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“I just wanted to know if that ‘sweet girl’ term bothered you because of that.”

“I don’t care if you don’t believe me, but I want him dead, even if I have to do it myself.”

“How do I know that this isn’t some ploy to team up with him to get at me and my family?”

“Are you serious? After last night?”

“Last night was somebody who got fucked up at a party. Drunk people at parties act like fools. Public officials don’t like scenes, and cheating bastards happen all the time. That doesn’t mean you won’t take his ass back, especially with how jealous you got last night.” I watch the look on his face and see how irritated he is by the idea of Nick and me.

A plan comes to mind that would piss off my father and prove to Connor that I’m on his side. “I have a plan. My father and Nick called my phone last night multiple times.”

“I know. They were blowing it up last night like crazy. I almost answered them and let them know I was buried inside you, but I didn’t want to ruin your plans to return to them.”

“Actually, I don’t know if you have a girlfriend or not, but I was thinking maybe you could pretend to be engaged, and that will completely piss off my father to the point where he would do something stupid and you could take him out. No one would suspect anything, because we are an item.” His face twists comically in surprise, but then he smirks.

“What would I get out of this?”

“Well, you get to kill my father.” He thinks about my offer, taking a long time, so I add, “It would be totally fake, of course.”

He taps my chin. “Tsk, tsk. Oh, you’re thinking too small, little girl.”

“What do you mean?”

“An engagement can be broken; you saw how easy last night was. Besides, engagements mean you’ll live alone until we get married, giving your father a chance to put his hands on you again.” He knows about my father hurting me. Then, I remember about last night and my father’s obviously rough grip on me in public. “Don’t think I don’t know what happened that day after you left the press conference and ended up at the hospital.”

“You know?”

“My security detail followed you.” He’s been watching me. “I told you I wanted to know who was involved in the attack.”

“Oh.” Well, there goes the joy I felt for like half a second.

“So, do we have a deal? A fake marriage, and in the end, I kill your father. Hell, maybe I’ll throw in that ex-fiancé for good measure.”

“Yes. I want him to pay for his attempts on my life, for trying to ruin my happiness, and for trying to make me miserable just because I don’t want to be his puppet.”

“Well, there’s just one thing to do: sign the contract.” He crushes his mouth on mine.

Connor sets me on the desk and pushes my thighs apart, sliding my panties over with his adept fingers. All his motions are quick and smooth. His mouth works quickly, crushing mine with his, so perfect, effortless, talented. Connor is everything a man should be and more. I am lost, craving his touch and afraid to admit the truth. This deal is worth more to me, and he’s the man that I’m willing to give it to just to have my peace.

Connor will be my savior, and I’m grateful to him, so giving him this was worth it. He can sign it with my blood, and I will be grateful. He kisses me roughly, grinding his mouth on mine as he unleashes himself from his trousers. I feel his dick rubbing up against me. It was so long and smooth, my eyes catching a glimpse of it just as he kissed my neck. I knew it was large, but this is massive. He is going to tear me in two and somehow, I know I’ll love it.

My biggest fear is becoming addicted because this is only temporary. Becoming Connor’s wife, his lover, will only be a brief moment in time. What would happen afterwards? “Fuck, baby, you’re so hot.” He rubs it up and down my slit, getting it soaked with my need. It only arouses me more.

He pushes his way in inch by inch, as if he needs to breathe every step of the way, and then he lunges, pressing his hands on the desk and growling fiercely. One hand grips my hair violently as he stares into my eyes. “You’re my sweet little virgin, aren’t you? Fuck, you feel so good, baby. Tell me. Tell me when I can move.” Connor slowly kisses my neck and up to my lips. “Tell me, baby. I’m on the edge. I’m about to nut in your tiny little pussy. See, you better tell me when I can move again. Don’t be shy, baby.”

I flex around him, giving him what we both need. My body aches and in good places; my breasts tingle so I give them a squeeze, pinching them. A moan escapes my throat, and he growls with appreciation. “Fuck, Claudia, you have me close, baby. So damn sexy. Wrap those legs around me.”

He clutches the back of my hair and pulls me tighter. His hands play on my lower back, pulling me closer as he grinds into me with his cock so deep inside me. I can barely breathe with each thrust stealing my breath. Intense and pleasurable all at once. This man owns my body right now and is dominating every second, and I want more—I crave it.

I screamed his name as I came. “Connor.”

My body shakes around his, and my pussy clenches around his huge, thick, thrusting cock. My orgasm rips through my body, and I’ve never felt so alive. Our eyes meet, and I can see the lust-filled haze, and a deep, passionate smirk spreads across his face, knowing he’s succeeded. He swallows my lips in a deep kiss before pumping harder and faster and letting go, filling me up. A growling moan comes from him as he releases his own orgasm. We’re breathing heavy, sweat on both our foreheads as he presses his to mine. So incredible.

Chapter Ten

Connor

“That’s the first wedding contract I’ve ever signed like that,” she says, panting heavily with a light giggle. My hand wraps around her throat.

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