Free The Arrogant Architect by LK Collins

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his aunt.
    “No, it’s not,” the vendor mumbles.
    My dad adamantly says, “Show me that it chirps on anything
other than one o’clock.”
    “If you don’t want it, don’t buy it.”
    “Do you want it?” my dad asks King’s aunt.
    “Not if it’s broken like you say.”
    “I can fix it for you, if you like it.”
    “Then, I want it.” They argue with the vendor again and I
wander off, spotting an antique skillet out of the corner of my eye. 
    “How much?” I ask the lady, holding the heavy cast iron pan
in my grip. There’s something about old cookware that I love. It paints such a
beautiful story. If only it could talk about all of the meals it’s made and the
people it’s served.
    “Six hundred dollars,” the woman says and politely I set it
down.
    “We’ll take it,” King announces and counts six hundreds out
of a stack of cash.
    “No way,” I shout.
    “Don’t start with me,” he says and reaches over my head
handing the woman the money as she wraps the pan in tissue paper and then bags
it. “Have a good day,” he says taking it from her and handing it to me.
    “You can’t do that.”
    “Do what?”
    “You can’t control me with your money, buying me all these
things whenever you see fit.”
    He looks around for his aunt and my dad who are engrossed in
the finds of another tent, and then he drags me behind a SUV, pressing me hard
against the hot exterior of the car. I stand frozen, not sure what to do as he
pushes himself against me and says, “Don’t you see who’s controlling who here?
It’s you…you’ve got the fuckin’ power over me.” His voice is laced with
passion. His cock throbs against my clit as he touches my lips again with his
soft fingers. Our foreheads are resting against each other’s and I want him to
kiss me, to do something…anything. But he doesn’t make any other moves except
for closing his eyes. I realize then that I am holding onto his sides, and I
gently trail my fingers over his muscled skin.
    “Mmm,” he growls like an animal, ready to be unleashed from
its cage.
    “There you two are,” my dad exclaims and we quickly
separate. My face beet red, but my dad doesn’t seem to care. “We were gonna
grab a bite to eat, do you guys wanna join us?”
    “Yeah,” I answer, knowing I need to eat and to be around
other people than alone with King. But who’s “we”? King’s aunt? They seem to
have made an instant connection.
    I don’t make it a few steps and King pulls me backwards.
    “Stop it, my dad already caught us and I haven’t even met
your aunt yet.”
    “No, you stop it. Don’t you see what you’re doing to me?” He
looks down and my eyes follow to his very apparent strained dick. I squeeze my
thighs, trying to restrain myself from touching him as I swallow.
    “Goddammit, Ever, would you try and stop being so fucking
sexy?”
    “What am I doing?”
    “Clenching your thighs and swallowing.” He’s breathing hard,
obviously struggling, and I cannot believe the power I have over him. Is this
how it’s been all along? Is this why he’s been so aggressive?
    “Well, you’re going to have to man up.” I grab his hand and
walk in the direction that my dad went. He follows along, still holding the
paper bag that has my skillet in it and my hand. 
    “My fuckin’ balls feel like they’re going to explode,” he
says through clenched teeth as I search for our family members.
    “Then think about work or something.”
    “Sure, that’ll help, because currently I work right next
door to you.”
    I spot my dad and his aunt. Waving to them, I let go of his
hand and make my way through the crowd. I can sense that King is close behind
me, and in the mix of all the people, he takes my hand back in his. I look over
my shoulder at him, so tall and sexy, mixed in a crowd of people, with his eyes
only on me.
    Glancing down, I see his cock is no longer hard and I smile.
    “Don’t,” he grumbles and I tell him, “You sure say that