Page 34 of Hostile Rival
My hand darts between us and harshly clamps his balls, gripping them tightly. His muscles tense, but he doesn’t wince at the prospect of pain. No. He inhales sharply and exhales slowly, his nostrils flaring. His pupils expand and a faint dirty groan slips out, thrilling me to the core.
The satiny skin of his boner rubs against my forearm, and I suddenly regret breaking through the invisible barrier I’d built around me.
“Get your hands off me, Matheus,” I grit out, a little panicky at how easily those walls are crumbling.
“Make me,” he counters.
I roll my eyes. “You have no idea what I’m capable of. Fighting with you won’t end how you think it would.”
“How do you think I want it to end?”
“With us fucking every time we’re alone together.”
Matheus shakes his head, smirking. His other hand suddenly jumps to my jaw, the fingertips gently hollowing my cheeks. “I’m not interested in forever, Dani. Don’t deny yourself the rush of coming on my face,” he declares quietly. “I know you’d like that. And something tells me youreallywant me to fuck you too.”
I squeeze his balls tighter, even though a pulse throbs between my thighs and the burning ache in my belly grows hungrier. “I should have let that guy shoot you in Blackwater.”
“But you didn’t.” His feet shift, the vice-like grip I have on him only making his boner harder than before. “And I’ll repay the favor, Dani,” he says close to my mouth. “I promise you; it’ll be worth the wait.”
“It wasn’t a favor,” I argue, desperate to get out of the bathroom, but incapable of letting go. My blood is hot from his hands on my skin. “You can forget it even happened. I know I have.”
The hold he has on my face falls away and he slants backward, glancing down at the position of my hand.
He rakes his fingers through the wet hair on top of head, his expression dark and dangerous. “I think you like how a Souza dick feels, don't you?”
That name. That fucking name. Goosebumps prickle all over me. Memories hurl me back to a time I can’t forget, to a place so ingrained in my past that it had altered the course of my life forever.
“Fuck you, asshole!” I growl, releasing his balls and violently shoving him. “I never want a Souza anywhere near me, not like this. I’d rather set myself on fire than beg you to fuck me. So, get the hell out of here. We’re done with these stupid games.”
My belly churns as he regards me without saying a word. A vein pulses in his thick neck and his teeth grind. The way he just stands there, unmoving, makes me both uncomfortable and molten.
His ebony hair is just how I like it, messily draping his brow. As he breathes, the muscles in his abdomen flex and my insides clench.
A subtle smirk lingers on his lips. He quickly reins it back in, prowls to the bathroom door, and calls over his shoulder, “Maybe you’re not the fearless woman I thought you were.”
Anger boils my blood and I lunge at him. “You’re dead, Souza.”
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MATHEUS
Dani rushes forward, snatches my wrist, and twists it behind my back. “You don’t know anything about me!”
Chills race over my scalp and my pulse goes haywire. I’d be on the defensive if she hadn’t worked her black magic on me—and this wasn’t the hottest moment of my life.
Maybe I have a kink for naked wrestling.
I’m certainly into the back and forth. Into her. And horny as hell.
Since we met, I’ve enjoyed the challenge of testing her resistance, which is crazy for a guy like me. I’ve never had to work this hard for a woman.
“And you don’t know anything about me either,” I counter, glancing over my shoulder to catch her eye.
My boner twitches against my bare abdomen and my balls cramp when she shoves me out of the bathroom, hot on my heels.
“I would have been happy to fuck in the bathroom.” I smirk. “Or are you more vanilla and like to do it on a bed?”
Either way, I don’t care what position we end up in, as long as my dick goes all the way inside of her cunt and she falls apart for me.
