Dusk and Desire - A Mattheo Riddle Story

Seven Minutes In Heaven

Damn, Nora looked fucking hot like that. Mattheo always thought she was hot—even when he hated her—but now? Merlin's Fucking Beard. It was taking everything in him not to bend her over in front of everyone and bury himself inside of her. He didn't even care they'd have an audience. At least they'd get a damn good show.

When she walked in limping on her poor leg with her arms wrapped around her body like a tight shield, some protective instinct arose in him. He'd jogged over to her with a smile on his face, hoping that it would put her at ease after the hell of a weekend she'd had.

Of course, he'd noticed instantly how attractive she looked. His pants had gotten tighter just from one look at her in that dress. It was a deep red (his favorite color) with a low neckline that made her large, perky breasts stick out just enough to drive him wild. It was short, very short, which made him wonder just how easy it would be to slip his hand under the hand and discover how wet she was.

Her dark eyes and red lips made her look like the vixen he knew she could be while her dark blonde curls were surprisingly down. Mattheo wasn't sure he'd ever seen her with her hair all the way down and he had to admit, he liked it. She looked more at ease, more like herself.

Plus, it would be easier to grab later.

Yes, the bet was finally fucking over. In fact, his friends had just paid up with the forty galleons that sat in his pocket before they began with a new round of bets, one that included Theo having to give up smoking for two weeks, something he agreed to much quicker than Mattheo thought.

But when she walked in, she took all of his attention. She looked so stunning and yet so vulnerable. He just wanted to wrap her in his arms and kiss every inch of her face—and fuck her afterward, of course. Perhaps if tonight went well, he would.

He kept stealing glances while everyone was chatting, noticing not only her sexy outfit but the way she just seemed off tonight. A little less like Nora.

No one wants me here. There was something wrong with the way she said that. Other than it being a blatant fucking lie—which it was because he wanted her there more than anything and not just because he wanted to see the way his cock looked with that red lipstick around it—it just seemed off. The Nora Rosier he knew would never say something like that. The Nora Rosier he knew would pretend like she was too good for this party and then leave.

"Hey, princess, can I speak with you for a second?" He muttered under his breath. She turned and looked at him, eyes completely confused. Mattheo just ignored it and said loudly to the group, "Nora forgot her crutches so we're headed up to her room to grab them." He turned to Enzo with a wink. "Don't worry, cap. I'm doing my duty."

Enzo rolled his eyes before waving his hand. "Just don't kill each other."

Mattheo grinned and helped Nora stand before leading them to the staircase with an arm wrapped around her waist. She felt small in his arms, though that was probably because he'd been working out lately. Not to brag but Mattheo's muscles looked pretty damn good.

"I don't need your help," Nora grumbled under her breath even though she was actively leaning into his embrace.

"Everyone needs help sometimes. Even you," he teased. She glared at him but allowed him to still help her up the stairs.

They quickly reached Nora's room. She unlocked the door and led him in before saying, "You know, I was doing just fine without my—"

But she was cut off by his body pushing her into the door with a thud. Nora gasped and placed her hands on his chest as if she was about to push him away. He stopped her by placing his lips on her neck, kissing it with a warm, open mouth.