Page 49 of Arran's Obsession
“Yes, why?” I had the same account that Mum had opened for me when I was eleven.
“Tell me.”
He lowered my zip.
Half mindless, I recited my account number and sort code. Arran paused to make a note.
“Lift your ass,” he ordered in a low and delicious tone.
I obeyed, and he stripped my shorts from me, keeping me facing away, perched on his knee. Desire heated my blood, my clit throbbing, the anticipation an overload of sinful need.
I peered back to see him free his rock-hard erection, though he made no attempt to stroke it. We were due our daily sex act, and maybe this time would be different. If I was riding him, I’d be the one in control.
But the expression in his eyes gave me pause.
Arran stood and crowded me to the wall like he’d done yesterday, forcing me to face away.
“Who was in the car the night I came to your flat?” he asked in my ear. “You were scared.”
“Don, he’s a relative of my brother’s girlfriend,” I replied instantly.
“Did you know the woman who was murdered on your street?”
Distress chased my good feelings. My fingers shook. “Cherry is her name. Was, I mean. I spoke to her the night before she died.”
His dick slid between my legs. “What did she say?”
“She mentioned a client who was a city councillor and a friend of his she didn’t like. They were both due to see her the night she died.”
“Get any names?”
“No. What are you going to do about it? I want to be part of?—”
With a punch of his hips, he entered me, no warning, no easy slide. A hit of violence my body readily absorbed despite his thick size.
Just as happened last time, I didn’t hide a moan, my pussy squeezing him tight.
If only he’d drive me into the wall with a few more hard thrusts, the pleasure would crest and break. The tension holding me taut would be over.
Arran exhaled, his breath ghosting over my shoulders.
Precious seconds passed, the tension almost hurting. Pressure pinning me down just as much as he was spearing me in two. My toes curled in the rug, and I flexed to press up on the balls of my feet, the slight movement so good.
Then the bastard pulled out and walked away, leaving me utterly desperate in every way.
I crept back to bed with heavy emotions boiling in my blood. My body needed to get off, but I couldn’t with him right there, decidedly not participating. I’d tried yesterday and failed.
My phone chimed with a notification. My bank. Money added.
I opened the app and stared at the screen. All those numbers. He’d deposited twenty grand. Anger rushed. “What the hell is this?” I yelled.
From the other room, he spoke calmly. “As my woman, you’re due a stipend.”
“I get twenty grand for the pleasure of you imprisoning me?”
“Every week.”
My words dried up entirely. That kind of money was life-changing. I could pay the missing rent. Get my own place to live where I wasn’t dependant on Dad. Help Riordan so he didn’t need to work so many hours.