Page 52 of A Twisted Arrangement

I moan out his name, digging my fingers into his hair, forcing him back to me.

He groans, and his grip on my thighs tightens before he licks me again. His movements turn feral as he devours me, pullingneedy sounds from my throat. I’ve never come this many times, but I can already feel my next orgasm building. His tongue thrusts inside me as he buries his face between my legs and works me like I know his cock will.

He replaces his tongue with two fingers, slowly drawing them in and out of me before adding a third. It’s tight, and he can barely fit them, but the pressure is intoxicating.

My orgasm burst through me, sucking the breath from my lungs when his teeth graze my clit. I scream his name, chanting it until it makes little sense.

This man owns me at this moment, even if I never tell him.

He stands, lifting us both onto the bed, placing himself beneath me. My fingers fumble as they undo his shirt buttons, needing to feel his skin against mine. He helps me remove it, tossing it to the ground. Tanned muscles fill my vision, and I trace one of his brown nipples, causing a shudder to roll through him.

I could get drunk on this.I swallow hard, needing more than just his touch.

He freezes when my fingers work at his belt and trouser button, opening it, and helps me work them down his ass. Of course, he’s not wearing underwear, and I’m met by the angry, swollen head of his cock.

His entire body jerks when I run my thumb over the tip, smearing his precum. His dark gaze narrows on mine when I lift my thumb to my mouth and suck off his taste.

Matthias growls, then raises so his forehead is pressed to mine, and takes several breaths before saying, “I always knew you’d be the ruin of me.”

I huff out a breath. “If one of us is going to be ruined, it’s me.”

He pulls back, gripping my jaw hard between his thumb and forefinger. “Listen to me, Little Sparrow. You could never be ruined.” He strokes my cheek until I nod.

I kiss his chest, running my tongue along the valleys between his abs as I make my way down. I wrap my fingers around his cock as I lick the wetness from the tip. His eyes roll back, so I do it again.

I bite my lip before admitting, “This is the first time I’m doing this, so I might not be any good.”

“I’ll help you.” His hand wraps into my hair, causing several bobby pins to fall out, and guides my lips to his cock. “Stick out your tongue.”

I shiver as heat rolls through me, and I do as he says.

“Now, take my cock into your mouth.” I lower, wrapping my lips around him and earning his moan of approval. “That’s it.”

He applies gentle pressure to the back of my head, and I take more of him. He flinches beneath my touch, hips ramming upward, forcing me to take even more.

“There you go. Good girl,” he grits out between his teeth.

I swallow around him when he hits the back of my throat, taking as much as I can.

He grips my hair hard enough to sting and thrusts his cock into my mouth, taking over the rhythm. I hum at the loss of his control and take him even deeper.

“Scarlet.” He grunts out my name as hot liquid fills my throat.

I lift my head, smiling. “Did I do good?”

“Jesus Christ.” He hauls me underneath him and kisses up my neck, so soft it could be mistaken for affection. The thought warms my chest before I can push it down. We lie there collapsed, catching our breaths for several minutes before he gets up.

“Do you want some water?”

I swallow hard, my throat dry. “Yes, please.”

He goes to the desk, where there’s already a pitcher filled, and pours me a glass, bringing it to me. “You first.”

I drink the cool liquid, letting it soothe my bruised throat.

Matthias sits on the bed beside me and grabs something from the bedside table before stroking my cheek with his thumb. He trails his hand down to mine before entwining our fingers and bringing them above my head. “So fucking perfect.”

Cool metal wraps around my wrist with a soft click, replacing his warmth. My eyes shoot wide when I try to pull my arm down, but it won’t move, handcuffs holding it in place.

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