Page 87 of The Arrangement

Her nails bit into his thigh a little rougher. “Don’t, Anton, I swear to God.”

“That feels quite good, so if you’re worried it’s hurting me … it’s not. You know how much I love getting your marks all up and down my back. Left a bite on my shoulder that stayed for days, girl.”

She whimpered a lovely sound as his palm came to lie above the line of her panties, rubbing under the fabric with a slow speed that was sure to make her nervous. Anton laughed lowly when she hid her face from his view.

“You want me to, don’t you?”

“No …”

“Viviana.”

When she refused to respond again, Anton dragged her panties down low enough until they rested on the backs of her thighs. Viviana shifted and tried to pull away again, but the attempt was a half-hearted effort. If she really wanted him to let her go, she’d say so, and he would have instantly. It was just another one of those moments where she was embarrassed by her enjoyment, and he refused to let her shy away.

An opened palm snapped down and cracked her olive-toned flesh just above where he’d bunched the fabric up. Viviana gasped. Her muscles tightened and back straightened, her fingernails cutting into his thigh as the locks of her hair tumbled down to hide her tilting face from his view. His hand slapped down with another marginally harder tap above where he’d previously hit, and her back just barely curved off his legs.

With his fingers traveling down between her thighs and slipping in between her folds, Anton found her wetter than ever. Another one of his quiet hums released as he leaned forward and let her go just long enough to crawl up behind her. Pressing his lips down to the base of her spine, Viviana wasn’t making a move to get away.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. Ask me to do it again.” The faintest shake of her head was all that answered him back. “That’s how you want to play this? You don’t even want to get away now.”

“You’re such an asshole. A bossy one.”

“Deny it turns you on. Beg for it.”

“Fuck you,” Viviana uttered, turning her face just enough for him to get the sight of her smirk. “Make me, Boss.”

Jesus, he all but growled as his teeth bit into the blade of her shoulder. Instead of jerking away like he thought she would, her body pressed back into his mouth. Blood rushed to the spots where his hands had previously spanked, turning her skin a pretty pale red. He rolled his thumbs over the handprints. She all but vibrated under his motions, backing into his palm every time it swept over the rounded cheeks of her ass.

“I’m warning you, Viviana. You keep that up and watch what will happen.”

“You don’t have the ba—”

Anton didn’t even let her finish that statement before a fistful of her hair was entangled in his hand, pulling her up with his frame so her back was flush to his chest. Reaching around, he let his fingers dance along the curve of her throat before they gripped tightly there as well. When her air caught, he sighed and kissed the spot behind her ear.

“You want to finish that sentence, katyonak?”

Without a doubt, Viviana didn’t like to be called kitten, no matter what language it was in. Claws came out every time he let that pet name cross his lips. Sure enough, her fingers dug into his side with damning force.

“Why, is the boss gonna come out to play with me?”

Anton wasn’t going to give her that one, because that was exactly what she wanted.

“You know what I want to see?” he asked darkly.

“What’s that?”

Anton swallowed the thickness that had suddenly built up in his throat, letting his teeth graze against her. “You bent over, fingers fucking that pretty pussy of yours while I spank you. I think you’d come so hard like that, Vine.”

“My fingers?”

“Mmhmm,” he purred. “Don’t even try to say you’ve never touched yourself. After that show with the plug, we both know better. I’ve been dying to see you get off on your own.”

Viviana shuddered with another roll that seemed to start from her delicate shoulders and go all the way down to that ass fitted so nicely against his groin.

“That’s not fair, Anton.”

“Bad men don’t play fair games. You picked me and I always win, but I bet it’ll feel so fucking nice for you, too.” With another nip on her neck, Anton released his grip on her throat and hair before she caught herself with her palms opened up to the bed as she dropped back down to her hands and knees. The lightest snap of his hand cracked across the back of her thigh with a force he knew would only hum with a sting. “Now, beg me.”

Anton leaned back against the headboard, cocking a brow and waiting for her to make a move. He crossed his arms behind his head. Again, he was graced with the best sight of her ass lifting a little higher, showcasing her sex off in the sweetest way as her thighs widened and her knees pressed into the sheets.