Page 79 of A Twisted Arrangement

She laughs, a glint in her eye when she says, “Pretty sure my first time was with a pink toy.”

I cough, then catch my breath. “Do you have more toys?”

“I’m twenty-five and a virgin. What do you think?”

I grip her ass and slide my fingers between her thighs until they rest against her core. No matter what she says, I know she’s sore.

“Youwerea virgin. This pussy belongs to me now.”

Chapter 37

Scarlet

Matthias carriesme to the bathroom and sits me on the vanity. I grip the counter to keep my balance as he runs his fingers between my thighs and pushes the liquid pooling there back inside.

His lips drop to my ear. “I don’t want to waste this.”

He kisses my temple, then stands, turning toward the tub and running the water. I watch as he fiddles with it until he deems the temperature’s right before turning back toward me.

I go to get off the vanity, but his sharp words stop me. “Don’t move.”

He stalks toward me with dark intent, and I’m captivated. My mouth waters with every inch of his deep tan skin. His forearms are lined with thick veins that highlight his defined muscles. His shoulders take up my line of sight. But it’s his massive dick that has me dazed. Was that really inside of me?

He chuckles, pulling me out of my gawking. In any other circumstance, I would be embarrassed at being caught, but Matthias’s heated gaze travels from my eyes to my lips and back with so much lust I can hardly breathe.

He leans forward, lips barely brushing mine, but pulls away when I move to close the distance. Instead, he lifts me fromthe counter like I weigh nothing and carries me to the bath. He slowly lowers me into the tub, the hot water warming me inch by inch until I’m fully submerged.

I’d been so distracted by the man holding me that I’d forgotten how cold I was. I lean back against the porcelain and watch Matthias as he moves around the room, holding my breath to stop myself from doing something embarrassing, like calling out to him. It doesn’t matter that I’m sure he wants me.

He dims the light, casting the room with an intimate glow, an almost secret feeling, one that allows the possibility of things we would never do in the light. My gaze follows him until he sits behind me on a small stool I hadn’t seen. I stiffen when his large hands land on my shoulders.

“Relax, Little Sparrow. I’ve got you.” He applies delicious pressure with his thumbs, working out the knots in my neck from holding myself so tightly. He guides me deeper into the tub until my head dips into the water, wetting my hair before helping me back up.

He washes my hair, massaging my scalp with talented fingers, and I have to bite back my moan. “Feels good.”

His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling my head back to meet my eyes before shaking his head. “From now on, I will always make you feel good.”

Matthias’s fingers slide south from my shoulders over my collarbones, then skim along the top of my breast. The lightness of the touch has me arching into him.

Frustration floods me, and I let out a whimpered sound when his touch leaves my skin.

His hands are back on me before I can say anything, the soft fabric of a cloth moving over every inch of me. The space fills with the girly, citrus scent of my body wash, one that Matthias has no business owning. I tilt my head back, and my eyes flick up, and he leans over, kissing my forehead, his lips too gentle forsuch a dangerous man. My eyes close as I surrender myself to him. I don’t want anything to break this moment.

His touch is magnified as he runs the cloth up my arms, then over my chest. Heat pools low in my stomach when he takes extra care with my breasts, then grazes all the way down my stomach, stopping just above where I desperately need him. I wiggle and shift, trying to get him to move, but he just chuckles into the crown of my head before cleaning my hips and thighs.

By the time he lifts the cloth out of the water, my breath comes out in short pants. Not daring to open my eyes, I can still feel his presence behind me. I’m desperate for air but unable to take a deep breath in anticipation of his touch.

I struggle to speak, but he stops me, his voice a low command. “You’re going to do exactly what I say, Scarlet. Keep your eyes closed and your mouth shut.”

His command flares through me. Something about him taking control settles me, and instead of fighting him, I relax further into the warm liquid.

He lets out a low hum of approval, and his strong fingers grip my legs, separating them, before he inches his way upward.

I suck in a gasp when he stops his ascent at the juncture. My lungs burn with each moment he waits.

The anticipation is killing me, and he knows exactly what he was doing.

His one hand holds me firm in his grip while his fingers run over my wet folds, giving me no warning before he buries them deep inside me. A strangled cry breaks from my mouth as he moves them, pressure building within my core. It feels like every nerve ending responds to him. Like he owns my body and knows how to control it. And for right now, he does. I’m so close to my release I can’t stop my hips from rocking and fucking myself on his fingers.

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