All Chapters of THE ARRANGEMENT: FORBIDDEN THINGS ALWAYS TASTE SO GOOD : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~ARIA~The eviction notice looked so innocent sitting on my kitchen counter.I knew I shouldn't open it but I did it anyway, because apparently I enjoy emotional masochism. It states that I was three months behind. And I had thirty days to get out or hello, court date. I’d already pawned my Mom’s pearl earrings, the last pieces of her that didn’t smell like a hospital.At this point, I might just snap and fall down. I’d worked double shifts at the coffee shop until my legs felt like they’d been tenderized with a meat mallet. Spoiler alert Aria: none of it was enough.I stared out my broken window, at the city doing its dang best to break me and make me sleep on the streets. I envied the Penthouse lights that twinkled like they knew exactly how broke I was since my light had been cut because I couldn't afford the bill.For fuck’s sake, how do I fix this? My phone buzzed. And Rebecca's name pops up on my screen. Thank God. If I had to sit here marinating in my own doom any longer,

~ DANTE~I watched her walk into my penthouse holding a single cardboard box labeled "Shit I Own" in sharpie marker.Just one box. That's all she had to her name. Everything she owned in the world fit into one pathetic box that looked like it had been through a war.Most women I'd contracted before arrived with Louis Vuitton luggage, designer wardrobes, and enough cosmetics to stock a department store. They came prepared to play the part of a kept woman. Aria, however, came with nothing.Something about her vulnerability stirred something in my chest. Something I didn't want to examine too closely.When I had asked her to follow me earlier, I thought she wouldn't but she did.She followed me on shaking legs and I had to suppress a smile. I loved seeing her like this, needy, desperate, and completely at my mercy.I led her to my private bathroom. The one I never let anyone else use. Can't understand why I broke a rule for her. Maybe later, I will understand why.I turned on the showe

~ ARIA ~I crawled across the cold floor on my hands and knees, feeling every shred of dignity I had left was being stripped away with each movement.But God help me, I wanted this.I wanted him.My body was still trembling from the orgasms he'd wrung out of me. Three. He'd made me come with those damn toys, and I had begged him to stop. Begged for mercy.Yet, he'd given me none.And now here I was, crawling to him like a desperate animal, while watching him stroke his huge cock with his thunderstorm eyes promising me both heaven and hell.I reached him and knelt between his spread legs, looking up at his face. His jaw was clenched, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. He looked like a god. Dark and dangerous. Completely in control."Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice rough.I did.He guided his cock to my lips, letting just the tip rest against my tongue. He was hot and hard against my lips. He was already leaking."You're going to take all of me," he said. "Every.

~Dante's POV~Antonio left twenty minutes later.I stood there in those twenty minutes pretending to paint, while my blood boiled and my cock throbbed and every muscle in my body screamed to throw him out.The second the studio door closed behind him, I snapped.I crossed the room in three steps and grabbed Aria by the throat, slamming her back against the wall."Dante…""Shut up," I growled.My mouth slammed into hers. Demanding entry. Finally, she opened up and kissed me back just as desperately, her nails digging into my shoulders.I ripped the lace panties off her and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my waist automatically.I freed my cock with one hand, positioned myself at her entrance, and slammed inside her in one brutal thrust.“ Ahhh…” She choked out.I didn't give her time to adjust. I didn't care about being gentle. I fucked her against that wall like I was trying to prove something. I wanted to erase the image of Antonio's mouth on her pussy. She belongs to me an

~Dante's POV~I didn't sleep again that night.After the bar redo and bringing her home—watching her disappear into her room without a backward glance—I lay in the dark, cock aching, fury simmering under my skin. Her words, repeating in my head. "Only you, Dante."I hated how much I craved that truth. And hated even more that it terrified me.By dawn, I had already decided what I was going to do. I will have one final session with her. I will purge her from my system, then pay her double the original amount and end this arrangement before it devours me whole.The Collective would be perfect for this.The underground art exhibition ran once a month in a downtown warehouse, invitation only, obscenely exclusive. Human models posed as sculptures, but the rules encouraged interaction. Hands, mouths, toys. Shared pleasure performed for the crowd. No full penetration by strangers. No pain. Just ecstasy on display.Since I couldn't share at the club, I will do it at the collective. Let doz