Chapter 4

*Matilda*

As I continued to plan my escape, darkness engulfed the room as Samson clicked on the light switch.

I tensed up as he moved to climb on the bed. Once he sat there, he touched my hand and tensed.

Pulling the duvet away, his large brown eyes met mine.

“Maya, what are you doing hiding here? Was it because of your mother?” he asked me, his eyes narrowed with a mocking glint.

“No. I…” I tried to explain, but my words were incoherent. The alcohol I drank made my words float in the air.

“What’s wrong? You ain’t going to say anything?” He leaned closer to me and kissed my forehead.

I froze at the softness of his lips pressed against my forehead. My heart exploded with warmth.

This was my sister’s fiancé. I shouldn’t have anything to do with him.

Before I could pull away from the soft kiss that he had planted on my forehead, his hand moved to my body and he pulled me closer and pressed his lips against mine.

Can’t he tell us apart?

Right. Maya and I are identical. We have the same golden locks that glow under the sunlight.

Due to our natural beauty, Maya didn’t consider dyeing her hair or wearing wigs. She loves to braid her hair. While I weave mine all back and let it fall behind my back.

Samson didn’t give me time to explain that I’m not Maya. His hands moved to my back to find my dress zipper and he pulled it away.

I tried to stop him, but my hands couldn’t push him away.

“This is wrong…” I managed to voice out, but his lips silenced mine as he licked all over my cheeks and down to my chest.

“You’re my fiancée, Maya. Nothing is wrong about this. You smell so different tonight, but I like your surprise.”

Before I could protest, Samson’s hand was already pulling off my dress. His lips attacked my breast. “You’re so wet for me. Your breasts are bigger too.” His lips captured my nipples as he sucked them passionately.

“Mmm.” I moaned. This is wrong. I tried to stop him, but my heart froze each time he looked at my face. He’s so handsome, like a sculpted figure. How can a man be as attractive as a woman? He had sharp features—full lips, high cheekbones, sharp jawline and muscular build.

Before I could finish admiring his body, he was erect and unclad before me.

“I know you want me,” he muttered before reaching for me on the bed.

I shook my head to stop him, but he turned me over to take me from behind. How many times had Maya had sex with him?

When he penetrated me, I groaned silently. He paused, trying to fit in.

“Why so tight, babe?” he asked, not wanting to let go of my body.

I felt irritated that I was losing myself to my sister’s fiancé. He had been with her. He loved her. They are engaged. I wanted to pull away as disgust boiled in my veins. I almost thought for a heartbeat that Maya and he hadn’t done this and were probably waiting until after marriage. But who was I kidding?

Samson Finley is a billionaire CEO at 28. He’s the most sought after bachelor by many women. So I’m not surprised Maya has slept with him.

Silent tears spilled down my cheeks as Samson rolled himself into me, pushing deeper, aiming for my womb.

“Please…” my silent moans and sobs filled the room. But he took it that I’m asking for more.

Like a pro, he thrust into me, taking me from behind. Once he reached his climax, I collapsed on the bed, shaking. My body spasmed at the multitude of orgasms Samson filled me with.

I thought it would end there, and he would allow me to sleep, but he was on me again, kissing my lips as he parted my legs and slid his erect cọck into me again.

I couldn’t stop him. My body betrayed me. The alcohol clouded my senses and the way he kissed me, like I was Maya, made me desire his touch, even though I knew Maya would kill me. She has bragged about Samson to my face, flaunted the diamond engagement ring he gave her and spat in my face, telling me I would die a virgin because no man wants a clumsy woman like me.

I silently sobbed with each relentless thrust from Samson, taking my body like pórn star.

His hands on my legs, holding them wide apart that you would think he was featuring and acting in a pórn movie.

“You’re so sweet, Maya!” he moaned in pleasure when he slowed down and climaxed against me.

His heavy weight pressed mine into the bed. He didn’t pull away. His rich scent of honey and ginger filled my nostrils as his lips claimed mine and he groaned to get his release.

Finally, he rolled off me, catching his breath. “How’s my performance?” he asked, pulling me against him.

I smiled. “Great.”

Deep down, I wanted to scream, “Rough. Like a pórn star. For fụck’s sake, we ain’t in a movie.”

I held my tongue. I couldn’t blow my cover. I silently prayed that I wake up before him and return to my room before anyone finds out.

Samson’s hand held my waist against him. He lay naked and kissed my shoulder, my back touching his chest.

“You’re perfect for me, Maya. And tonight, I cannot explain it, but I love your surprise. I won’t let you down,” he kissed my shoulder and back once more, but everything blurred as I fell into a deep slumber.