Page 49 of A Twisted Arrangement

Eric glances between us, then to where Matthias’s hand cinches my waist possessively, then back to me. “You sure you’re going to be okay?”

Matthias’s chest vibrates against my back as he hisses, “Are you questioning my intentions?”

Eric bows his head. “Of course not.”

Then he flees.

Dammit.

I spin on Matthias, poking him in the chest. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Me? The fuck areyoudoing, Scarlet?” His brows are pulled low over his eyes, and his voice is rough.

“You do realize that this is a part of the event, right?”

He glances away. “That doesn’t mean you should be dancing with him.”

“Why?” I ask, searching his face. Why won’t he look at me?

He runs his tongue over his teeth and entwines our fingers. “It doesn’t matter.”

I try to disengage, but he just pulls me harder, dragging me off the dance floor, completely ignoring the whispers and prying eyes that surround us.

“Matthias,” I hiss. “Matthias, everyone is watching.”

“Let them.” He practically drags me toward the back of the room where there’s an exit sign. I have to scurry to keep up so I don’t make an even bigger scene by falling on my face.

It’s a narrow stairwell, clearly meant for staff. The second the door closes behind us, he spins me, pinning my chest to the wall and crowding me from behind.

His breaths are hot on my neck. “Are you purposely making me jealous?”

“Are you actually crazy?” I struggle to get out of his hold, but he just pushes me harder into the cool wall so that there isn’t a single inch that he’s not touching.

He runs his nose up my neck, inhaling directly behind my ear. “You smell delicious.”

Strong fingers curl around my throat, squeezing gently as he flattens his tongue and runs it along my skin. I instinctively tilt my head to give him more access. My fingers curl into the stone as his hand traces every inch of me until it makes its way down my abdomen. My breath hitches when his foot taps mine, spreading my feet wider, making room for him to cup my core. The silk does nothing to dampen the intense feeling of his touch.

“Matthias,” I gasp.

“That’s it. Say my name.” His fingers curl, pushing against me, and my knees grow weak.

He catches me, arms banding around my waist, before spinning me to face him.

It’s too dark to make out all the details, but his eyes catch the light as they peer down at me. Hunger is written in them as he grips my ass and pulls me into him until his hard cock presses into my stomach.

“Feel how much you turn me on.” He slides his hand further between my thighs. “Are you wet for me?”

He takes his time dragging my dress higher until it’s above my waist.

Squeezing my bare ass, he drops his forehead to mine, a low rumble in his throat. “You’re not wearing panties.”

He pinches my ass before dipping between my folds from behind, his thick fingers filling my entrance.

“I knew you’d be soaked for me,” he groans.

I shake against him as he fills me, stroking me back and forth. I rock into him, mind lost, but I want more. Ineedmore of him.

He chuckles against my neck and presses his thigh between mine, applying pressure to my clit. “That’s it. Take what you want.”

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