Page 55 of Hostile Rival
I should hate how he’s talking to me, so full of confidence and so goddamn dirty, but I’m too turned on to care anymore.
Much to my disappointment, I have a thing for this guy. Big emotions that won’t stop growing, no matter how I fight them.
“As you asked so nicely…” I kiss the satiny skin before me, part my lips, and let him spear my throat in one thrust.
My reflex’s kick in instantly and my stomach heaves. Squelchy noises sound loud in my head, drowned out by the professional singer to the right of us.
“Christ, just like that…” he groans and my skin tingles. It excites me, that heat in his eyes and the look he gives me. “Keep my cock in your throat. Gag on it.”
Matheus controls the pace, stilling to let the fullness line my throat. My eyes water, making his own shine. “That’s it…you’re so good at sucking my cock, baby.”
Building momentum, he widens his stance to support the movement. I inhale through my nose and gasp for air when he pulls out, only for him to push back in again.
“Fuck yeah. Keep looking up at me…that's the way I like it.”
Saliva streams from the corners of my stretched lips. My short nails burrow into his ass through his dress pants, but not inflicting pain.
“Hmmm…so much spit. My cock is soaked.” He’s almost panting now. “I’m going to hold your head in place to fuck your beautiful face like it deserves. Take a deep breath,” he orders before sliding himself all the way down my throat again. “Oh yeah, baby…all the way down. That’s it…all the way down.”
His balls rest on my chin and his hands dominate me. “Eyes up, little firecracker. Eyes up. Look at me while I own your throat.”
He gathers my hair into a ponytail and tugs. The roots tingle all over. “I’m going to shoot my load already. Fuck!”
And just like that, his hips still and he withdraws, putting his hand where my mouth had been. Jerking himself off, he grunts thickly and directs cum over my lips and all over my waiting tongue. “Christ, Dani, you’re the sexiest woman alive.”
With his praise warming me, his cum decorating my mouth, and his eyes burning hot, I catch a glimpse of a shadow behind him.
Subtly tilting, I find Giana standing in the middle of the guest suite, her fingers splayed across her belly and venom blackening her expression.
She’s young, attractive, and influential. Just like him. Only that ferocious surge of possessiveness returns—tenfold. I risebefore him, lick my lips to mop up his cum and sweep a final clump onto my fingers.
Chest to chest, I slide my fingertips into his mouth, letting him taste himself on me. He sucks and hums. Electricity shoots up my arm.
Focused on his face, I take back my hand, lift to the balls of my feet, and kiss him, pouring everything I have into it. Years of hatred, days of frustration, hours of confusion, and minutes of ownership.
It’s messy and violent. Passionate and deliciously filthy.
In this moment, he’s mine.
Not hers.
And she can fuck right off until it’s time for me to let him go.
My fingers play with his hair, loving this temporary truce while it lasts. Soft lips cling to mine, his liquored breath holding a hint of me and him combined.
I love it.
“How about we blow this party and head to the villa,” he suggests against my neck, still connected to me, sucking and nibbling the skin. “If I leave, you have to follow me, right?”
I smile, searching over his shoulder, and not seeing Giana anywhere. “Technically, we don’t leave until the last Souza does.”
“I won’t have any problem convincing Dré to go home. He’s bursting to get back to his wife.”
When he chuckles, I find myself hugging him and he hugs me too. My heart flutters, so I break away.
“I’ll go downstairs and win over my mother.” He continues, zipping up his fly. “I’m her favorite, so it’ll be easy.”
Winking, he thumbs my chin and rather than smile, sadness moves across his face. I don’t ask why, and he doesn’t share what’s going on inside his head. Some things are better left unsaid.
