Scandalous Arrangement

Chapter 8

Lorenzo

I looked down at her flushed, trembling form and knew at once that taking things further now would make things complicated, and that I... I wanted to go through with the marriage.

Her desire hadn’t diminished. She was still leaning toward me, her body practically asking for mine, that wild need burning in her eyes. I wanted her just as badly.

“Tell me, Barbara... do you really think you’ll be able to resist me after tonight?”

Her chin lifted, her jaw tight.

“I won’t have to,” she shot back. “After you call off the engagement, I’ll never have to share a room with you again. I’ll have no reason to be anywhere near you.”

I chuckled, letting the sound fill the space between us, the one that suddenly stung. But I wasn’t going to let her just escape me like that. No.

“We’ll run into each other at parties and events. Who knows? We could sneak into a restroom... have a quickie. You’ll want it, princess.”

“No way in hell. It’s today and never again, okay? Just today,” she spat. “Now, will you make love to me or not?”

Her hands were on my shoulders, her eyes pleading.

“I would,” I said, “if I didn’t know this was going to be the last time.”

Then, just like that, I rolled off the bed, away from her, leaving her stunned.

She sat up, dazed, looking from my face to my body. The towel had come off, and now I was naked in front of her.

“The marriage will happen,” I said.

My hand came to me. I stroked once as she watched, the surge of pleasure drawing a sharp breath from me.

Her eyes never left me.

“I’ll be sleeping on the couch,” I said as I walked into the bathroom to finish.

She looked shocked. Taken aback. Furious.

“f**k you, Lorenzo!” she screamed as I closed the door. “f**k you! I don’t want you anyway! I hate you! I hate you!”

LORENZO

She writhed beneath me as I went down on her n****e again, one finger inside her, and she was so f*****g tight. Christ, I wondered how my c**k would feel around her. I bit my lip hard to keep from moaning as my thumb slowly massaged that spot that drove her crazy until she grabbed my hair, holding me there.

“Please... there. Please, harder.”

Demanding little thing.

I gave her exactly what she wanted.

“I’m... yes...”

Her legs tightened around me, but I removed my other hand from around her waist and spread her legs farther apart. Soon, she was coming with a loud scream, her body jerking. I held her in place, continuing to rub her until she was completely spent.

I was so hard now, precum leaking from me. I was almost coming from her screams and the pleasure I’d given her, but what I wanted most was to be inside her.

But I pulled away, just slightly, and held her gaze.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, stunned. Her lips trembled. Her body still pressed toward me, still aching, still open.

“I won’t have unprotected s*x with you, Barbara. What if I spill inside you? Will you carry my child... when neither of us plans to marry? Or even see each other again?”

I watched her expression change.

“Don’t you have condoms, then?” she asked unashamedly. She licked her lips. “The arrangement is that we make love, right?”

I didn’t respond immediately. I watched her, taking in the fire in her eyes, the flush in her cheeks, the tremor in her voice. And when she said make love, something shifted inside me—not at once, but it did.

She hadn’t called it s*x. She’d called it lovemaking.

I looked down at her flushed, trembling form and knew at once that taking things further now would make things complicated, and that I... I wanted to go through with the marriage.

Her desire hadn’t diminished. She was still leaning toward me, her body practically asking for mine, that wild need burning in her eyes. I wanted her just as badly.

“Tell me, Barbara... do you really think you’ll be able to resist me after tonight?”

Her chin lifted, her jaw tight.

“I won’t have to,” she shot back. “After you call off the engagement, I’ll never have to share a room with you again. I’ll have no reason to be anywhere near you.”

I chuckled, letting the sound fill the space between us, the one that suddenly stung. But I wasn’t going to let her just escape me like that. No.

“We’ll run into each other at parties and events. Who knows? We could sneak into a restroom... have a quickie. You’ll want it, princess.”

“No way in hell. It’s today and never again, okay? Just today,” she spat. “Now, will you make love to me or not?”

Her hands were on my shoulders, her eyes pleading.

“I would,” I said, “if I didn’t know this was going to be the last time.”

Then, just like that, I rolled off the bed, away from her, leaving her stunned.

She sat up, dazed, looking from my face to my body. The towel had come off, and now I was naked in front of her.

“The marriage will happen,” I said.

My hand came to me. I stroked once as she watched, the surge of pleasure drawing a sharp breath from me.

Her eyes never left me.

“I’ll be sleeping on the couch,” I said as I walked into the bathroom to finish.

She looked shocked. Taken aback. Furious.

“f**k you, Lorenzo!” she screamed as I closed the door. “f**k you! I don’t want you anyway! I hate you! I hate you!”