Matt halted behind Regina, an evil smirk playing on his lips. He placed both hands on Regina's shoulder, trailing up softly until his hands were wrapped around her neck.
"I can see that jealousy has eroded your sense of reasoning, old woman." He slowly tightened his grip but not to the point of choking her.
"Old woman!" Regina's eyes narrowed in slits; her cheeks flushed with fury. "How dare you?"
"Isn't that what you are..." Matt drawled tauntingly while tightening his grip by an inch. ".... an old woman." He forcefully turned her around to face him, towering over her like a dark cloud. "You think this flabby skin of yours can compare to the smooth, soft and succulent skin of my wife."
Regina gritted her teeth, fuming inwardly at his insensitive remarks. "Well you know what, why don't you go back to your miserable cow, you arrogant fool." She angrily slapped his hands away from her collarbone and tried to stand up.
Unfortunately for her, Matt wasn't the type of man to overlook an insolent attitude or a woman disrespecting him.
Before Regina knew what was happening, she was being yanked off violently from the chair and slammed to the nearest wall, with Matt's hands wrapped around her neck.
"Matt!" Regina yelped, terror flashing in her eyes, and pain shooting up to her brain.
"Don't you ever..." Matt bellowed the saliva, bathing Regina's face. "... talk ill about my wife again."
"You are crazy!" Regina struggled to voice out, tears of pain and hurt sliding down her reddened face, as she wrestled violently to set her neck free.
Enjoying every bit of her struggle and pain, Matt leaned closer to her ear and growled in a repressed voice. "Of course, I'm crazy and that is what you love about me, slut."
In one swift move, he ripped her towel off her body and roughly dumped her on the bed like a sack of grain.
Regina's face twisted into a rictus of pain from Matt's rough handling. She tried to crawl away from his rage while dragging the sheet to cover her body. But her efforts were futile as Matt pounced on her like a hungry Jaguar, his gaze predatory.
"You are mine, Gina and you will learn to respect me or I will make your life on living hell."
"F*ck..." Regina barely completed her statement when Matt crashed his lips against hers in a suffocating and brutal kiss, almost biting off her lips.
At first, Regina tried to fight him off her, her fury rising like a volcano about to erupt.
However, as Matt plunged his tongue deeper into her mouth, intensifying his ferociousness, he awakens the insatiable succubus in her, fueling her own desire.
In the heat of the moment, Regina forgot to be mad at him as she ripped off his clothes matching his ferocity with her needs.
After what felt like an eternity of skin slapping, deep erotic groans and wildness, both shameless lovers fell on their backs, panting like athletes who had engaged in a marathon.
Although Regina enjoyed every bit of the rough sex, she was still infuriated at the way Matt had earlier body-shamed her, calling her old and her skin flabby.
"Matt..." Regina called softly, propping her head up on her elbow, and drawing circles around his exposed nipple. "...do I really look that old and wrinkled."
Matt spared her a sideways glance. His lips curled up in a smirk, a subtle sign of his insincerity. "No darling. You are still as beautiful as a young damsel."
"Liar." Regina pinched him on the nipple, eliciting a deep guttural groan from him.
"If you already know what you look like, why do you still bother me for my opinion?" Matt pulled by the waist as she tried to roll out of the bed, nuzzling her on the nape.
"It doesn't matter. Greg has already succeeded in ruining my life." Regina lamented, tears sliding down her cheek. "I used to be a hotty in the past that men like you couldn't resist. But now I'm just a forgotten memory, without a single dime to my name."
"Not for long, baby." Matt sat up on the bed, a satisfied smile spread across his face. He leaned back on the headboard while staring at Regina, who was now looking at him. "I have plans to make you the richest woman."
"Really!" Regina eyes lit up. "How!"
""Very simple! By permanently taking care of Greg and all his allies." Matt's gaze darkened as he envisioned Greg's end. "Your ex-husband may have succeeded in divorcing you and kicked you out of his house. But he has no idea of the storm coming his way. In less than two months from now, everything is going to change in our favour, and you will get to watch your ex-husband crawl on his knees while begging for your forgiveness."
"I like the sound of that." Regina gave a sinister smile, a knowing glint in her eyes.
"But, there are two conditions you must not undermine during this time..." Matt's expression turned all serious.
"I'm listening." Regina sat up pulling the sheet to cover her body.
"You, your sister and your daughter are forbidden from going anywhere near Greg or his wretched daughter in the next month," Matt said emphatically. "We are to give him the illusion that we have moved on without him while we prepare to launch an attack. When he finally lets his guards down, we will strike, dealing him a catastrophic blow that he won't survive."
"Hmm... I like the sound of that." Regina beamed, nodding her head. "What about the second condition?"
"This particular condition is personal and must be adhered to very strictly to avoid any problems between us. Irrespective of the feelings I have for you or what we share as lovers, there are limits that you must not cross."
Regina's expression turned grim as she could guess where this discussion was going.
"I do not joke with my family." Matt continued stressing each word. "What you did yesterday to my wife must never repeat itself. Irrespective of how you feel about Lillian, she is my legal wife and the mother to my kids, and you must learn to respect her or, better still, avoid her.
"If Lillian is the mother to your kids then what am I?" Regina spat out, her words laced with bitterness, jealousy and resentment. "If it hasn't occurred to you yet, Gwen is also your child."