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“I said beg.”
“I said no.”
He was so close. I was so close. We were going to be the death of each other.
Matthew let out a scream, his dick pulsing inside me as my walls contracted around him. I bounced and I moaned as my hands grabbed the sheets from under me.
“Come, Reagan!” he instructed and I did. I came, and I came, and I came as he continued to fuck me relentlessly as the raw, primal orgasm washed through us.
He buried his head against my shoulders, our breathing haggard, our bodies sticking to each other.
My eyes were growing heavy by the time Matthew calmed down. His dick was still inside me when he pressed a soft kiss on my shoulder, then my lips.
“I won,” I whispered in the air, my body going limp. I only heard him growl before he pulled out of me. He didn’t say a word as he positioned me properly on the bed, my head hitting my soft pillow.
He left to get his pants from the living room and when he returned, I mustered enough courage to say my piece.
“I’m mad at you, Matthew,” I mewled under my breath as I pulled the covers over my shoulders.
“Why is that, Jellybean?” Matthew asked when he sat beside me on the bed, tucking a loose hair behind my ear.
“Because of the way you talked about my brother,” I admitted and I saw him nod, telling me that my reaction was valid. “I know you hate him.”
He let out a cold laugh and nodded. “I hate Ryan St. James with everything I have.”
“Why?”
“Because he stole from me and ruined my business.”
“And now you have the best luxury hotel in the world. And he has nothing. I call that a win,” I pointed out. “But it’s more than that, isn’t it?”
Matthew was quiet for a second, and something about our conversation hurt. Maybe it was because of how quietly we were talking. I wanted us to be yelling at one another instead.
“He slept with my girlfriend while I was away.” I blinked at his words, and I forced myself to sit up from the bed. I brought the covers to my chest as I rested against the headboard.
I was going to beat my brother when I saw him.
“He said he used the money he stole from me to take her to Brazil. I was in Europe at that time for work. He was supposed to go with me but he said he couldn’t because you needed him back home.”
“I didn’t.”
“I know.”
I didn’t know what to say. All I could think about was the fact that he had omitted this part of the truth from the public. And suddenly I felt guilty for my thoughts earlier. About him not letting publicize things without realizing that he had already kept part of the story quiet.
“Stop trying to mend things with me and your brother, Reagan. It’ll only happen once I have my revenge.”
“Am I it?” I asked, finally letting out the question that had been bugging my mind for weeks.
“What?”
“Your revenge?” I clarified. “Are you sleeping with me because of that? To get even? To hurt me so you could hurt him?”
His truth didn’t come as a surprise. I just wished it didn’t hurt so much. “That was the plan.” He might as well have punched me in the stomach with his words.
“And if I told you that whatever this thing between us is more than just physical for me?”
There it was. The real reason why I was pissed off this morning. Because I was afraid that he wouldn’t allow himself to look at me the way I was starting to look at him because of my brother.
