Page 60 of Knot Their Arrangement

Fuck all of them.

All the bastards who sat back and was willing to watch me walk down that altar, knowing I’d be locked into a life that would be plagued with misery and an ending that would end with an early death.

I refuse to let them win.

Refuse to keep playing a game rigged against me.

I inhale sharply, tilting my chin up as I lock eyes with Damon first, then Kieran.

"I want it."

The words leave my lips, unshaken, unwavering.

Need it…

I’m tired of hiding and am now allowing myself a moment of pleasure and thrill. There will be consequences. I’m sure of it, but if I have to face them alone, I will.

I’ve faced all the previous challenges on my own, whether supported or not, so I can do it again.

Damon's smirk returns, sharper this time, edged with approval.

"Good girl."

How a man’s praise can drive your body absolutely wild.

It’s taking everything in me to not purr at the deep velvety words of praise.

Kieran’s fingers press slightly against my pulse, feeling the rapid beat beneath my skin. He leans in, his lips just brushing the shell of my ear.

"Then let’s make sure you get exactly what you want, princess."

And just like that, the choice is made.

For the first time, I am not running.

I am taking.

10

INDULGE IN A POTENTIAL FANTASY

~KAMARI~

Damon’s mouth is relentless, his lips molding against mine in a kiss that leaves no space for hesitation.

I moan into him, my body pressing forward as if to become part of him entirely, my fingers threading into his dark locks. His tongue teases mine, tangling, tasting, and the remnants of vanilla and something uniquely him linger between us, making me crave more.

The ice cream is long forgotten, likely nothing more than a melted pool on the table, but its sweetness still lingers on our tongues, a distant memory compared to the fire igniting in my veins.

My breath stutters when I feel Kieran’s touch, his hand tracing the fabric of my saree, fingertips gliding over each intricate fold and pleat as if deciphering a labyrinth designed just for him.

His lips find the curve of my neck, pressing slow, taunting kisses against the sensitive skin.

A shiver races down my spine, and I tilt my head, giving him more space to explore. The sensation of his mouth at my throat while Damon consumes me from the front is intoxicating, a push and pull of sensation that makes my world tilt.

A thought crosses my mind, wondering if people can see. If they notice how Damon’s large frame practically shields me, his presence commanding all my focus.

But then the thought drifts away like smoke, insignificant. None of it matters.

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