Page 95 of A Twisted Arrangement

I can only imagine that continued throughout his life. More so once Damon became the head of the Order of Saints. Countless women willing to do anything to have a taste of an Everette brother.

A coil forms in the pit of my stomach, and the back of my throat tastes like acid as I picture another woman lying on him just like this, his arms wrapped around her. It’s not that I’m worried he’s going to leave me. Not after everything he’s done to get me here.

I can’t believe the fact that he kidnapped me is actually giving me relief right now. The confidence to know that I’m the only one he wants.

It doesn’t stop the way bile coats my tongue that I’m not the only one. I guess he’s not the only possessive one in this relationship.

“I can practically see the gears turning in your head. Just ask me.” Matthias’s low voice rumbles against my ear as he tilts my head up to look at him.

“It’s nothing.” A flush crawls up my neck and cheeks, and I’m grateful for the heat of the tub to hide my reaction. The idea of him knowing I care about something so trivial as a grown man being with other women… I am though. I’m not even annoyed that he prevented me from being with anyone. I’m frustrated that he was.

I suck on my teeth before asking, “Were you with anyone while you waited?”

His eyes go round, and I raise my hand, cutting off his answer. Actually, I don’t want to hear him say it.

“Forget it. Of course you were.”

His calloused fingers wrap around mine, and he brings them to his lips. “I’ve never touched anyone since the first time I kissed you.”

Memories of that night, him locked in that room and me asking him to be my first kiss, flood my mind. His young eyes had looked at me with such warmth as he cupped my jaw and brought his lips to mine.

Ten years. It’s been ten years since that happened, and he’s telling me he hasn’t touched anyone since? There’s a dangerous, bubbly sensation building beneath my ribs.

“No one?” I ask, my voice too breathy to be firm.

He brings his mouth to mine and kisses me deeply. “Only you.”

I let him pull me into him, losing myself to his touch, when a thought creeps in. “Wait, were you a virgin?”

He bursts out laughing, causing the water to splash over the rim of the tub. “No. Do you not remember how I was back then?”

I can’t look at him. My heart swells until my chest feels tight.

Strong fingers brush the hair from my face. “If I’d known back then, I wouldn’t have ever touched anyone else.”

His gaze stays hot on mine, imploring me to believe him. He’d been a bad-boy player, up to nothing good, who grew into one of the most dangerous, influential men in the world. And he’s always been all mine.

A thrill sends goosebumps down my spine as the power of that thought hits me.

I huff out a laugh. “It’s probably for the best you messed around back then. One of us needed to know what we were doing.”

“You like what I do to you.” A low rumble reverberates from him into my chest as he nuzzles my shoulder. The weight of his cock hardening beneath me has me going still. We’ve alreadyhad sex more times than I can count today, and my body’s sore just thinking about it.

I push him away with all my strength, but he doesn’t budge. “Don’t you dare.”

His hot tongue flattens on my neck, licking a path to my ear. “Just one more time.”

Heat floods between my thighs, and I can’t help but rock my hips against him. “That’s what you said last time.”

Matthias rests his forehead against mine, his breath fanning over my lips as his cock notches against my entrance. We both gasp as he sinks inside of me, filling me completely.

“Every time you tell me no, your pussy sucks me in deeper.”

He nibbles on my jaw, and I let my head fall back.

“One more time.”

I’d been surprised when Matthias handed me yellow flannel pajamas with teddy bear heads printed on them and told me to get into bed before disappearing back into the bathroom. They’re soft and warm, and the second I put them on, I could feel myself growing sleepy.

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