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Her body shudders, and a rosy blush fills her cheeks, but her lips clamp shut, and her eyes shoot to a giddy Hannah.

They conspired to fuck with me, but in the end, it’s Viv’s who’s gonna get fucked.

I’ll make damn sure she likes it.

Vivian

WELL… THAT WAS BALLSY

Fire burned in my belly for the remainder of our time at Hannah’s Thanksgiving table, and anticipation made it so I could hardly stand on my own as we said our goodbyes and made our way for the door. But now, the second Matt parks out front of what appears to be an old, abandoned, three-story warehouse, my nerves come sprinting forward at full force.

My legs quiver, and my stomach tumbles. But he cuts the engine and takes his keys, then turning to me, he grabs my jaw so it almost hurts, and holds me captive while our lips touch and his tongue duels with mine.

He’s possessive and sure. Demanding and unapologetic about it.

“Thought it would be cute to test me tonight?” He slides his free hand into my top and strokes my ribs so goosebumps race along my skin and stop at the base of my neck. “Did you expect me to stand down and let another man touch you?”

I drop my head back and close my eyes. Because I guess I thought we were getting out. But his mouth on my neck says otherwise, and my legs are made of jello, anyway.

“He wanted what was mine.” Matt latches onto the spot where my shoulder and neck meet, and bites down until a soft whimper rolls along my throat. “He touched what belongs to me, Ana.” He brings his hand to the front of my torso and up to cup my breast. “And you just… let it happen.”

A playful grin slides along my lips—not because Drake was ever going to get more than he already did at the table, with twenty other people present, but because Matteo’s possessive streak sends bolts of pleasure sprinting through my veins.

He’s an inferno, consuming everything in his path. But I can’t find a single shred of willpower to stand up and say I don’t like it.

In fact… I love it.

“He wasn’t an escort.” I groan as his finger and thumb circle my nipple. “He was someone’s friend.”

“Not your friend.” He practically crawls over me, shoving my legs apart and grinding his hardened cock over my jean-clad core. “You don’t get to be his buddy anymore. He touched.”

I choke out a soft laugh, but that quickly turns to a whimper when he slips his hand into my jeans and past my panties.

“Did you think I’d sit there and eat my dinner while he was flirting with you across the table?” He slides two thick fingers inside my pussy, and swallows my cry when my back arches and a groan sprints along my throat. “Just eat my turkey like an obedient little eunuch while someone else was touching the woman I love?”

“Matt.” I moan as his fingers bring me pleasure. “God,” I pant. “Don’t stop.”

“Don’t act like you’re in control here, Ana.” He bites my neck and growls when a shiver vibrates from my chest. “Would you have let him kiss you?”

I shake my head and clamor for air. We’re locked in a tiny truck cab, and oxygen is quickly becoming scarce. “I wouldn’t have let him kiss me.”

“But you let him touch you?” He grinds down against my core and bruises my flesh with his steely hands.

But every move he makes sends my blood boiling hotter.

“He went public with you before I got to.”

My soft snicker ends with a choked gulp when his eyes burn above mine. “I-I’m sorry?”

He rolls his eyes and pulls away from me so the fire he possesses in his very heart leaves me shivering now that he’s gone.

It takes my mind entirely too long to understand. Then another to process the fact his fingers are on the doorhandle and not my body.

“Matt?”

“Let’s go.” He grabs my hand and yanks me across the cab toward his door, then gripping me by the hips, he lowers me into the cold and throws his arm across my shoulders when I tremble in the freezing air.

“What the hell are you doing?” I wrap myself around his body, searching for warmth as my breath comes out on white clouds. “Matt?” I look up at the building in front of us, shrouded in darkness, and gloomy enough to make me swallow. “Why are we at the steel mill?”

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