Page 17 of Hostile Love
No!
I can’t let him under my skin. Not again. I need to get away from here—from him.
Now.
With his tongue slipping into my mouth, making me insanely wet between my thighs, I pluck up the motivation to fight back.
He’s playing me.
Marrying my sister.
Disrespecting both me and her by thinking he, a Souza fucking god, could have it all.
Well, he can’t have me. Even if I want to rip off his pants, squeeze his dick, and feel how hard it is for me.
I bite down on his tongue and instantly feel him jerk. As his head wrenches backward, I can’t help but notice how his eyes flame and he winces a little as his shoulder tenses.
He’s injured, which makes him an easy target. I could use it to my advantage if I needed to do so.
Hissing, he swipes the tip of his tongue with his forefinger.
“You fucking bit me?” He frowns, completely shocked. “I came all this way to save you and you draw blood. And not in a cute, kinky way either, baby.”
A niggle of remorse siphons through me. I didn’t enjoy hurting Matheus.
There was no rush or thrill to it. Which is so utterly pitiful on my part.
All I wanted was control of the madness he had injected into my veins. Except it didn’t work. I’m still hungry for him.
“First you ran from me and now this.”
His expression morphs from bewildered to dangerously seductive, his eyes dropping to my parted lips.
“You’re practically begging for punishment, aren’t you?”
I exhale down my nose in a gust at the same time as a nearby explosion rattles the truck overhead. Flaming debris lands a few meters away and half a body settles next to it.
“Don’t ever kiss me again. You can’t have both of us.” I gather myself up and scurry in the opposite direction. “You made your choice.”
“Wait. Let me explain,” his raspy voice chases me.
Not waiting to hear what he has to say next; I crawl out from under the truck, driven to put distance between us.
When I straighten, another bomb blast knocks me backward. I stumble and hit something hard—Matheus with his washboard abs and towering height.
Big hands circle my waist, and he spins me around. His lips move, but I can’t hear what he has to say.
There’s only a loud ringing in my ears.
My head is swimming from being held tight against him and the desire to kiss him is still there.
I growl under my breath, shove into his tactical vest, and offer him my best death glare. Nothing he has to say holds any importance.
“Go ahead and marry Sofia,” I shout to be heard, the words hurting my heart. “But if you end up ruining her life, I’ll kill you, Souza.”
And then I do what I should have done the first time we met.
I give him the middle finger and run.
