly.

“I thought you said he was my dog so he could be whatever I wanted,” she mocked.

Anton raised a single brow. “You’re turning him into a puppy again. I already paid for his training once. He’s supposed to be an attack dog and now you’ve got him practically begging for snacks and tummy rubs,” he grumbled.

The dog in question was already on high alert as Viviana glanced back at him. With eyes sharp, ears pointed, and his tail straight, Rocco was in no way distracted. Anton was making a bigger deal out of it than it really was. The dog still took the lead when she walked into a room, accompanied her on all her trips away from the house, and she’d even taken to cooking his food the way his special diet required instead of having Clarissa do it.

“You’re just jealous that I get to spend all day with him when it used to be you he followed after.”

“Viviana, he whines to get upstairs with us at night.”

“He does not.”

Anton huffed a breath, making her look away guiltily. “More than once his chirping woke me up. I can’t help it that you sleep like the dead and I don’t.”