Page 33 of Sold to the Devil
I'm not surprised to see he's still looking at me, his eyes have darkened and his jaw is set. I smirk, noticing how pissed he is. I decide to add fuel to the fire and turn to Theo as my smirk widens.
“Sorry, Theo, wrong Rigast,” I shrug innocently.
Their jaws drop as Tom smirks proudly in turn. Mattheo slams his fist on the table, and I feel proud because I don't flinch this time. I turn to him, noticing the absolute rage dancing in his eyes with satisfaction.
He's standing there, his fist still on the table, his furious gaze never leaving me. I raise an eyebrow, silently daring him to do anything in front of everyone.
To my surprise, he reaches across the table in one fluid motion, grabs my arm, forcing me to my feet before dragging me out of the main hall. I don't fight back, I’m dying to know what he has to say now that he knows I've taken playing his game seriously.
I wink at my cousin as she laughs and shakes her head. I see everyone's eyes on us and hear Nancy telling them it's nothing, to go fuck themselves and mind their own business.
‘You can explain everything to the group.’
I speak to Tom through my mind. I see him nod before turning to our friends to tell them what's going on.
I turn to Mattheo just as we exit the hall. The doors close behind us and he quickly pushes me against the wall as if no one is there. As if it's just the two of us.
One of his hands wraps around my throat while the other holds me in place against the wall near my waist. I stare at him with a devilish grin. He's fuming, and I'm pleased to see I have him exactly where I want him.
Checkmate.
“What is it, Mattheo?” I tilt my head as best I can with his hand on my throat, wanting to be provocative. “You don't like the idea of me having fun with someone other than you? Why? You had fun last night, right? I think I deserve to have some fun too,” I shrug, my smile widening.
He squeezes my throat in warning as his nose brushes against mine. I can practically see the steam rising from his ears. In that moment, it doesn't matter that I'm pinned against a wall and at his mercy: I feel powerful.
“You slept with my fucking brother?” He spits through gritted teeth, his eyes black with rage.
“Jealous?” I answer in a mocking voice.
He rolls his head back, chuckling darkly, and I stiffen as I feel the familiar sensation of teleportation. I'm impressed that he managed to get us back to our dorm. I thought teleportation wasn't possible on academy grounds?
I'm still pressed against the wall, his hands still on my throat and waist. His foot pushes my legs apart and he places his knee between them. The hand on my waist comes to rest next to my head now that his knee is holding me in place. He brings his face closer to mine, placing his lips millimeters from mine. My breath hitches as my eyes widen but don't leave his.
“Now why would I be jealous, love? After all, you're the one who went and fucked my brother because I slept with someone else. It seems you're the one who's jealous, sweetie,” he whispers in an arrogant voice. “Is that why you did it? To try to make me jealous? To think I thought you were an innocent little girl. Turns out you're a little slut, aren't you, angel?”
My heart rate quickens, and I feel myself getting wet at his words. The excitement I felt kissing Tom earlier is nothing compared to what I feel now. Mattheo hasn't touched me yet, and I'm already soaking wet.
I want to squeeze my thighs together to soothe the burning sensation in my core, but his knee stops me. Of course, Mattheo notices how turned on I am and he smiles devilishly as desire floods his chocolate-colored eyes. He moves even closer, our lips practically touching now, but he's still too far away for my liking.
“I think you deserve punishment, my angel. On your knees,” he orders in a low voice.
I freeze. I've never done anything like this before. I've read about this kind of thing in my novels, but I have no idea what to expect. He notices my hesitation and lowers his head, his lips brushing against my ear, his hot breath making me shiver.
“Do I need to repeat myself, slut? On. Your. Knees.”
I swallow. I hate how much I want this. I want to do anything he asks me to do. I want it and I hate myself for it, as much as I hate him right now.
So I slowly get down on my knees and glare at him through my eyelashes, patiently waiting for him to guide me because I don't know how. A low growl rips from his throat as he looks at me and his chest begins to move rapidly up and down as his breathing quickens.
“Fuck,” he mumbles. “Unbuckle my belt and pull down my pants, angel.”
I start to do as he says, with shaky hands, my eyes now focused on them. I can see that he is already hard, and I start to get even more nervous. He's huge. His pants slide down to his ankles, and I look back up at him. He raises an eyebrow, silently telling me to continue. My fingers grip the waistband of his boxers, and I pull them down, letting his cock spring free. My eyes widen when I realize he's bigger than I thought previously.
“Now suck, slut,” he spits, his voice hard but full of desire.
I swallow again. I remember something in one of the books I've read and I slowly take his cock in my hand, stroking it up and down. He hisses at the sensation and his hand runs through my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling hard. I wince but squeeze my legs together as I feel even more turned on by his actions.
“Don't play,” he growls. “Open that pretty mouth.”
