Page 47 of Hostile Rival
I’ve never shared a kiss out of sheer desperation before. Never lost my head or been so utterly consumed by passion. Not like this. All the pent-up tension from the past days pours out of me.
Too many times I’d hunted this very thing and never found it.
But now I have, it’s addictive, and I don’t want to stop.
Just as my hand jumps to her ass, she pushes me away. Confusion sparks behind her eyes and the vein in her neck pulsates at a rapid rate.
She had wanted to kiss me as much as I had her, even though she’s pointing a small revolver at me now.
Cold steel prods my ribs, the threat real. “That was your last strike, smartass. Tell me what problem marrying Giana would solve for me…huh?”
19
DANIELA
Matheus stares at me, his chestnut eyes almost black. Dark hair hooks his brow. Liquor is heavy on his breath and the smokiness of tobacco mixed with his musky cologne proves to be an aphrodisiac.
He’s turned on. Admittedly, so am I.
Except, I’m annoyed with myself. How could I lose the battle to resist him all over again simply because the guy looks so damn unreal in an expensive tuxedo?
He’s breathtaking in every way.
My heart is racing and the ache in between my thighs burns hot. My lips tingle from our kiss. God, that kiss. I’ve never let men getthatintimate with me before.
Sex is sex when it’s with random guys…but he’s not random. Those lips of his…wow. They’ve left me shaky. Overwhelmed. Consumed by him.
A whirlwind of emotions is warring within me as I point my semi-automatic pocket pistol at his ribcage.
I shouldn’t have taken his hand and let him lead me in here. And I definitely shouldn’t have screwed him on the bedroom floor or loved every dirty second of it. But what’s worse thandoing all that is replaying the best sex I’ve ever had, on repeat, twenty-four seven.
I’ve thought about Matheus every minute of the damn day and when I saw him walk through the foyer, my heart nearly burst out of my chest.
This guy makes me feel things––emotions I’d never searched for because I never knew they existed. Never mind how he’d kick started all these new sensations that I’d like to explore.
I don’t feel like a murderous monster when he looks at me. For a fleeting moment, I’m that young girl again, before she made a bad decision that landed herself in a hell ruled by Souzas.
Despite all that, one of these days I’d leave The Covenant and return to Colombia to fulfill Blanco’s wishes. Nothing Matheus and I do together can change the course of my destiny.
“Dani…” Except the way he says my name sends a shiver down my spine, the texture gritty. “The problem is that no one else can make my heart…” He snatches my free hand and presses it over the thumping organ. “…go fucking crazy like this.”
“Matheus,” I warn, meeting a gaze that's full of sincerity brimming with awe, lust, and the shadow of sin.
A look that matches my own, even though I’m desperately trying to hide it.
“Don’t go there. I hate your family and would rather die than tell anyone what we did together.”
“Do you hateme, though? That’s the question.”
“You can’t outrun your DNA or change the blood in your veins.”
“Okay, let me rephrase it. Did you hate that kiss? Be honest.”
“Matheus,” I grit out his name, infuriated. “We fooled around once. End of story. I’m not interested in doing it again.” My mouth is dry now, my throat croaky. “I’ll give you one last chance. Get out of the way and I won’t put a hole in your gut.”
The right side of his mouth curls upward and a devilish dimple winks at me. “Oh, come on, Dani. You know I’m not gonna do that and you’re not gonna shoot me.”
Cocky fucker.
