Page 75 of Hostile Rival
“You expect too much…” Her voice fades off.
I quickly move over the top of her warm body, caging her below me. My hands press to the mattress at either side of her head, taking my weight, and leaving her torso untouched.
“You crossed over onto my side.” I remind her. “Youcame to me.”
“Matheus,” she warns, her expression as fierce as her firecracker spirit.
She tries to wriggle herself free, the heat of her body a contradiction to the coldness she’s trying to project.
“Don’t hold back, baby. You don’t need to keep it together all the time. Kiss me because that’s why you came closer.”
Out of nowhere, she slaps my cheek, the force of it hard and the sting sharp. My growl of irritation turns her silver eyessmokey and the vein in her neck thrums harder. The hands trying to push me away suddenly curl around my biceps.
“Okay…you win.” There’s a desperation in her tone that’s never been there before. “I’d love for things to be different between us.” She pants. “But it's impossible. So, there. Are you happy now, smartass? I’ve said it. But no matter what happens in this bed, I will continue to work for Blanco. I belong to him.”
Fuck, that last sentence gets my hackles up. “No, you don’t!” I correct her, full of a dark rage.
“Well, I sure as hell don’t belong to you. In fact, it makes me sick to think I’ve let a Souza crawl under my skin.”
Still vibrating, I stare down at her beautiful face and accept how my heart beats stronger when she’s near me.
“You realize this is hard for me too, don’t you?” I grab her jaw and squeeze. “That fucker Blanco has something I want. Something Ineed.And what pisses me off even more is how you look at me. Like you think I’m going to betray you somehow.”
“I wish I’d never met you,” she whispers.
Dani gazes up at me, a teary sheen glistening her eyes like stardust. That slight crack of her strength twists in my chest. But my heart, it’s drum-like rhythm beats for––power. The toxic rush fuels my veins. Because, maybe, just maybe, I could steal Blanco’s biggest asset out from under his nose and make her all mine. Scratch that. Iwillmake her mine.
I dip into her face, my skin flaming hot. “I could say the same about you, little firecracker, but I’d be lying. So, let’s play.”
What happens next is all her. She shoves her fingers into my hair and drags my mouth to hers. When our lips crash together, it's explosive. Urgent.
She sucks my tongue and then gently bites the tip. The awareness of pain burns…the sensation so damn good.
I manage to contain my impulses, being careful with how I touch her, not wanting to rip open her stitches. When she runs her nails across my shoulders, fuck, I can’t get enough.
Goosebumps break out all over me. Rearing back, I grab the hem of her t-shirt, already missing her mouth on mine. She helps me, lifting a little, and it’s off her body in seconds.
Bruises mar her skin everywhere and a large sterile padded bandage is taped to her side. I take a breath. I hadn’t seen a woman this badly beaten before last night. And I didn’t like it. I can’t deal with anyone hurting her—past, present, or future.
While I’d unfastened the empty knife belt strapped to her thigh, sponged off dried blood from her skin, and dressed her in a sexy red night dress, I kissed every single mark on her sleeping body. She was out cold and didn’t know any better.
After that, I forced myself to climb off the bed and sat in darkness. While her nightmares took over, I read through the new intel sent to my phone. Details of my next mission.
It felt good plotting an execution rather than checking my messages on social media. I’m so over all that empty shit. Being with Dani, that’s something real.
As the early morning sun rose, spilling soft light all over her face, I made the most important vow of my life––that I’d kill her bad dreams.
Her hands are all over me now, hungry and determined. Mine are more careful than what I’d like, barely resisting the primal instincts mounting inside of me. I’d rather not turn this into a brutal session and be rough with her. However, it’s becoming a struggle given she’s so warm and soft.
I roll onto my back. “Come here,” I order, cuffing her wrist and dragging her onto my chest.
She obeys and climbs on top, sitting on my thighs. Grabbing my dick, she fists the base of it and meets my eyes. “This dick must be exhausted. It’s always hard.”
I grin at her and chuckle under my breath. “Thank fuck. I thought it was broken before you claimed it.”
She smiles at me, spits on the tip, and strokes it a few times to get it full and solid. Letting go, she shuffles up my body, reaches between her thighs and takes hold of it again. This time there’s an intensity in her expression. The way she takes control sends volts of electricity through my muscles.
“I need this. Use my dick and cum all over it,” I demand, my voice hoarse. “Sit your naughty little pussy down on me.”
