Page 3 of Taking Adalisa (Montgomery Syndicate #2)

“You want to.” He leans in and kisses my forehead. “You want to turn and run for me, but something’s holding you back. People? I have somewhere private we can play cat and mouse if you want.”

I open and close my mouth several times, too stunned to actually speak. I never thought I would find someone who would speak to my soul, but Matthias is doing that very thing. Where was he a while ago when I was giving up on anything like this?

Shaking my head, I take a step back. I can’t be thinking about how perfect he is for me. I can’t when he literally knows so much about me. Technically, I’ve never met him before. Do I have a stalker?

“I can see those wheels turning in your head. Give in. Run,” he eggs me on. “Come on. Run for me, let those wings fly.”

I tilt my body to the right, getting ready to dash away from him.

“Fly away, but don’t get used to it. Once I catch you, I’ll clip those pretty wings so you stay near me.” His finger trails down my left arm, making me still.

“N-no,” I stutter out, cursing in my head for showing weakness.

Matthias isn’t the type to show weakness to. Not when he could use it for anything, and I wouldn’t have a clue until it is too late.

“Not going to run for me?” Matthias asks. “Too bad. I was looking forward to a good chase and then fucking you later. Making you sleep in my bed. I would wake you up with my mouth on you. Or maybe I would just slip right in because you’re always going to be wet for me, aren’t you?”

I don’t say anything.

“You’re wet for me right now, aren’t you?” He cocks his head to the side.

I let out a shaky breath, keeping silent, and a smirk tugs on his face.

“Oh, Little bit,” he murmurs. “You think keeping quiet will keep you safe? You’re wrong. So wrong, but that’s okay. I’ll just have to show you.”

Before I even realize he’s moved, Matthias has me turned around, his arms wrapped around my waist as he holds me flush against him.

“You feel so good against me,” he moans. “Just think about me inside of you. Feeling you clench around me as I pound into your tight pussy.”

My thighs clench together as arousal floods me. Everything in me wants to beg him to do just that. But I shouldn’t, not when he’s throwing up red flags like he’s bidding on something he desperately wants.

No.

Matthias is dangerous. I don’t need that, and I especially don’t need to bring it into my life and the people around me.

I can’t let that happen.

“I think you like that.” He runs his teeth along my neck. “I think you like the thought of me pounding into you, showing you who’s boss and how much pleasure I can bring to you.”

I shake my head slightly.

“Lies. Do you know what naughty girls get?” he asks.

I shake my head again, not trusting my mouth to betray me.

“Naughty girls get a trip over Daddy’s lap,” he murmurs. “They get a spanking, but then all is forgiven.”

My legs start to shake, threatening to buckle underneath me. I shouldn’t be attracted to him and the things he is saying, but everything in me is pushing me toward Matthias.

“I think you’ll like that, too, but we won’t know until we try it. Do you want to try it tonight?” he asks, his arm tightening around my body.

“N-no,” I stutter as I push against his thick arms. “I need to go home.”

“Hmm, Daddy didn’t say you could go home yet. Do you want to give our new friends a show? Show them how deeply in love we are?”

It’s like cold water splashes over me. “I don’t love you.”

“But you will,” he whispers in my ear. “You’ll love me soon enough.”

“No, I won’t. I don’t want anything to do with you. I don’t want to be near you right now. I need to go home.” I push at his hold again, trying to break free, but he doesn’t budge. “Are your arms made out of steel?”

He chuckles but keeps hold of me.

“Let me go or I’m going to scream for help. Someone will hear,” I force out as I claw at his arms.

“No one is going to stop me,” he grits out in frustration.

I look around and realize he’s right. No one is out here to help us, and the people inside the bar aren’t paying us any attention. They are in their own world and think we are in love.

“I’ll get away from you and call the police,” I threaten.

I need to get out of his arms and far enough away to have time to call the police. That’s the only problem I’m facing right now.

“The police won’t do anything for you,” he growls. “They’ll see me and turn the other way like they didn’t see a thing.”

Dread fills my stomach, and I push at his arms even harder.

“But I’m feeling generous tonight,” he drawls. “Tonight… tonight I’ll let you go home without me, but sooner rather than later, you’ll realize you are mine, you will always be mine. You and I were made for each other, and there will never be a time when you don’t think about me.”

I scoff and turn when he lets me go. “Don’t flatter yourself. I won’t ever think of you again.”

He smirks and folds his arms over his chest. I lick my lips at the sight of his muscles. The things he could do to me with his arms are infinite. I never thought I would be a forearm girl, but looking at Matthias’ makes me weak at the knees.

“You’ll think of me every minute.” Matthias gives me a knowing look. “You’ll think of me so much that you’ll wear the bracelet to show me you want me to fuck you while you sleep.”

I chuckle. “I don’t own any bracelets to wear.”

“You’ve been wearing one all night.” He points at my arm and raises an eyebrow.

Looking down, my mouth hangs open when I realize there is a bracelet on my wrist, a simple silver, chain-linked band.

“Wear that when you go to bed and you’ll find yourself waking up with me inside you, giving you the best pleasure you’ve ever had,” he purrs.

“No way. This is coming off when I get home, and I’ll be putting it in the trash. I won’t ever think of you again. Get that through your thick skull already.” I roll my eyes, turn around, and start to walk off.

A heavy swat lands on my bottom, and I yelp, spinning around and glaring at Matthias.

“You did not just spank me,” I accuse him.

“Don’t you ever roll your eyes at me again,” he growls.

Without replying, I turn and leave, not giving him the time of day. “If I want to roll my eyes at you, I can and will. You can’t do anything about it.”

“We’ll see about that, Little bit,” he calls out as I get further away from him.