Page 5 of Hostile Rival
Holy shit, my blood turns to fire at that thought.
The way my heart is pounding and trying to jump out of my chest, for the first time in too long, is clouding my judgment. I can’t think straight. The adrenaline charging through me is more powerful than what I get from all my other bad habits.
“Although, it does seem an awful shame for that needy dick of yours to leavemyroom unsatisfied, given it likes what it sees.” She actually fucking smirks as if she’s secretly happy about that. “How about you wrap that big hand of yours around your dick and pump it hard? Let me see how the cartel smartass gets himself off.”
Her suggestion tingles over my scalp and I do just that because right now, I’m horny as fuck and loving it. My hand moves between us, careful not to touch her as I fist the length of my aching dick.
God, the relief to finally touch it feels good. Not as satisfying as ramming my boner into her mouth would feel, but I’m not complaining.
Buffalo’s lashes flutter when I wink right at her and sink my teeth into my lower lip, letting out a thick grunt.
This woman is gorgeous, and fuck, I’m into her…for now. At least until the thrill fades.
“That’s it…” Her gaze drops to my working hand as a subtle shiver catches her off guard. “Are you thinking about all the dirty things you could do right now, Matheus…to me?” My name leaves her lips on a quiet breath.
I stop myself from cuffing her throat and claiming her lips with a brutal kiss, dropping my gaze to her nipples for focus instead.
Don’t kiss the enemy. You might like it.
“I bet you screwed loads of women at university. They helplessly shoved their big tits in your face and spread their legs whenever you commanded it, didn’t they? Those poor girls couldn’t help themselves around you, isn’t that right?” she questions, her voice hoarse.
“Not my fault I’m in high demand,” I answer, my breathing picking up speed as a bolt of electricity shoots to my balls.
She laughs with a bitter, scornful bite. Our gazes snare and my balls cramp at the intensity. “Well, this might come as a surprise to you, but I’m not in awe of Matheus Souza. I respect your brother Giovanni as my commander…for the time being. He’s a masterful assassin I have to learn from. However, the rest of the Souza cartel can rot in hell.”
Her subtle intake of air isn’t missed when I growl under my breath. Her disrespect for my family a huge mistake.
I narrow my eyes, showing my annoyance. Yet I can’t hide the way I'm panting now. “Careful,mi pequeño petardo. Don’t step over the line. Let’s not ruin this rare moment between us with bloodshed.”
Her eyes glitter with something unreadable. “Your little firecracker?” she whispers in disbelief of the fitting name I’ve given her. “I willneverbe yours and we will never be naked together in the same room again.”
But we are now. So, keep talking and give me what I’ve needed for the last year.
“You’ll never bethisclose to me again, either,” she continues. “The next time I catch you sneaking around with your dick out, Iwillcut your throat regardless of your bloodline. This isyour first and final warning. If you really are clever, keep your distance.”
But her pupils flare and her voice lowers, all sexy and raspy like she needs my dick in her cunt. My balls cramp and a powerful release knocks the breath from my lungs.
Cum spurts over my hand and her gaze drills into the mess it makes. Her own breathing comes faster too, a telltale sign she’s hungry for something more. For me.
Despite the dark desire swirling in her silver eyes, she slowly lowers the knife and takes a measured step backward. Her posture’s rigid, the expression on her flushed cheeks hardening.
“Dragon did tell us you werecomingtoday. I just didn’t think he meant it literally.” She dishes out a wicked smirk, pleased with herself.
Bitch.
“And your hungry little pussy is all swollen and greedy, isn’t it? Dragon didn't tell me you were a woman or that you’d be hiding in my bathroom. And this…” I lift my cum coated hand in the air. “…this is what you want on your tongue. But you don’t have permission to taste it.”
Her eyes roll and I find myself staring into their depths, suddenly aware of the annoying way they pull me in.
“Oh please. Just because you're a billionaire doesn’t make your cum caviar,” she mocks.
My hot veins blend with a shot of bitterness. Over the past few months, too many women had tried their best to get me horny and never achieved full success. And now, thisseñoritapulls a knife on me, and my self-control is pushed to its limits.
What the hell is wrong with me?
All I want to do is slam her tattooed body against the wall and satisfy this deviant undercurrent of lust she’s somehow injected into me. This energy doesn't belong in our dynamic.
Deep down, I’m grateful she saved my life and one of these days I would repay the favor. Then we’ll be even. Until then, I won’t let her think she's a superior sicario. Not even now, after blowing my load because of her.
