Monster A Dark Arranged Marriage Romance - Vanessa Waltz Page 0,46

the cameras before she’d disabled most of them. I visited the apartment when she was gone. Touched her things. Bought her more sketch pads when she ran low. I sent her pastries from my favorite bakery.

“Evie, for the last time,” I forced myself to meet her eyes and took her face, my thundering pulse drowning out my voice, “I’m not fucking you here.”

Yet, confronted with her nakedness, I couldn’t imagine doing anything else. She was the single most fuckable woman I’d ever seen with those teardrop breasts. Her tanned skin extended all the way to her nipples. With that dark hair, she could’ve been a girl from Sicily. She wasn’t Italian, but the fact she resembled the girls denied to me my whole life hardened my cock into steel.

My dad wanted me to date princesses. Debutantes. Blonde, high-maintenance trophy wives bred into high society, the polar opposite of my unrefined wife who drank Budweiser, wore cut-offs, and worked gold into masterpieces. She was better than all of them combined. She impressed me. She challenged me. She feared nothing.

Evie’s stare drilled me. I’d never known a woman whose glare could make me feel like a chump. “Do what you came here to do, and then take your fucking rock when you leave.”

Now you hate it?

She confused the shit out of me, but I was too aware of her nakedness and the taste of her honeyed cunt. Evie pulled away, wearing that damnable smirk. I buried a hand in her hair and slammed my lips into hers. I plastered her curvy body to the wall, swallowing her gasp.

“You’re taking the opal.”

“I don’t want it.”

Like hell. “For Christ’s sake. It’s not a bribe. I knew you’d like it. I wanted you to have it.”

“Why?”

“You love everything about jewelry.” My hands fell from her face, and I backed off so that her enticing scent no longer assaulted my senses. “What, the girl with the hard-on for gratitude has none for her husband?”

Evie flinched, her steel mask flickering. Then she crossed her arms over her breasts.

Unbelievable.

What did this woman want from me?

I let her get away with murder. I paid her bills. I kept her safe. I sacrificed my sanity to make her happy.

None of it worked.

Why wasn’t she falling to her knees and thanking me? I’m grateful he’ll never love me. I’m grateful he gives me plenty of space. I’m grateful he doesn’t hit me.

Heaviness centered on my chest.

Perhaps I’d always be a monster to her—a man she’d been forced to marry who only cared about getting his dick wet.

Evie’s touch wandered down my abdomen and across my belt. She made quick work of it, tossing it aside. She filled my belly with fire as she unbuttoned my slacks.

She grabbed my erection.

My breathing hitched. I thickened in her gentle grip. I caught her by the hair and kissed her. We exchanged sloppy, hot kisses, our energy frenzied. I turned her around and shoved her over the desk. Stood between her legs. I fisted my cock, my heartbeat throbbing beneath my fingers.

I could pull out.

I wanted to slap myself. I was going on thirty-eight but apparently, my cock still had the logic of a teenage boy.

You will get her knocked up.

With child.

Pregnant.

Fuck, but it felt so good. A jolt zapped into me as my cock touched her silken entrance. I slid my shaft along her folds. My head nudged her. I retreated then dipped into the molten heat, barely enough to call it inside.

I almost seized her hips.

Stop, you moron.

Not like this.

I pulled away. I pictured things that’d kill my boner. None of them worked. My cock stabbed the air, glistening with the tease of pussy.

“Evie. Turn around, baby.”

She did, her cheeks flushed.

The sight of her natural, plump tits and her hips opening wide stole my breath. It took an effort to kneel, and then I grasped her panties. Slowly, I moved them up her legs. Her velvety skin tempted me something fierce, and I could not stop touching. My gaze snapped up, colliding with her pussy.

Well, damn.

A taste wouldn’t hurt.

My throat tightened as I leaned forward. I wedged my thumbs on either side of her cunt. Then I pulled her lips apart. Wet and wanting. So fucking hot. I kissed where she blushed.

Evie whimpered, the delicious sound tightening my balls.

Encouraged, I flicked my tongue into her wetness. Her body stiffened at first, but gradually she loosened and spread her thighs wider, allowing me deeper. As I fought against her tight pussy, my slacks bulged