Page 35 of Hostile Rival
“I’m escorting you to the exit, smartass. I won’t be held responsible for hurting you.”
I laugh at her. “You’re quite confident I’d let it get that far.”
“Not confident. Certain.” She clarifies, twisting my arm further up my back. “You don’t see me getting friendly with the rest of the team, do you? I don’t want to know anything about them, or you.”
“You call this friendly?” I chuckle under my breath. “Don’t worry, I like your version of friendly…a lot.”
Where her skin nestles against mine from behind, tingles catapult from the burning heat of it, all the way along my arm to my scalp. I’m on fire. If I’m not careful, my veins could explode.
I want to fuck this woman. Hard. Ruthlessly. And have her do the same to me.
Despite her skill in all things murderous, I can’t allow her to think she has the upper hand right now. I’m a Souza for fuck’s sake and this fierce little firecracker thinks she’s calling the shots.
She’s not.
Unfortunately for her, I’m not a pushover. But Jesus fuck—knowing there’s no clothing to stop my dick from slipping inside her wet cunt—it has my heart pounding out of my chest.
In an instant, I spin around, fast and energetic. Her hand locks on my wrist, not letting go.
The scent of her flurries up my nose. She smells like sex and soap—intoxicating.
Her eyes narrow and I find myself hunting their striking hue. They’re like liquid silver, promising a quick death via lead poisoning.
“You want to fight?” She goads. “Come on. Make my day, smartass.”
“No rules.” I tell her, catching a quick breath, the sensation of her tiny hand gripping harder becomes a rush.
Visible desire prickles her skin in shivers and the way she gazes up at me, begs me to win.
The longer her hand stays in place, the more my urges take over. Our connected skin grows hotter and my stomach coils.
For every step forward I take, she backs up.
“No rules.” She agrees, a faint smile dancing on her soft lips. “Whoever draws blood first wins…and gets the bedroom all to themselves.”
Dipping my face to hers, I hear her subtle intake of air. “Whoever comes first loses.” I grin, ready to fight and fuck. “You’ll either taste my blood today or my cum. Either way, my DNA will be inside you.”
Immediately she lets go of me, turns away and darts across the room, snatching a knife from under her pillow. “Yeah? We’ll see about that, smartass.”
My heart rate accelerates. I don't know what I want more. To manhandle her into kneeling and watch her gag on my dick or carve my initials into her ass cheek as my cum dribbles out of her pussy or let her use me whatever way she wants.
But, fuck, my dick is harder than titanium just looking at her. No wonder. I’m a hot-blooded guy who’s finally found his muse.
“Come on then.” She crooks two fingers at me, widens her feet and points the blade in my direction. “The only thing that gets me off is the thought of cutting up a Souza.”
The bitter way she says my family's name unsettles me. I’m not ashamed of who I am. But I can’t stand the fact she hates us so much.
“As long as you’re turned on.” I smirk, quickly crowding her and swiping the pillow off her bed to block the blade.
Grabbing her hand, I tighten my fingers around hers, not wanting to snap the bones, but giving her an awareness of my strength.
I’m not afraid to assert my authority. Not now. Not ever. Wrangling with her, the knife hits the floor.
In an instant, she retaliates with a skillful move that targets my legs and has my knees buckling. As I fall, I quickly encircle her waist and bring her down with me, not willing to let go.
Together, we both exhale on impact. She lands on my chest and her pelvis hits my throbbing dick. It makes her pretty eyes widen.
She freezes and our gazes tangle. Together we breathe—quick breaths.
