By His Vow: A Billionaire Arranged Marriage Romance

I wake to a rush of heat pooling between my thighs.

“Oh god,” I moan, attempting to squeeze my thighs together to squash the ache.

But I can’t

There’s something⁠—

“Kingston?” I gasp as I rip my eyes open and find his head between my thighs and his eyes locked on my face.

Fuck.

“Good morning,” he growls against me.

“Y-yeah,” I mutter like a brainless idiot.

I mean, honestly, what more can he expect when I get woken like this?

He swipes his tongue over my sensitive flesh and my body trembles, fully waking up.

“You fell asleep on me last night, Tatum,” he tells me.

My lips part as I try to remember.

I have vague memories of him carrying me into the apartment and laying me out on the couch, but anything after that is blank.

Shit.

His grip on my inner thighs tightens before he pushes them wider, giving himself space to work.

“Oh shit,” I gasp as he sucks on me.

“I promised to show you how much better I am than a dream, and you passed out.”

His words are teasing, and the deep rasp of his voice only makes the feeling of him down there even better.

“Undo the buttons on my shirt, baby. Let me see those tits.”

Without instruction from my brain, my hands move and I pop each button open until I’m able to pull the fabric apart and give him what he craves.

“Fuck, yes. Play with them. Show me how you like it.”

My head swims with his orders, the lingering haziness of sleep still holding me in its clutches, but that doesn’t matter for my body—it follows orders easily.

His eyes widen, his normally electric green turning almost black as he watches me pull at my nipples, putting on a show as he gently grazes my clit with his teeth.

“I’m not letting you out of this bed until you’ve come over my face, around my fingers, and finally on my cock.”

My chin drops at his words as I palm my breasts harder.

Perfect start to a Saturday morning.

He sucks me hard and my back arches off the bed, pleasure racing through me, making all my nerve endings spark with what’s to come.

Kingston might be a lot of things, but he is a fucking god in bed.

No, not a god. A fucking king.

“Yes,” I cry as he works me with the perfect pressure and speed.

His grip on my thighs tightens until I know that I’ll be rocking bruises in the shape of his fingerprints for a good few days.

I want to hate the idea of being branded by him, of being forced to remember him when I look at myself. But I don’t.

I’m already wearing his ring; I may as well wear his bruises.

In only minutes, he works me to my first release of the morning.

He sits up with his face glistening with my juices and a shit-eating grin tugging at his lips.

“Count,” he demands, his eyes dropping to my tits before moving down to my pussy and then back up to my eyes.

“One,” I whisper, barely able to form words as I continue to ride out the aftereffects of my release.

“Good girl,” he praises as he plunges two fingers deep inside me, curling them just so before he embarks on number two.

“Fuck. Kingston,” I cry when he rubs at my G-spot. Abandoning my breasts, my fingers twist up the sheets beneath me as he pushes me to a fast and intense release.

Anyone would think he’s feeling a little impatient to get inside me.

“Eyes, Tatum. Look at me while I make you come.”

Like the good girl that I certainly am not, my eyes spring open and find him.

“I need you to know who’s doing this to you, baby.”

“I’m unlikely to forget,” I sass.

He smirks.

“I guess that’s what happens when I’m that much better than all the men of your past.”

I scoff, not wanting to feed his ego any more than I already have.

“You don’t need to say it, Tatum. I can read it in your body, in your eyes. I can feel it.”

My heart pounds harder at his words as the air continues to crackle between us.

“It’s never been this good,” he continues. “Never.”

“Kingston,” I scream as he pushes me over the edge into my second release with both his fingers and his words.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

“Baby,” he growls, reminding me that I should be doing something.

“Two,” I gasp as he continues working me through it.

No sooner have I come down from the high than his fingers are gone and he’s shuffled forward with his dick in his hand, ready to push inside me.

My muscles feel the thickness of him stretching me open.

It’s been a long few days without this.

It’s when we’re at our best as this fake couple. Nothing else matters when it’s just the two of us, naked and giving in to the chemistry that’s constantly sparking between us.

It doesn’t matter what our surnames are, what our jobs are, who our brothers or best friends are, nor all the reasons why we are completely incompatible.

“Oh god, yes,” I moan as he pushes inside me.

“Shit,” he groans as my pussy ripples around him, trying to suck him deeper. “I will never get enough of this. Your pussy is fucking insane, Tate.”

His eyes hold mine and my heart jumps into my throat at the sincerity and emotion I can see in them.

I shouldn’t be able to. There shouldn’t be any emotion here.

It’s a business deal with benefits, apparently.

That is where the line needs to be drawn.

The line that you’ve been obliterating for days now?

I banish that thought as fast as it hits, refusing to even consider the reality of this situation.

Just sex. It’s just sex with a man I married for nothing more than securing something I want.

It’s a marriage of convenience so that we can both gain what we want. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Definitely nothing more…

He rolls his hips the moment he’s fully seated inside me, and I cry out as my hands go to his ass in an attempt to get him even deeper.

More. I need more.

No.

Less.

I should want less.

Fuck. I’m so fucking confused.

His hand lands beside my head and his lips descend on mine, his tongue pushing inside my mouth and mimicking what his dick is doing lower down my body.

Forcing myself to stop thinking and freaking myself out, instead, I hold on for dear life and just pray that when this all comes to a head, I’ll be able to survive it.

He fucks me with slow, measured strokes. It’s nowhere near the hard and fast fucking I really need to clear my head, but at the same time, it builds me higher and higher to the point that when his fingers graze my clit, I explode in the strongest release of the morning.

I clench so hard around him that he has no choice but to fall over the edge with me, his dick jerking violently inside me as he fills me with ropes of hot cum, branding me on the inside just as he has the outside.

I’m fucked.

So royally fucked.

“Fuck, that was good,” he pants before dropping to his side and pulling my body tight to his, holding me as if I’m going to shatter into a million pieces as our heart rates return to normal.

I only manage to lie there for thirty seconds max before my head starts spinning with thoughts again and I attempt to roll away from him.

Snuggling in bed isn’t helping with anything.

“Where are you going?” he asks as I sit on the edge of the bed and comb my wild hair back from my face.

“I’m not spending the day rolling around in bed with you. I’ve got things to do,” I lie.

“Oh?” he asks. The sheets rustle, and I don’t dare glance back. He’s going to look like a sex god, I just know it. “Care to enlighten me? Because I don’t think there is anything that could be better than spending the day rolling around in bed.”

“Don’t you have to work?” I ask hopefully.

“Nope. I told Miles I was spending today with my wife. I’ve neglected her this week, and I want to make up for it.”

“Why?” I blurt before I get a handle on my mouth.

“Why what? Why do I want to spend the day with you?” he asks, sounding confused.

“You don’t like me, King. Why would you choose to⁠—”

“Tate,” he breathes before the warmth of his touch burns down the length of my arm. “I’m beginning to realize that I like you a whole lot more than I probably should.”

I hop to my feet and force some distance between us. The second I move, I cringe, feeling the evidence of what we just did leaking down my thighs.

“See. That…That is exactly why we shouldn’t be doing this,” I say, throwing my arm back to gesture to the bed he’s still lying in and what we did this morning. “What you said, the reason why we shouldn’t spend the day together.”

“Why the hell not? Isn’t it better this way?”

“No, Kingston. It is not better this way. Fuck,” I breathe, dropping my face into my hands as he moves behind me.

I sense him coming, my skin tingling as he gets closer.

“Don’t touch me,” I warn, able to predict his moves.

“Fuck that, Tate.”

His hands land on my shoulders, and I’m spun around before I get a chance to argue.

My lips part, ready to fire back at him, but then my eyes catch on his and all of my fight leaves me.

“We’re married now, Tatum. We don’t have to continue fighting each other. It’s okay to…be the couple we’re pretending to be.”

My brows pinch as his eyes bounce between mine.

“But it’s not real.”

“Says who?”

“The contract we signed,” I counter.

His hands move—one of them slides to my neck, and the other drops to my waist before my back presses against the cold wall behind me.

I gasp in surprise, but he doesn’t react—not to my shock, at least.

“What about this right now doesn’t feel real, baby?” he asks before his lips descend on mine.

He kisses me deeply, stealing away all my thoughts and concerns and replacing them with nothing but him. His touch, his scent, his unwavering confidence.

Wrapping his hand around my thigh, he hitches my leg up around his waist, letting me feel how hard he is again against my sensitive pussy.

“King,” I moan.

“Life is too short to fight what’s right in front of us, Tatum. And a year is a long time to deny what we really want.”

The mention of our expiration date is almost enough to drag me back to reality, but then his lips find mine again, and my feet leave the floor.

He walks us effortlessly to the bathroom and then directly into the shower. Not once does he release my lips. I’ve no idea if it’s for fear of what might come out of them yet or because he just can’t stop.

Both options fucking terrify me.

But I also can’t argue.

We put ourselves here; we decided to spend the next year of our lives together. Why shouldn’t we enjoy it? Reap the benefits we can give each other?

Because you’ll never just be an arrangement with benefits…

Ice-cold water rains down on us, effectively stealing my thoughts and fears at the same time Kingston drops me lower, entering me easily as he backs me up against the wall.

“Can’t get enough of this pussy, Tatum. And I know you feel the same about my dick. Stop thinking and just enjoy. Take the pleasure where you can get it.”