Before we start, I changed the picture of Matéo in chapter 3. I just like it better and he also looks younger and more suited to the character.

Enjoy.

~Xo
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Adeline Santiago's POV

When we get home, Matéo insists on helping me to get myself cleaned up.

He cleans the cuts on my hand up and carries me to our room and helps me with my shoes and socks and then my clothes before taking me to the bathroom and letting me wash off the blood from my face, considering the amount of times I hit her.

She's pregnant.

With my brother's child.

She better pray that she's telling the truth or I swear, she'll never see another day.

My thoughts are distracted, when I hear Matéo call me.

He stands in the doorway and looks concerned.

He has been so amazing these past few weeks, dealing with my horrible temper and the amount of times I have completely ignored him or just been rude.

I walk up to him.

"Yes Matéo" I respond.

"You were staring into space, I was just gonna call you to get some rest" he says.

I nod and wrap my arms around his neck.

He hugs me back and we stay like that for a little bit.

"Thank you" I say.

"For what, baby?" He asks, confused.

"For standing by me in all of this" I reply.

He holds my face and raises it so I can look him directly in the eyes.

"I promised you I would always be by your side, when I put that ring on your finger and I'm not about to compromise that, ok?" He asks and I nod at him.

I start to kiss him and for a few minutes, he kisses me back, but then pulls away.

"You need to get some rest" he breathes.

I can tell that it is just the caution talking.

He needs this...

And to be fair, so do I

I grin at him.

"Shut up" I say and I kiss him again.

This time he doesn't resist.

He pulls me closer and kisses me back, letting his hands roam.

His hands find my ass and he lifts me up.

I wrap my legs around his hips and he takes us back to the bedroom and lays me on the bed, straddling me.

"I know you didn't just tell me to shut up" he says to me.

His eyes have darkened and he stares down at me.

"And if I did?" I ask, feeling bold.

He grabs my wrists and pins them roughly above my head, before leaning down to whisper in my ear.

"What did I tell you about talking back to me?" He asks.

His voice is low and makes my heart skip.

When I don't respond, he chuckles darkly and suddenly lets go of my wrists, but doesn't get off of me.

His hands start off at my waist but then travel up my stomach and then to my back, where he takes off my top and then unhooked my bra and throws it somewhere.

He then removes his hands completely, making me feel bare.
I pout at him and he chuckles softly.

He caresses my face and I relax at his touch.

Big mistake.

He suddenly wraps his hand around my throat, choking me.

"What did I tell you about talking back, my love?" he asks me, his hands tearing away my panties.

How many of these are going to get torn apart by him?!

His eyes glint with mischief and I bite my lip, loving his tone of voice.

"Never do it" I gasp in response.

He slips two fingers into me and I can't even scream when he starts to play.

"Why?" He teases, his grip getting tighter, making me bite my lip.

"Because you'd deal me" I respond.

"And?" He asks.

"I shouldn't disrespect you baby" I moan.

"Good girl" he responds and he released me, letting me gasp for air.

Before I can fully recover though, he unzips his pants and he wears a rubber before stopping at my entrance.

"Can I?" He asks.

"Please do" I respond.

So he does, slipping into me so roughly, that I whimper.

He groans and I claw at his back, cursing a little.

He slows down a little.

"Don't" I beg and he responds to my wish.

I tangle my hands in his hair and tug and he groans again, making me giggle.

Teasing him is way too easy.

He moves faster and I put my hand over my mouth to suppress a moan.

He notices and moves my hand.

"Don't do that" he says and I gasp.

"The neighbours will hear" I mutter and he suddenly stopped.

"So?" He asks, getting off of me.

"It will cause issues baby" I say sitting up as he gets off of the bed.

Wow, is he really that upset?

He walks over to the window and opens it, letting in some cool night air.

He takes a deep breath and let's go.

"Come here" he demands and I do so.

He suddenly turns to me and grabs my wrist pulling me closer to him.

"The neighbours don't fucking matter, when I make love to you" he tells me and I nod, kissing his neck to distract him and I can feel him getting excited again.

He grabs my waist and stands me in front of the window.

He kisses me behind the ear and bites my earlobe gently, making me giggle.

He suddenly bends me forwards a bit enters me again, making me scream out in shock.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls, causing me to arch my back away from him.

He goes hard and quick, making my whole body jolt from the contact.

"Matéo!" I whine and continues.

He grips my hair and pulls, making me scream!

"Who does this belong to?" He asks me, gripping my hair and pulling.

"You" I whisper.

"Who?" He asks again.

"Ahh~ you Matéo!" I repeat a little louder.

"Who?!" He asks.

"You! It's yours!" I scream.

"Good girl" he groans.

I spend the rest of the night, getting myself wonderfully tortured  and I don't regret a moment of it at all.

We fall asleep together on our bed and for the first time in weeks, I sleep peacefully.

Not once do I wake up despite my nearly killing someone.

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~ Xo.