25. Scarlet
Chapter 25
Scarlet
Matthias smiles before 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.
Lust fills every molecule in my being as he dominates me, cock rocking against my ass, hand tightening nearly painfully around my wrist.
I gasp for breath, panting into the leather fabric as his hand travels beneath me, pinching my already hard nipple between his finger and thumb.
I moan, face buried in the seat.
He lifts my hips just enough to push the hem of my dress above my waist, allowing my legs to spread further apart.
He uses the space to thrust his hardness against my core.
I hate the barrier between us, and I whine deep in my throat as I move against him, searching for more.
“Matthias,” I hiss through my teeth.
“ Fuck it .” The sound of his zipper lowering fills the narrow space, and my body trembles beneath him. Never in a million years did I think I would lose my virginity in the back of a car to Matthias Everette, but nothing in me wants to stop him.
Our bodies shift when the car comes to a halt.
“I’m going to kill him.” Matthias nips my neck before pulling back and flipping me over.
The door opens behind him, and heat fills my cheeks.
“Look at me, Scarlet.”
I meet Matthias’s dark eyes. He’s panting just as hard as I am, face flushed red. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”
I don’t stop to think, wrapping my arms around him without protest.
He grabs me by my ass and envelops my legs around his waist, kissing me hard as he hauls me out of the car. I cling to him as he devours my mouth, taking any rational thought with him.
I vaguely process the fact that we’re moving into his house, the doors opening without us stopping. He takes the stairs two at a time, one hand banded under my ass and the other holding me tight so with each step, his hard cock pushes directly into my clit.
“Don’t....” I moan. “I’m going to come.”
He doesn’t stop, rocking against me, shattering my mind with my second orgasm of the night. I collapse, body heavy, and rest my head against his neck.
“That’s it, Scarlet,” he says as he lowers me, discards my shoes, and slips my dress above my head, leaving me naked in front of him, then guides me back to sit on the bed.
Matthias wraps his lips around the peak of my breast, sucking my nipple between his teeth. My core pulses with need, and I don’t bother to fight my moans. Not with how his tongue expertly laps over my sensitive skin. Any thought or worry I have vanishes.
His calloused palm grazes up the smooth skin of my waist before taking the full weight of the breast he’s not tasting in his hand and pushes down hard on my nipple, stealing a gasp from my lips. The way he nips and sucks has my hips rolling to get closer to him, chasing friction to get to my release. I wiggle, trying to move forward, momentarily distracted by the effort.
Matthias pinches my nipple hard, and I let out a mix of a squeal and a moan. When he has my full attention, his dark eyes stay on mine as he licks the sore tip to ease the pain.
Shit, that was hot.
“If you want something, ask.” He drags me forward until my butt is balanced precariously on the edge of the mattress. He steadies me with one hand and grips my knee with the other. “Open for me, Little Sparrow.”
I should fight against him, but I don’t want to. Even as he ignored me, there has always been a part of me that wanted him. Wanted him to choose me in the end.
I spread my legs and suck in a breath when he drops to his knees in front of me. In all the years I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him bow to anyone. His big, powerful body is between my thighs, looking up at me with lust-filled eyes. The power that always surrounds him is flowing through me. His words replay in my head. If you want something, ask.
“Touch me.”
His hands slide up my bare thighs, pushing my legs wider until his shoulders rest between them. He waits until I vibrate with need before running his thumb along my slit. I can feel myself grow wetter as his gaze follows the strokes of his thumb, but nothing prepared me for Matthias dropping his face between my knees and dragging his tongue over my clit.
He sits back, a sly grin barely pulling at the corner of his lips, and his inky black gaze pierces mine. “You taste delicious.”
Right now, he’s the wolf, and I’m the lamb.
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, pulling needy 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.
“Matthias?” I say, shock rolling through me.
He trails his thumb over my lips, then pushes it into my mouth. “You’re mine.”
“This isn’t funny, Matthias.” I jerk on my wrist until the steel cuts into my skin. “Let me go.”
“Never.” He shakes his head.
“What?”
The room starts to swirl around me. My eyes grow heavy. I’m too stunned to stop him from kissing my temple and whispering in my ear.
“Happy birthday, Little Sparrow.”