mattheo riddle brothers bestfriend

part two

(Your pov)

no matter how hard you tried to not think about him, brunette curls and dreamy hazel eyes constantly plagued your mind. it was hell. and to make matters worse mattheo acted like nothing had happened in the kitchen, he had been frustratingly normal apart from the few times you caught him looking at you with an intensity that felt like it could set you alight. it made you question your sanity.

after days of replaying yours and mattheo's weird interaction in your head over and over you decided to just move on, it was nothing. and even if you did find him attractive he was a dick, that hadn't changed.

a few days later, you were in your room getting ready for a family friends party. you had chose your simple but elegant black silk dress, it stopped mid thigh, high enough to intrigue but not too high to be deemed scandalous. you had loosely curled your hair and let it cascade down your back, finishing the look off with simple but glowy make up.

you heard your parents call you down, so you applied an extra layer of lipgloss for luck and made your way down the stairs. When you reached the bottom all eyes were on you.
"Finally, maybe we will make the end of the party" you ignored Theo's snarky comment and flipped him off.
"You look beautiful hun" your mums eyes glittered with pride. You gave your mum a small smile before reluctantly looking at the last person in the room. And all air left your lungs. Standing clad in a full black suit was Mattheo. You couldn't stop the butterflies swarming around your stomach as you took him in. You dragged your eyes up to meet his and you were met with an indecipherable look. What was he thinking?

(His pov)

How did I end up in this situation? Lusting after y/n y/l/n. My best friends sister. I could never hurt Theo like that, he was the first person who didn't judge me for my family, I trusted him with my life, and he was the closest thing I had to a brother. Yet here I was thinking about how much I wanted to wrap y/n's soft hair around my fist, claim her as mine and explore every inch of those lush curves. When she walked down in that dress it took everything in me to not show a visible reaction, but just the sight of her could bring me to my knees.

It felt like time had paused and it was just me and y/n in our own little world as we stared back at each other. Her lips parted and I focused on her shallow breaths and the rise and fall of her chest. It looks like I'm not the only one affected by the tension between us. Her dad's voice broke our little bubble.
"Right come on guys, lets get going"
Y/n was first to break our eye contact as she dragged her eyes away from mine and walked over to her mum. Her absence left me with an empty feeling which was ridiculous, she hadn't even said anything to me, we just had a few seconds of eye contact, yet I missed her? I was well and truly fucked.

I looked over at Theo who was looking at me with a strange look, shit. Guilt blossomed in my stomach, I had to control myself. Y/n was my biggest temptation, but I had to resist. No matter what.

(Your pov)

A few hours into the party you had tried to drown out thoughts of mattheo with alcohol, emphasis on the word tried. You had failed miserably, and now not only were you obsessing over your few seconds of eye contact with Mattheo but you also couldn't think straight with the hazy alcohol induced fog clouding your mind. Mattheo was lounging on the sofa with a dark look on his face as he watched you sway your hips to the music. Sensing his glare you decided to put on a little show for him and began dancing on the guy next to you. Bad idea. All it took was 2 minutes and he was up and by your side.
"Y/n time to go home. Now."
"I will go home when I want to go home, thank you though" You knew you were playing with fire but maybe you wanted to get burnt.
The look on his face sent a strong ache to your core causing your mouth to dry. Desperately trying to hold your ground, you met his glare with a fierce stare of your own, but he was too intense and you quickly gave in.
"Fine, but only because I want too, not because you told me too." A ghost of a smile passed over his face "whatever you say princess."

Theo had snuck off with some girl like he normally did, so Mattheo let your parents know he was walking you back to the house. The walk back was silent, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife though neither of you chose to break the silence. When you made it back to the house Mattheo walked you up to your room. you had barely made it to your bed before you collapsed from exhaustion.
"Y/n, you need to get ready for bed"
"No. Too tired" you mumbled.
mattheo let out a sigh before you felt his grip on your ankle, you sat up to see what he was doing and the sight before you sent an ache to your core. He was down on his knees undoing your heels for you. You don't know whether it was the alcohol or just his presence but you felt a wave of confidence.
"You look good down on your knees riddle"

He stilled for a minute, you thought maybe he hadn't heard you but the change in his breathing was enough proof that he had. other than that he showed no reaction and continued taking off your heels. Frustration filled you and you couldn't stop yourself.
"Are we just going to keep ignoring the tension between us?"
"Y/n not right now, you are drunk"
"Im not drunk Mattheo. I barely had anything to drink and the walk back sobered me up anyway. You are just using that as an excuse to not have this conversation"

"Do you want to know the truth y/n? Do you want me to tell you that I want you more than I have ever wanted someone before? That I would do anything to feel you beneath me and to mark every inch of your body, fuck you over and over again until you can't even remember your own name, just to prove you are mine? And that I hate myself for even thinking about doing that to Theo, and that I hate you even more for tempting me? Is that what you wanted to hear?"
His words painted a picture in your head and all you wanted was for him to do exactly what he just said.
"Then fuck me like you hate me mattheo" you purred.

He stared at you for a minute and you could see the war raging in his head.
"You don't know what you are asking me to do y/n"
"mattheo, yes I-"
"Goodnight y/n" he cut you off and walked out the door without looking back at you

(His pov)

Adrenaline was pumping through my veins as I closed the bedroom door behind me and rested my head against it. Fuckkkk. I hated myself for what I was about to do but I couldn't resist anymore.  The way y/n looked at me had broken down all my defences. 'Then Fuck me like you hate me mattheo' the moment replayed over and over again until I couldn't take it anymore.

I stormed back into the room, grabbed y/n and smashed my lips onto hers. I was going to regret this. But it was hard to care when I had her in my arms.

From one taste I knew I was addicted.

Fuck.