Page 81 of A Twisted Arrangement

“I wanted to give this to you when we got married, but I was afraid you’d toss it immediately.” Matthias opens up a small black velvet box, revealing the perfect teardrop diamond on asimple gold band. I lift it up and hold it to the light. It’s got to be at least eight carats, if not more.

I bite my lip and fail to hide my smirk. “You’re right. I definitely would have trashed it. What a shame that would have been.” I hand it back to him and hold out my fingers so he can put it on me.

He kisses each of my knuckles before sliding the ring over my finger, where it sits perfectly. My smile grows. “It’s gorgeous.”

“Not as gorgeous as you.”

A laugh bursts from me, and he rolls me beneath him.

“You think I’m lying, Little Sparrow?” He nips my neck and whispers in my ear. “I don’t think you have any idea how devastatingly in love with you I am. I’ve tortured myself to always be your wind and never your cage. I may have kidnapped you, but if you’d truly asked to be let out, I would’ve let you. But you never asked, Scarlet, because the truth is you never wanted to leave.”

Realization fills my chest. In all this time, I never asked for him to let me go. I wanted to be here. My eyes sting as emotions I can finally acknowledge tumble to the forefront.

“I…I love?—”

Matthias kisses me, cutting me off. “Tell me you love me when you’re pregnant with my child and full with my cock.”

He kisses a line down my throat, and I arch into him, pressing my chest into his. Just as I’m about to beg for more, the doorbell rings.

Matthias groans like he’s being tortured, then says, “Ignore it.”

It rings again, and he grunts, getting up from the bed, and pulls on his boxers, all the while murmuring adorable death threats to whoever’s unlucky enough to bother us.

I watch his ass disappear from the room and collapse. How the hell is he so sexy?

It doesn’t sound like anyone’s being murdered out there, so I get up, throwing on his button-up shirt from last night.

“Fuck.” Matthias is in the doorway, holding two containers and scanning me from head to toe. “I’m going to replace all of your clothes so you can only wear my shirts.”

“Do that and I’m dyeing all of your clothes pink.” I do up another button but leave the top two open, enjoying the heat in his gaze.

“Get back into bed.” His growly command has my nipples hardening and my ass hitting the mattress.

He sets the containers down on the nightstand and crawls on top of me. “You’re lucky I’m worried about hurting that pretty little pussy of yours, or I’d fuck you senseless for your sass.”

My arms wrap around his neck, ready to tell him I don’t care if it hurts, when the sweet scent of syrup fills my nose, and my stomach rumbles loudly.

Matthias lifts off me, manipulating my body easily so I’m upright against the headboard.

“Sooo, we’re really not going to have sex?” I ask.

“Not while you’re still sore.” He opens the container and lifts a piece of french toast to my mouth, his other hand cupping underneath to catch any drips.

“Seriously? We’re eating this in bed?” My mouth drops open, and he uses the opportunity to slip the piece between my teeth. The warm, sweet liquid coats my tongue, drawing a moan from the back of my throat.

Matthias glares at me, brows pulled together.

I slip the fork from my lips. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of my breakfast.”

“Of course not,” he huffs, but the tips of his ears turn pink as he feeds me another piece.

This time, I moan louder, and he collapses so his face rests on my stomach, placing light kisses there. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

“Maybe.”

He grabs a piece of fruit and brings it to my lips. “Keep eating. If you’re pregnant from last night, we want to keep you healthy.”

He says it so matter-of-factly it almost doesn’t register. My mind swirls around his words, my lungs unable to take in air. There’s an undeniable warmth building in my chest that shouldn’t be there. One that says I don’t hate that idea nearly as much as I should.

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