Page 93 of Hostile Rival
“Thank you, Mat.” When he hauls me into the air, I wrap my legs around his hips, locking my ankles together. “You’ve set the gift giving bar extremely high,” I mumble into his mouth, kissing him.
Backing me towards a booth, he sets me on the table and starts unbuttoning his pants. I copy him. My heart is thudding in my chest and my temperature is rising.
“You did good, baby.” He grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head back, exposing my neck. I hiss out a breath.
“How did you know where to find him?” I squirm when his teeth graze my neck.
I rip open the Velcro straps of my thin tactical vest and drop it onto the velvet seat. Matheus takes his off next, but keeps his long-sleeved top on, too impatient. “Dré helped me do a little digging,” he tells me.
I frown. “So, he knows what happened?”
Matheus nods his answer and guides me to lie flat on the table. He hurriedly tugs off my boots and yanks my pants to my ankles. While I kick them off, he lowers his too, quickly followed by his boxers.
His chestnut eyes meet mine and his voice becomes a husky growl. “Spread your legs, Dani.”
Immediately, I obey him, dropping my knees wide at either side and groaning when he thrusts a finger inside of me.
“I was worried you’d be too traumatized for this,” he admits. “Butmylittle firecracker’s cunt is already wet.”
Matheus doesn’t waste a second. He replaces his finger with the head of his hard dick and drives the whole thing in. The sound of our heavy breathing fills the room as he fucks me a few steps away from the faceless man who’d haunted me all these years.
“There’s nothing sexier than watching you work. You’re so beautiful, Dani.”
He continues to pound into me even when my body trembles and my insides clamp around him.
“I want you, Mat,” I cry out, my emotions getting the better of me. “So much.”
“You’ve got me.” He leans over and hauls my top up to my throat, grabbing my breasts under a layer of black lace.
He slams in and out, fucking me so forcefully that the table rattles under our weight.
Our gazes are locked tight. Dark hair teases his pretty black lashes, and his gold chain swings every time he pushes back in.
“Do you trust me now?” he asks, his voice deep and strained.
I whimper and reach up, wrapping my hands around his nape to pull him onto me. “Yes,” I admit, truthfully. “I do.”
He smiles at that and hisses when my nails scratch over his shoulders. “Well, you know what that means, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I don't hate you anymore.”
“Just as well, because this means you’re officially mine.” Tingles spread over me. “Say it,” he urges.
“I’m yours,” I whisper.
“Mine.”
It only takes a few more thrusts, and he’s coming inside me, arched over my body and breathing hard.
“How about we get out of here and grab a drink?” He runs his hands all over my breasts, stomach, and hips, feeling all of me. “Let’s celebrate your victory.”
He helps me drop off the table and kisses my forehead. Together we redress, and while I tie my boot laces, Matheus strolls over to Eduardo, pulls out his phone and takes a picture.
Content he’s captured the moment, he glances over his shoulder to find me. A light crease furrows his brow. “You know this is what happens if someone hurts you from now on, right? But next time, it’ll be me doing the stabbing.”
I smile and walk over to meet him, brushing his hair from his lashes. “No matter what the future holds for us, Mat, I’ll always have your back. I’d die for you.”
My heart flutters when he grins and pinches my chin, bringing his face closer. “And you know I'd never let that happen.”
