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I squeeze her neck gently and watch her nostrils flare. “Don’t ruin our date, little firecracker.”
“If this is what a date with you is like, I’d rather jump out of this jet and take my chances with gravity.”
“I only asked for the truth.”
“Yeah, and look how that’s turned out.” She huffs. “Your hand is on my throat and you’re accusing me of plotting your brother's assassination all because deep down you know I was right. Me and you are toxic together. We don’t work.”
“Promise me I can trust you and we’ll smooth out the toxic shit together.”
Her eyes search mine, something lurking in the depths that makes my stomach ache. “Oh really? So, hypothetically speaking, if I pulled a gun on Tomás, what would you do to me?”
Pulling away, I keep eye contact with her, but give myself space. I want to drag her to the couch behind us and force my dick down her throat. I’d also like to unzip her pants and rip off her panties. Be rough with her. Take her hard. Teach her where her loyalty really belongs—with me and only me. But I need to hear her say it first.
“I’d stand in front of him.” I cross my arms over my chest, aware my heart is thumping.
“Would you shoot me?” she asks.
“You’d be the one pointing a gun, Dani. So, what the fuck would you do…huh? Wouldyoushootme?”
She stays quiet and it pisses me off. Her throat works as she swallows, and that defiant gaze of hers gives nothing away. I snap.
My arms unfold and my hand slams onto the wall above her head, settling there so I’m arched over her.
“Well?” I growl. “Would you shoot me, Dani?”
Her chest rises in bursts, and still, she doesn’t answer. Hollowing her cheeks with my fingers, I force her to look at me.
“Would you shoot me?” This time I shout in her face, my frustration growing.
Dani shakes her head, her nostrils flaring. “No!” she yells back at me. “I wouldn’t be able to do it. I might want to shoot you in the face right now, but I’d never be able to pull the trigger.”
I let go and breathe through my relief. Her rigid muscles soften a little and she brings her hands up, scrubbing her face.
“You know why that is, don’t you?” I ask, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her pants and tugging her into me.
“Because I’m a weak fool,” she mutters, wriggling her hips to get away, but not all that convincingly.
“That’s not it.” I undo the top button. “There’s no denying you're tough.” The zipper buzzes open. “Smart…” I drag her pants to her knees, pushing her panties aside straight after. “Or that you belong next to me. Isn’t that right?”
Dani gasps when I push a finger inside of her. “Maybe…”
“Beside me.” I confirm. “You’re my girl, and my girl is always wet for me. Alwaysmine.”
“You’ll be the death of me,” she whimpers, bucking her hips into my hand as I pump two fingers in and out of her, my thumb circling her sensitive clit.
She stuffs her fingers into my hair and rides my hand like it’s my dick. Moaning, her hot pussy clamps my fingers as she comes for me.
I pull them out and suck both into my mouth as she watches me, panting.
“Forget about the movie for now. We’re skipping the first date and moving straight to make-up sex.”
She licks her lips and nods. “Don’t make me regret this, Matheus.”
I sink to my haunches, trail her pants to her ankles, untie her boot laces, and strip her lower half. “All you have to do is trust me. Can you do that?” I ask, rising tall before her and holding out my hand. “Even when you’re terrified.”
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