Page 46 of Hostile Rival
My breathing quickens and my guard slips. Zoning out Nico and Giana, I don’t take my eyes off her. She works her way through the crowd and disappears behind a twenty-foot column.
My dick grows hard and painful, the damn thing craving my little firecracker’s attention. The only person who makes my blood pump faster.
“Excuse me. I need to use the facilities.” I follow my feet, pushing past the hosts and marching to where I last saw her.
People are everywhere. All of them getting in my way and slowing me down. On a mission, I prowl under an archway, my temper unraveling when I don’t find her.
Nevertheless, I keep hunting, peering into a bustling ballroom from the doorway, searching faces.
When I’m about to fist a wall hung oil painting of some guy wearing a crown, I finally lock eyes with my little firecracker. I’ve only had a small piece of this woman, and fuck, it wasn’t enough.
I need more.
Her silver eyes sparkle under a crystal chandelier until she steps out of the light and stands in the shadow of a life-sized statue.
I don’t stop, my dress shoes eating up the distance between us. When we’re toe to toe, the atmosphere crackles. All I want to do is slash open the material tight across her tits to get better access.
At a standstill, she nods at my arrival and checks over her shoulder.
Without saying a word, I grab her hand, feeling ruthlessly possessive, and yank her into my side, our bodies colliding and our fingers linking.
“What are you doing?” She grits out, trying to break free. “Someone will see us together.”
“I don’t give a fuck if they do.”
Dani frowns. “Well, I do. You might not be working right now, but I am. I’d rather not be associated with you.”
“We need to talk—in private.” I start walking, discreetly securing her next to me.
“This is a bad idea,” she mutters, walking with me rather than making a scene. “We have nothing to say to each other, unless you’re under threat from Giana Di Rossi and need me to cut her throat.”
Dani smiles at an elderly guy who pushes his glasses further up his nose to inspect her. He’s lucky I dragged her away before I stomped on his lenses and gouged out his eyes with the shards of glass.
Motherfucker.
“From what I’ve heard,” she continues, her tone mocking. “Your teenage girlfriend, Giana, wants the good-looking Souza all to herself.”
“That would solve your problem then, wouldn’t it?” I grit out, my jaw clenched.
“What problem?”
“Where’s the bathroom?” I ask a male server, curtly nodding in gratitude when he directs me under another archway and points to the end of the carpeted corridor.
“What problem, Mat?” she repeats, and I choose not to respond, debating whether I should tell her.
Together, Dani and I pick up the pace and push our way into a lemon scented bathroom where a single golden toilet sits at one end and a matching hand basin at the other.
As soon as we’re inside, I lock the door while she shirks her hand out of mine and moves away.
“Well? Are you going to tell me?” She folds her arms and glares at me. “This better be good.”
Her natural beauty, when she’s fresh out of the shower, is perfection. However, wearing charcoal eyeshadow, blackeyeliner, and dark mascara transforms the color of her eyes to a different level. They’re magical.
In two confident strides, I’m in her personal space, unafraid to seize the opportunity of being alone with her again.
Crowding her smaller frame, my hands cup her cheeks and my lips crash onto hers, hard and possessive. I love touching this woman.
She whimpers and my heart thuds. I shove my tongue inside her mouth and let it dance with hers. It’s slippery, messy, aggressive, and hot as fuck because she kisses me back, matching my energy.
