You and Mattheo had been together for a few years now, and things were solid—full of love, passion, and plenty of teasing. You both enjoyed pushing each other’s buttons, especially in playful ways. But today, you took it a little further during class, and it had clearly driven him crazy—in the best way.

He loved it when you were bratty. It excited him on more than he’d ever admit out loud.

As soon as dinner ended, Mattheo grabbed your wrist and pulled you through the Slytherin common room, ignoring everyone around you. His grip was firm, his pace quick, and his mood was obvious—antsy, agitated, excited, and completely focused on you.

By the time you reached his dorm room, you knew tonight was going to be interesting.

He pulled you inside, shut the door, and for a moment you stood still, wondering what he’d do. Then, suddenly, he grabbed you and pinned you against the wall, making you gasp.

“Do you have any idea how much you drove me crazy today, princess?” he asked, his arms caging you in on either side of your head.

“Maybe,” you said with a smirk.

Mattheo’s eyes darkened instantly—desire and affection swirling together in his gaze. He stared at you for a moment, smirking, then slowly pulled back just enough to look you over.

“Get on your knees.” His tone was lower now—serious, commanding.

You froze for a heartbeat, pulse quickening, breath catching