Page 113 of Hostile Love
Watching Matheus move from the bed, a rush of lust hits me. The sting between my legs reminds me of all the dirty things he and I had done throughout the night.
We can’t keep our hands off each other.
Today, I’m involved in the most important day of the Souza calendar. The biggest social event of the whole year.
Me, a Blanco—a bridesmaid and Matheus’ girlfriend.
“Are you ready for this?” Matheus asks. “Showing Blanco what being mine really means? He’ll be here soon.”
I sit upright and pull my knees into my chest, ogling his naked form as he stalks towards the drapes.
The buffalo skull tattoo on his upper back eyes me in the soft light, a reminder of the vow I’d sworn.
Over the past few weeks, we had spent our days training side by side and our nights tucked up in bed together in Sicily.
Forty-eight hours ago, we boarded a private jet, landed in Colombia less than a day later, and took a chopper to the late Elias Souza’s abandoned plantation.
All four couples arrived ahead of the wedding guests to prepare for the occasion. Service staff dragged dust sheets from the ornate furniture, and in a few hours, the soulless mansion would come to life.
Orchestral music would fill the long corridors, family and associates would eat fancy canapes and drink champagne––and then the celebration vibe would die.
Sunlight bursts in through the big windows. Outside, the clear blue sky meets a far-off wall of trees where the jungle begins.
“Come on,” he calls to me, disappearing into the adjoining marble bathroom. “It’s my second favorite part of the morning. Shower time with my little firecracker.”
My pulse thrums. I scramble off the bed, playing it cool when I enter the bathroom behind him.
Excitement bubbles in my blood. He reaches behind the glass screen, turns on the water, and crooks his finger, gesturing for me to join him.
I’m hypnotized by this guy, practically falling into his chestnut eyes.
“I need you to know something.” I walk towards him and take his hand.
He frowns. “Okay...?”
I place my hands on his smooth pecs, loving how his pupils flare.
“I won’t let anything happen to Blanco.” Our gazes fuse. “I know what our assignment is and don’t want your brothers to pull him aside to start something. I had to convince him to come here. He’s doing it because he trusts me, Mat.”
His chest rises as he inhales deeply and slowly releases a long, thoughtful exhale.
“He’s sitting on the bride's side.” Matheus smirks, because we both know what that means. “Tommy doesn’t see him as a threat anymore. None of us do…well…I mean, except Gio. He could quite easily stab Blanco in the throat, but he’s prepared to wait and see how this all works out.”
A puff of air leaves my nostrils. “Your brothers are unpredictable.”
Using his whole body, he drives me backward into the shower. Warm water batters my shoulders and steam swirls around his broad shoulders.
He grunts at my comment and keeps ushering me until my ass bumps into the tiles.
“Are you saying I’m predictable?”
I blink at him and shrug. “What if I am?”
Matheus licks his lips and skates his fingertips over my wet nipples. When I shiver, he bites his bottom lip and hums.
That deep, throaty sound does bad things to me. But when I go to touch him, he swats my hand away and shakes his head.
“No way,” he mutters, and just as quickly spins me around to face the wall. “If I’m that predictable, tell me what I’m going to do with you right now.”
