Page 32 of Hostile Rival
“Think what you want.” I shrug. “When I’ve finished showering, you can have it all to yourself. Now turn around.”
When I go to move under the water jets, he steps in my way. Water rolls down his face and catches in his lashes. His face tips to my ear and no part of him touches me, yet goosebumps burst all over my skin. “I’m not going to touch you, Dani,” he says with a rumble. “But I demand a little payback after our very first encounter. It’s only fair that you touch yourself. Go on. Show me how a bad ass bitch gets herself off.”
I manage to swallow and lift my chin, meeting his chestnut eyes. “That’s not how this works.”
“Oh really? Shall I get my knife and hold it to your throat?” he fires back. “Would that get you hotter than you are now?Because your nipples are poking out, little firecracker, and your skin is all bumpy from the thought of me watching you get off.”
“We only have to share a room, smartass, not fool around every time we’re naked.”
“Yeah…I know, but where’s the fun in that?” He licks his bottom lip and my insides liquify. “Do it, Dani. Touch yourself. Run your hands all over those perfect tits of yours.”
Crowding me with his height, he walks me backward until my ass hits the tiled wall. His large hands slam above me and his head lowers. Still, we don’t connect in any way. “Admit you didn’t like her getting this close to me.”
“I wouldn’t give a fuck if she’d sat on your knee.” I lie, my veins running red-hot. “I’m sure if she saw your face, she wouldn’t have been so touchy feely.”
“Interesting,” he muses.
I cock a brow at him. “What’s so interesting?”
His lips curl as he looks me up and down. “You can’t look me in the eye when you lie.”
“Fine,” I huff, staring up at him, purposefully locking gazes. “It doesn't bother me in the slightest that you fancied her. You and I are not friends…or fuck buddies. Have I made myself clear?”
Matheus hums and I forget to breathe. “Sure, she was attractive. Not my type though…but you…well…I’d let you put a leash on my dick any day. Now, either slip your finger inside your pussy or get the fuck out of the shower before I get all touchy feely withyou.”
I want to—God, I need to.
But if I give in to this madness now, when will it stop? Play these games and fall for his charm, then end up actually liking the guy. Never going to happen.
“If you could get out and let me rinse my hair, then you can jerk off alone once I’ve left.”
His eyes narrow and his jaw works as he quietly considers me. He just stands, towering over me, not saying another word.
My heart is pounding. It takes every last shred of my self-discipline not to reach out and trail my nails over his wet skin. The left side of his mouth hitches to a half-smile and he pushes off the wall, letting the water crash down on the crown of his head.
Taking a step back from me, he combs his fingers through his hair, sweeping it away from his forehead. Matheus then turns and saunters out of the cubicle.
“Wait…” I call, the request shoots out of my mouth before my brain has a chance to censor it.
14
DANIELA
My body has never reacted to a man like this before.
The swell between my legs is unbearable, and the need unfurling in my core has me breathless.
This guy plays havoc with my mind and fires up my senses.
Since the night I’d ventured to the wrong side of town with a rival cartel's cocaine in my pocket, my life changed and my heart shrank. I was dead inside for years. So, to feel this uncontrollable desire––this insane magnetic pull––it feels damn good.
When he doesn’t stop, I shoot out of the shower and chase him, grabbing his wrist. His muscles tense. The skin-on-skin contact sends a charge up my arm. It’s a burning inferno, blistering hot.
“Mat…” I say, not sure what the hell I want from him.
Touch me. Fuck me. Let me taste you. Or please…just keep walking away.
Matheus angles his torso into me, his expression dark and stormy. “Don’t fuck with me, Dani,” he warns.
