Page 33 of Hostile Rival
I’m so wound up I could scream. Tingles flurry over my scalp and all the reasons I should let go of him vanish. Of all the men in the world to be attracted to, Matheus should be at the bottom of the list. Clearly, I’m too broken to care.
Tightening my fingers, I glare up at him, my natural womanly instincts taking over. I’m not ashamed of wanting what I want, but I am disappointed with myself for cravinghim…a Souza.
My chest heaves and his nostrils flare as we stare at each other, unsure who’s going to make the next move.
“Why is this hand on me when I told you to finger fuck your pretty little pussy?” His question, a low rumble, has my skin burning up.
I instantly let go and back up, allowing my shoulders to hit the wall. Skating my fingertips across my breasts, I bite my lower lip and keep my gaze pinned to his. Under the ceiling lights, his eyes shine, darkening as his hands fist by his hips.
Without warning, he moves, prowling into my personal space. “Don’t stop,” he growls, placing his hand on the wall above my head, mimicking the stance he’d taken in the shower.
His gaze drops to my wandering hand while it travels down my belly and settles on my pulsating clit. God, I ache for this.
“Take it nice and slow,” he instructs.
The side of his face is so close now, we’re almost cheek to cheek, not touching in any way. I can smell his glistening skin and feel his hot breath whisper over my shoulder.
It should be intimidating having a dominant Souza this close to me. Despite my reservations, it's exhilarating. Every naked part of him is before me and I’m exposed too.
“You’re bad as fuck, little firecracker,” he whispers, his throaty voice in my ear. “And very beautiful.”
I’m panting now, my breathing coming hard as I rub myself and inhale him into my lungs. He pulls back a fraction and brings his chestnut eyes in line with mine, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he grunts.
“Are you hot all over because you know she wants me like this?” he asks. “That she’d get off playing with herself like youare now…getting all naughty and wet for me?” I shiver and moan at the same time. “And instead, I’m here with you. Not her. Just me and you having a little fun in our bathroom.”
I shake my head, the denial making him hum low and dirty. “I bet you look fucking perfect when you come, little firecracker.”
The tips of our noses brush together, and the simpleness of that one act sends my body into a spasm. I close my eyes, lower my forehead, inadvertently resting it on his chin, and let pleasure crest through me in a wave.
My eyes quickly ping open when he nudges my chin with his knuckles and moves his mouth before mine, promising something more. His gaze is almost wild.
His chest is rising in bursts and then he hums from the back of his throat. “Would you put up a fight if I touched you?”
“Yes…” Inwardly, I’m floundering, needing his hands everywhere. While outwardly, I fix a scowl on my face.
His brow creases, trying to figure me out. “I can’t stop thinking about it, Dani…your hands around my throat while you come on my dick.”
My mouth goes dry, every nerve ending thrumming to life. Heat continues to bloom between my thighs and warms me all over.
This needs to stop. I’ve gone too far already. I can’t do this with him, not when this feels different to all the other men I’ve screwed around with. I was in control then. But he’s put a spell on me, and I needthis.
His eyes darken, waiting for an answer that doesn't come. I look away and fold my arms, disappointed when the light contact vanishes, and his other hand slides down the wall. He pushes back and swipes his mouth with the pad of his thumb, silent in his observation of me.
“Then we’re even,” he announces, our gazes still locked. “You made me shoot my load over my hand and I…” He smiles a little.“I watched you surrender to whatever this is. You’ll do it again. Eventually, you’ll tire of trying to resist me. They all do.”
Bastard.
“They?” I hiss at him, steeling my spine. “Don’t you dare add me to your list of helpless conquests. You think you’re the one in control here, yeah, smartass?” I reach up on my tiptoes and prod his taut pec, hating how I want to lick it too. “I have needs. And you’re simply an available guy who’s decent looking.”
A barely audible growl comes from the back of his throat when I try to push past him, needing to get away.
His hand lashes out and settles at my nape. Harsh fingers weave into the roots close to my scalp, allowing him to control the angle of my face.
I gasp, my breasts bumping into his bare chest. Our heavy breathing blends. He cages me against the tiled wall, his dominance commanding my full attention. Fuck, it makes me weak at the knees.
“I’ll take decent as a compliment, little firecracker.”
Dark desire thickens my veins, the sparks firing off between us igniting into flames. He’s setting my world on fire. And I love it.
