Page 38 of Sold to the Devil
“You really need to stop reading my mind,” I snort, irritated but amused, rolling my eyes.
He chuckles before resting his forehead against mine.
“Never,” he whispers.
He pulls back and places a kiss on the top of my head, sending a thousand shivers down my spine.
“Well, our first class is Charms with Burke. We should go to the main hall and have some breakfast first.”
“Sure, let's go,” I nod and start walking towards the door but stop dead in my tracks, forcing Mattheo to do the same so he doesn't bump into me.
“Wait! You have to show me Dawson's friends during class! Oh, and what about us? Does everyone in the magical world know about us?”
I tilt my head to the side to look at him over my shoulder.
“I'll show them to you, don't worry,” he nods. “And I believe it will be announced publicly soon, so no, not yet. Only the disciples in my father's inner circle know for now,” he shrugs.
“Does that mean we have to behave like friends?” I frown and bite my lower lip in a nervous tic.
He laughs devilishly and comes to stand in front of me. He grabs my chin between his fingers and rubs his nose against mine. My heart races and I gasp slightly.
“So every boy in this fucking academy can flirt with you? I don’t think so. You belong to me, my angel. Don’t forget that,” he snarls, his dark eyes fixed on mine.
I roll my eyes as a small smile plays on my face, betraying how much I like his words.
“So that means you belong to me too?” I ask innocently, looking at him from under my eyelashes.
“What do you think?” He chuckles, rolling his eyes. “Of course it does, my angel.”
I begin to feel more confident and let my hand rest where the first buttons of his blouse are open, gently brushing my fingers over his tanned skin. I maintain my innocent gaze through my lashes, not failing to notice how his breathing is now ragged and how his eyes are darkening as they are fixed on my face.
“Are you going to make me yours in front of the whole school, Mattheo?” My fingers move to his tie, gently playing with it.
His hand leaves my chin and grabs my throat, squeezing gently in warning. His head shifts to the side, his lips lightly brushing my ear. Shivers run down my spine and I gasp again.
“Careful, my love. Don't start something you can't finish,” he spits venomously.
He brings his face back to mine, his lips hovering over mine. My breath hitches and I blink, fighting the urge to close my eyes and crush my lips to his. I won’t give in first.
“Is that what you want, slut? Me claiming you as mine in front of everyone?”
I squeeze my thighs together to soothe the pain in my core. The little bastard knows what he's doing. He knows what I'm playing at and laughs devilishly, his tongue licking his lips to moisten them.
“Am I turning you on, my angel?” He tilts his head to the side, his lips still inches from mine, torturing me even more.
I nod and he squeezes my throat tighter, making me gasp harder.
“Use your words, slut,” he spits through gritted teeth.
“Yes,” I stutter.
He smiles mischievously before pulling away from me. I whimper at the lack of contact and he chuckles darkly.
“So needy,” he clicks his tongue in mocking disapproval. “You must be patient, my love. We're going to be late for class.”
He winks as he leaves the dorm, leaving me stunned. Did he just-? Oh, what a bastard!
The idiot ran off to breakfast without me, leaving me to find my way back to the main hall on my own. Luckily, I found it easily. I see the group sitting in the middle of the wizarding table and walk over to them, slightly angry at my idiot fiancé. I sit between Nancy and him, noticing the smirk on his face. I roll my eyes and ignore him as I greet everyone.
