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The woven fabric of his pants creates the perfect friction. Tension tightens in my stomach, growing deep in my gut as he fucks me with his fingers.

I’m shivering in his arms, every muscle twitching with my ascending release. He grips my chin, twisting my face, and his mouth captures mine just as my orgasm crests, capturing my cries.

I collapse against him, unable to hold my own weight, my heart pounding in my ear. I need to get away from this man before I do something I won’t be able to take back.

I push him back, taking in gasping breaths, and take a step toward the door back into the hall.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He grips my wrist, tugging me back.

I need to rely on the last strands of sense I have left. “Back to the party.”

“We’re not done,” he commands.

I can feel wetness coat my thighs in response, but I yank my arm again. “We shouldn’t have started to begin with.”

“Oh, it’s way too late for that, Little Sparrow,” he says, then lifts me off my feet, the hard edge of his shoulder digging into my navel as he tosses me over and quickly ascends the stairs.

I wiggle in his arms. “Let me go, Matthias!”

He slaps my ass, the sharp crack echoing in the narrow stairwell. “For once in your life, stop being so stubborn.”

“I am not stubborn. You are out of your mind. Now, let go of me.”

Matthias shifts me down to my feet, and I relax.

“Was that so hard?”

Chapter 25

Scarlet

Matthias smilesbefore opening the door to where a car’s waiting directly outside. “Get in the car, Scarlet.”

“Not going to happen, Matthias.” I sneer out his name like I did when we were kids.

“You can get in on your own, or I can make you.”

“Oh yeah?” I shift so I’m in my fighting stance, arms at my sides, ready to move. “I’d like to see you try.”

There’s a glint in his eyes as a low laugh rumbles from his chest. “You’re gorgeous.”

His words throw me off-balance, the last thing I expected him to say.

He takes advantage of my lapse and grabs me by the waist, practically tossing me into the back seat of the car before climbing in. In what can only be described as crawling, I struggle to the other side, hindered by my dress, and pull opposite the door handle only to have Matthias’s large chest press against my back, pinning me face down into the seat, his hand landing firmly on the lock.

A quick sideways glance to the front shows the divider in place, no help from the driver.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He bites my ear and digs his cock into my ass.

I suck in a breath as he rocks into me again, the downward pressure causing my clit to rub against the seat. I try to push him off me, but he easily grabs my wrists, transferring them to one hand, and pins them out in front of me.

A low rumble forms in his throat. “I want to bury my cock into you right here.”

A shiver rolls through me, goose bumps erupting along my neck. “I can’t?—”

He nips my ear. “I’m controlling myself, but if you keep wiggling underneath me like that, I’m bound to snap.”

His words have the opposite effect, and I can’t stop myself from pushing against him. His breath is hot on my neck as he runs his tongue along the curve.

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