Chapter 27 FALLING INTO THE TRAP
NOVA'S POV
Matthias's house was stunning. All glass and steel, perched on a hill with views of the entire city.
"I thought we were going to a restaurant?" I said as he pulled into the driveway.
"I wanted you all to myself tonight. No crowds, no interruptions." He came around and opened my door. "I had my chef prepare something special. I hope you don't mind."
I should have minded. Should have insisted on the public restaurant.
But his smile was so warm, his touch so gentle, that I ignored every warning bell.
The interior was beautiful. Minimalist design, expensive art, floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the glittering cityscape below.
"Wine?" He led me to the living room, a massive space with white leather furniture and a fireplace crackling warmly.
"Sure. Just one glass though."
"Of course." He poured us both wine from an expensive-looking bottle. Handed me a glass. "To new beginnings."
"To new beginnings," I echoed, taking a sip.
The wine was delicious. Rich and smooth with a slightly sweet, almost fruity aftertaste that lingered on my tongue.
We sat on the couch and talked about work, about the upcoming awards ceremony, about everything and nothing. I finished my first glass quickly. He refilled it without me asking.
"This wine is really good," I said, taking another long sip. "What is it?"
"A special vintage. Very rare." He smiled, watching me drink. "I'm glad you like it."
I finished the second glass. He poured me a third.
"You're trying to get me drunk," I teased, but I took the glass anyway.
"Just trying to help you relax. You seemed tense when you arrived."
He wasn't wrong. I was tense. But now I felt... loose. The tension in my shoulders had melted away.
I drank the third glass. Then the fourth. The fifth. The sixth.
Each one made me feel warmer, lighter, more free.
By the time I set down the sixth glass, something felt different. Really different.
My skin started tingling. First my fingers, then my arms, spreading across my chest and down my spine.
"Matthias," I said, my voice coming out breathless. "I feel strange."
"Strange how?" His hand rested on my thigh.
"I don't know. Hot. Really hot." I tugged at the neckline of my dress. "Is the heat too high?"
"It's the same temperature as before. You're probably just relaxed."
But it wasn't relaxing. It was something else. Something intense.
The heat intensified, spreading through my entire body like wildfire. My face flushed. My chest felt tight. Every breath made my skin feel more sensitive.
"God, it's so hot in here," I gasped, fanning myself with my hand. It didn't help.
And then something else started. A throbbing between my legs. An ache that made me press my thighs together.
I stood up abruptly, needing to move, needing air, needing something. But standing made it worse. The room tilted slightly and that heat, that unbearable heat, pooled low in my belly.
My pussy was getting wet. I could feel it. I could feel myself getting slick and ready and I didn't understand why.
"Nova, are you okay?" Matthias stood too.
"I'm burning up." I pressed my hands to my cheeks. They were on fire. "And I feel... I feel..."
Horny. The word popped into my head. I felt desperately, overwhelmingly horny.
I started pacing, trying to cool down, trying to make sense of what was happening. My dress felt too tight. Too constricting. Everything touching my skin felt like too much and not enough at the same time.
My nipples hardened, rubbing against the lace of my bra with every movement. The friction made me gasp.
My heart was racing. My breathing came faster. And this ache between my legs was getting impossible to ignore.
I looked at Matthias and suddenly he wasn't just handsome. He was everything. Every nerve ending in my body screamed to get closer to him. To have him touch me. To have him inside me.
"Matthias," I breathed, stopping in front of him. "Something's wrong with me."
"What do you mean?"
"I feel... I can't explain it." My pussy clenched around nothing and I whimpered. "I need you. Right now. I need you so bad."
Before he could respond, before he could say anything, I crashed my lips against his.
The kiss was hungry, desperate, nothing like the careful kisses we'd shared before. I kissed him like I was starving and he was the only thing that could satisfy me.
He made a surprised sound against my mouth but I didn't care. I pushed my tongue between his lips, tasting him, devouring him.
My hands were everywhere. In his hair, on his chest, pulling him closer, closer, never close enough.
"Nova, what—" he tried to say when I pulled back for air.
"Don't talk." I kissed him again, harder this time. "I need you to touch me. Please."
I grabbed his hands and placed them on my waist, then slid them down to my ass, squeezing his fingers so he'd grip me harder.
"Like this," I panted against his mouth. "Touch me like you mean it."
His hands tightened on my ass and I moaned. The sound surprised me but I couldn't stop it.
"Fuck, Nova," he groaned. "You're—"
I didn't let him finish. I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, my dress riding up around my hips. The position pressed me right against him and I could feel him getting hard.
"Yes," I whimpered, grinding down against his growing erection. "Oh god, yes. I need this. I need you hard for me."
I started moving on his lap, rolling my hips, seeking friction against my throbbing clit. My hands fisted in his shirt.
"I need this off," I said, yanking at his shirt. "Off. Now."
He reached for his buttons but his fingers were too slow. Too careful.
"Too slow!" I grabbed his shirt with both hands and pulled hard. Buttons flew everywhere, scattering across the floor.
"Jesus!" Matthias gasped.
"I don't care." I shoved the ruined shirt off his shoulders. "I need to feel your skin. I need you naked. I need everything."
My hands ran over his bare chest, his abs, memorizing every ridge and valley. My nails scraped against his skin and he groaned.
"Please," I begged, still grinding against him. The friction wasn't enough. Would never be enough until he was inside me. "Please, Matthias. I'm dying. My pussy is throbbing. I'm so wet. I need you to fuck me."
"More what, baby?"
"Everything! Your dick! Your mouth! Your hands! I don't care!" I kissed him frantically. "Just please do something! I can't take this anymore!"
He stood up, lifting me with him. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked, biting his neck, sucking on his skin, marking him.
"Somewhere more comfortable."