Page 24 of A Twisted Arrangement

I can only make out a word or two per sentence. Each one makes me all the more wary.

Call me paranoid, but I know firsthand what happens when men are left to plot for their personal gain.

The hall is dim, lit only by ambient lighting, and the walls are draped in the same velvet to keep the feel of the event, providing me with the perfect cover. I slip off my shoes, knowing that theclicking sound would instantly give me away and try to recover the ground between us.

If I can just get a little closer, I can figure out what they’re planning.

This time, I might even be able to stop whatever they’re planning.

My heart rate spikes when one of the men stops, turning toward me. I stumble backward, knowing I’m totally screwed if he spots me.

Milliseconds before that can happen, a hand clamps over my mouth, and a solid body pushes me into an alcove covered by velvet fabric.

My breath catches in my throat as I push against my assailant, only to be pulled closer, a familiar scent wrapping around me.

“What do you think you’re doing, Little Sparrow?”

A shiver runs through me as his lips brush against the shell of my ear.

Too close. He’s too close.

He lifts his hand from my mouth, lowering it until the base of my neck is cradled between his thumb and fingers.

“None of your business.” I push against him, hands on hard muscles, his heat soaking through the fabric into my body.

He chuckles low in his throat as he runs his nose along the curve of my neck. “Everything about you is my business.”

I huff out a laugh, doing my best to stay quiet in case the two men are still close by. “Since when? Seriously, I thought you couldn’t stand me.”

Matthias pulls back, a hint of light catching his eyes, watching me. I feel myself grow wet when he presses closer, and the hard ridge of his cock indents my stomach. “Does that feel like I can’t stand you?”

“I don’t understand you.” Mortification seeps in at the slight tremor in my voice.

“You will.” He opens his mouth, his tongue hot on my skin as he makes his way up my jaw.

My head tilts involuntarily to the side. The heat of him has stolen my ability to think, and the man knows it.

He grasps my chin, angling my face the way he wants it before capturing my mouth. The feelings he stoked within me the other day come to life as if they never went out. He burns beneath my skin as his hands travel down my sides and slowly lift the hem of my skirt until he can grasp my bare ass.

He hooks the lace fabric of my thong and tugs on it, a low growl reverberating in his chest.

“We can’t do this,” I breathe, leaving it up to him to stop.

His fingers press against my entrance. “Tell me to stop.”

I try to push the words out but can’t.

Matthias chuckles as he sinks two fingers into me, and I curl against him, burying my moan into his chest.

“You can lie to yourself all you want, but your body is so honest.”

He grinds his cock into my clit while stroking his fingers deep, stealing my last coherent thought.

Matthias drops his face to my shoulder, his hot breath panting against my neck as he takes me higher.

I whimper as my orgasm grows closer, and he nips my earlobe. “I love the sounds you make.”

He presses harder against me, his movements faster, less contained, and my release starts to break around me.

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