Page 49 of Hostile Rival
None of it matters when I’m grinding into his hand and his teeth are grazing the curve of my throat.
“You want my cum again, don’t you?” He hums. “Admit it or I’ll unlock that door and fuck you on the piano, while the House of Di Rossi watches us.”
I shouldn’t be so turned on by that––the idea of showing Giana Di Rossi who Matheus really wants. It’s messed-up and completely pointless, but it starts a tremor in my core. The territorial urge within me grows feral. I rise higher and higher, pleasure building from just his fingers and my foolish fantasies.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His teeth clamp down on my earlobe and I’m a goner.
I gasp as my mind scrambles, and I lose sight of reason when the orgasm hits. He claims my mouth with his, muffling my groans.
As soon as the intensity starts to fade, he withdraws, sucks his fingers, and smiles, seemingly satisfied.
My knees are weak, and my face flushed. I turn my comms back on, reply to Hunter, “I have sight of Crow.” And switch them off again.
Matheus narrows his eyes. “When you left with Hunter…you were preparing for tonight, right?”
I smile inwardly. He was pissed about that, I can tell. “Well…” I quip playfully, provoking him. “Maybe.”
His face darkens and a slight wisp of fear siphons through my veins. I’ve never seen his expression appear so evil until now.
“Dani,” he snarls. “Are you screwing around with Hunter or not?”
I fix my dress back into place and roll back my shoulders, taking a step into him. “What if I was? You’re not the boss of me. Not even close.”
In one step, he kills the short gap between us, his chest bumping into mine. His muscles visibly tense and his jaw ticks as he thinks. “I haven’t finished with you yet.”
“Well, I’m done with you. I am working this evening or have you forgotten? Our commander granted you the night off to flirt with Giana and plan your future together. Whereas the rest of us are in training for your brother's wedding.”
I push his chest back, earning a little space. Matheus looks me up and down, his height and presence filling every corner of the box-sized room.
“Cute.” He chuckles. “You think I’m into her?”
“I doubt the victims I’ve cut up would think I’mcute.” I scowl. “And whether you’re into her or not is none of my business. I couldn’t give a fuck.”
“So, you wouldn’t care if I led her upstairs, stripped her out of that satin dress…” He thumbs his lower lip, dragging it lower, and takes a second to watch my shivery reaction. “…and filled her basic cunt with my cum.”
“Basic?” I scoff, unsettled by the immediate niggle of jealousy in my belly. “So, you rate them before you’ve even gone there? What a guy!”
“Everything is basic compared to you.” He grins and I foolishly blush. “Here’s a secret for you. I’ve never pumped myload inside a woman's cunt before. Only over their faces, on their tits, or down their throat. Yours was the first.”
I exhale through my nose in a gust. “Is that your idea of flattery?”
Matheus smirks. “Just stating facts, Dani. Did it feel good having it leak out of your extraordinary pussy?”
“It felt good when I cleaned your mess with a tissue and flushed it.” I shove him away and scoop up my pistol off the floor, slotting it back into my thigh holster. “I need to go before the team suspects something. We’re all in attendance tonight. Guys you haven't met yet are watching and learning too. All eyes are on your family, which means someone will see us.”
“For the record, women can look at me all they want, but they don’t have permission to touch.” He reaches out and grabs my elbow, his fingers digging in deep. “I’m going back outside to be visible for a while. Meet me on the balcony in ten minutes. Where the singer is standing.”
I frown. “Why?”
“Like I said, I haven’t finished with you. And if I find out Hunter put his hands on you earlier, I’ll fucking ruin him.”
My eyes roll to disguise the flutters in my chest. “Oh please! Spare me the macho bullshit, Mat. We’re not on the playground. I don’t belong to you. I can do whatever the hell I want, with whoever I want.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” His face dips and his mouth lingers before mine, so we breathe the same air. “You do belong to me. Not because I’m a Souza and you’re sworn to loyalty. And not because you saved my life. It all boils down to chemistry. To this…” His lips brush over mine ever so slightly, not quite offering a kiss, but stirring me up. “…it’s impossible to fight it.”
My mind is swimming and when he slips his tongue between my lips, my heart rate skyrockets. Blinking wildly, I stay still,pretending so very, very hard that he doesn't affect me. That I’m not surrendering to his powerful efforts of seduction.
I’m not weak.
