Page 25 of A Twisted Arrangement

“Yes. Yes,” I cry out as pleasure ricochets through me. “Matthias.”

He groans low in his throat and bites the side of my neck, his body shuddering in my arms.

My knees are weak; the only thing holding me up is his body pressing me into the wall.

He drops his forehead to mine, our breaths mixing together, and smirks. “I haven’t come in my pants since high school.”

Shock rocks through me. “You what?”

His smirk turns into a smile. “You haven’t said my name in over a decade. I couldn’t help it.” He nuzzles his nose against mine. “Say it again.”

Suddenly, it’s as if I’m standing at a precipice and he’s asking for so much more than his words. I pull back and search his gaze, looking for the joke.

“Why are you doing this?” My heart aches. I feel like I’ve left myself wide open.

He leans in and places a kiss to my forehead before creating space between us. “Just say it one more time.”

Frustrated, I push him even further, and his eyes widen at the force. Must be surprised that a scrawny girl like me has that much strength. If he keeps picking on me, he’s going to see so much more of what I can do.

“Let. Me. Go.”

A muscle in his jaw ticks, and his eyes darken on mine, holding my gaze for several seconds before he steps to the side. “Of course.”

I blink back tears as I rush through the gala, not caring if anyone sees me. I have to get out of here before the full force of what I just did hits me. I’m such an idiot.

Oliver’s already standing with the car door open when I come out of the building, and I climb in, closing the door behind me.

I curl into a ball, holding myself together. It’s only then that I realize I’ve lost a shoe.

A laugh floats from me at the ridiculousness of it all.

This isn’t a fairy tale, and I’m not a helpless girl who needs saving.

Maybe it’s time I show him that.

Chapter 13

Matthias

I wadup my black silk boxers and toss them in the trash as I walk out of the restroom. I should be embarrassed for coming in my fucking pants, but all it takes is the thought of how wet she was wrapped around my fingers to have my cock rock hard again. The way she moaned into my neck, her breath hitching with each thrust, her pussy clenching around me, had me coming undone.

I haven’t touched a girl since I made her that promise when we were teenagers. I haven’t even jacked off without her image in my brain.

My attention was so focused on her that she guided me with her little sounds, the desperate way she pushed into me when I hit the perfect spot or rubbed her the way she needed, drawing a map for me to get her off.

The second she said my name, she owned me, my cum soaking my pants. It won’t be long until I’m buried deep inside her. It’s unlikely I’ll last long that first time, but I’ll just fuck her until the feel of my cock stretching her is her only thought. I’m so close to making her mine that my brain short-circuits every time I get near her.

The hall’s still full of Saints, their silver wolf masks catching the dim light around them. This is one of the few events the members of the Order are allowed to wear their masks outside of the Vaults. They show off their wives and mistresses as they move around the room, mingling with other members of the society.

I make my way to the only gold-masked members, the Lords themselves. Bash and Xander turn to me as I approach, both wearing matching grins.

Bash is the first to speak. “Where did you disappear to?”

I straighten with the overwhelming feeling of wanting to keep what happened between Scarlet and me private but also knowing he’s stubborn enough to keep being a pain in my ass.

Xander examines me, his sharp gaze taking everything in. “You’re not the only one who vanished. Somehow, I doubt it was a coincidence that you and Scarlet Laurent left at the same time.”

“Mind your business.” A muscle ticks in my cheek.

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