Page 51 of A Twisted Arrangement

Lust fills every molecule in my being as he dominates me, cock rocking against my ass, hand tightening nearly painfully around my wrist.

I gasp for breath, panting into the leather fabric as his hand travels beneath me, pinching my already hard nipple between his finger and thumb.

I moan, face buried in the seat.

He lifts my hips just enough to push the hem of my dress above my waist, allowing my legs to spread further apart.

He uses the space to thrust his hardness against my core.

I hate the barrier between us, and I whine deep in my throat as I move against him, searching for more.

“Matthias,” I hiss through my teeth.

“Fuck it.” The sound of his zipper lowering fills the narrow space, and my body trembles beneath him. Never in a million years did I think I would lose my virginity in the back of a car to Matthias Everette, but nothing in me wants to stop him.

Our bodies shift when the car comes to a halt.

“I’m going to kill him.” Matthias nips my neck before pulling back and flipping me over.

The door opens behind him, and heat fills my cheeks.

“Look at me, Scarlet.”

I meet Matthias’s dark eyes. He’s panting just as hard as I am, face flushed red. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”

I don’t stop to think, wrapping my arms around him without protest.

He grabs me by my ass and envelops my legs around his waist, kissing me hard as he hauls me out of the car. I cling to him as he devours my mouth, taking any rational thought with him.

I vaguely process the fact that we’re moving into his house, the doors opening without us stopping. He takes the stairs two at a time, one hand banded under my ass and the other holding me tight so with each step, his hard cock pushes directly into my clit.

“Don’t....” I moan. “I’m going to come.”

He doesn’t stop, rocking against me, shattering my mind with my second orgasm of the night. I collapse, body heavy, and rest my head against his neck.

“That’s it, Scarlet,” he says as he lowers me, discards my shoes, and slips my dress above my head, leaving me naked in front of him, then guides me back to sit on the bed.

Matthias wraps his lips around the peak of my breast, sucking my nipple between his teeth. My core pulses with need, and I don’t bother to fight my moans. Not with how his tongue expertly laps over my sensitive skin. Any thought or worry I have vanishes.

His calloused palm grazes up the smooth skin of my waist before taking the full weight of the breast he’s not tasting in his hand and pushes down hard on my nipple, stealing a gasp from my lips. The way he nips and sucks has my hips rolling toget closer to him, chasing friction to get to my release. I wiggle, trying to move forward, momentarily distracted by the effort.

Matthias pinches my nipple hard, and I let out a mix of a squeal and a moan. When he has my full attention, his dark eyes stay on mine as he licks the sore tip to ease the pain.

Shit, that was hot.

“If you want something, ask.” He drags me forward until my butt is balanced precariously on the edge of the mattress. He steadies me with one hand and grips my knee with the other. “Open for me, Little Sparrow.”

I should fight against him, but I don’t want to. Even as he ignored me, there has always been a part of me that wanted him. Wanted him to choose me in the end.

I spread my legs and suck in a breath when he drops to his knees in front of me. In all the years I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him bow to anyone. His big, powerful body is between my thighs, looking up at me with lust-filled eyes. The power that always surrounds him is flowing through me. His words replay in my head.If you want something, ask.

“Touch me.”

His hands slide up my bare thighs, pushing my legs wider until his shoulders rest between them. He waits until I vibrate with need before running his thumb along my slit. I can feel myself grow wetter as his gaze follows the strokes of his thumb, but nothing prepared me for Matthias dropping his face between my knees and dragging his tongue over my clit.

He sits back, a sly grin barely pulling at the corner of his lips, and his inky black gaze pierces mine. “You taste delicious.”

Right now, he’s the wolf, and I’m the lamb.

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