Novel & Cerita Mattheo Riddle X Reader Spicy

Cursing nonstop. “The woman in red?” Kiel teased, noticing the mestiza woman. “You look rejected by chicks,” Matt teased Rael even more. “Shut up, Matthew. If not for me, you wouldn’t get laid. How many years would you still be dry?” Rael hissed at his cousin. “I paid you more than enough, tado,” Matthew retorted. If only his cousin knew he was still celibate. He had abstained for years because of the woman he had met in Viareggio. Suddenly, he fell silent as Zenna crossed his mind.

Akira threw her question at me, asking me the same thing I had earlier wanted to avoid—the same question I had feigned ignorance about. Her gaze was fixed on me as she waited for my response, but since it had gotten to that, I knew I couldn't escape it anymore. A small smile curled my lips, and I said to her, "I can never be his mate; I'm just a poor Omega." My voice, although small, was firm enough to convey my hidden intentions—don't even think of it! But the words had barely left my lips when Akira's face broadened with a smile. "I know, Xenra, I know you can never be his mate," She said, "I was just asking. I just wanted to hear your opinion about my brother, if he was someone you could

Nick rushed out, but I knew he only offered that response because he didn’t want to tell her the actual reason… April. “Oh, I gathered that bit from watching you converse after I was done with cursing your foes. So, no, that’s not it,” Xenia easily dismissed him, and then she turned to Xander, easily discerning that he was curious enough to spill the truth. “Care to tell me?” she asked him. And boy, did he not hesitate to spill. His curiosity would be the death of us someday, I could tell. “We’re mated to the same girl,” he confessed.

Matthias lapped at her small cunt like a man starved—kissing, and sucking, and licking and drinking her until Raine was reduced to nothing but a moaning mess, burying her cries of pleasure into Ronan’s pillows and inhaling both their scents. It was like both men were there with her, the one who owned her heart, and the one her body craved. The thought both shamed and excited her. Fantasizing about her mate while his father ate her out on their bed. She felt like the worst kind of slag. It didn’t stop her from arching her back and digging her fingers into Matthias’s hair when he entered her with his tongue, and her orgasm crested. She arched her back, crying out loud enough that they must hav

****************** AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey, my lovely readers! Wow… I can’t even imagine how intense this chapter must have felt for you. Writing it, I wanted you to really feel Ricardo’s panic, his rage, and that overwhelming sense of helplessness when the people we love are in danger. And then… Matteo. Oh, Matteo. He’s dark, cunning, and completely unpredictable, isn’t he? I love exploring these dangerous, twisted dynamics because it keeps the story alive and the tension unbearable in the best way. But now, I have a little question for all of you:

he asked. I hesitated briefly, then continued. “The way she described the sex scenes. The way she framed it. It was not subtle. It was… explicit in a way that made everything else feel obvious in hindsight. You could tell she was into BDSM. I guess Richard likes that too.” Matteo did not react, but I saw the interest in the way he leaned back slightly. “And how do you feel about it now?” he asked. I looked at the camera for a moment before answering. “I feel nothing but hatred.”

“we’ll talk about that later at the estate. I’m sure it’s something related to what she asked for last time?” “I think so.” I whip my gaze away… concentrating fully on the dark terrain and inwardly screaming with joy for finally leaving that club. All those naked girls… “We’re not done, Piccolo. I’d like to know how you found out my bite could feel good.” I freeze as his palm slides over my thigh, his voice curling low against my neck. I swallow “I—“ “Don Rafaele?” Matteo’s voice cuts in, urgent, followed by the hiss of wind from the window he just cracked open.

She began to writhe against the bedclothes that were now damp with her sweat. Matthew's control was being to disappear also. He was so close to her hot, wet centre that if he licked his tongue out; it would touch that place. He really was going insane. This strange creature was driving him wild with her scent, her sounds and her taste. Every time his tongue touched her heated skin, she made a tiny erotic sound in the back of her throat and that was driving him to the edge. He gave into his desire and touched her core with his tongue. She tasted so warm and sweet, like honey. Her legs parted as he continued his exploration, his fingers joining in too. Her toes curled with pleasure.

But since her body was covered with beer, I failed to smell even a small amount of her scent so I just mocked her and thought that she was just drunk. My eyes widened, and my chest beat up so fast. I couldn't believe what was happening. Moon Goddess was somewhat moving in mysterious ways. I was shocked when I smelled Elsie's attractive scent, it was my mate's scent. I never expected this to happen. After all, all that I could smell from her last night was the alcoholic scent, and it was too strong that it took over her real scent. How could I imagine that I would meet my mate in this kind of situation?

Not even in his dreams! EXTRA: In the restaurant Mathew: *blankly staring into empty space* Mathew: *about to cry* Author: *patting his back* There, there body. Don't be sad. Mathew: You're the reason I'm like this! Author: One must do what one has to do (●ˇ∀ˇ●) Mathew: You killed my wife!!! Author: Yeah, but I gotta hit readers right where it hurts, so... Mathew:ヽ('Д')ﾉ Author: ╮(╯▽╰)╭