Page 26 of Hostile Love
I didn’t mean to fall in love. But that’s exactly what had happened. I fell in, heart first. And if she doesn’t feel the same way––
I shake off the whisper of darkness chilling my blood and resurface from my spiral, bringing my focus back to her silver eyes and those juicy tits that deserve a slap.
I growl from the back of my throat, angry at myself for the way my tired, alcohol dulled brain is trying to fuck with me just like Papá used to do.
She’s into me. I know it.
Dani swallows a gulp against my hand that refuses to go easy on her neck.
When she shivers, I slap my other hand onto her ass and dig my fingertips into the plump flesh, imprinting my ownership all over her.
She whimpers and my veins catch fire. My lips linger before hers, perhaps waiting for her feelings to spill past them, to hear the truth.
But she keeps her emotions shut down, except for the desire swimming in her eyes. Dani could never hide that from me.
Not wanting to think anymore, I smother her mouth with mine and stick my tongue inside, nearly choking her with it.
Rather than fight against me, she surrenders to the hunger and groans. The sexy little sound shoots straight through my chest like an arrow.
God-fucking-damn-it.
Our kiss is sloppy and messy, fast and wet. Everything I need to convince myself she wants me. Like really wants me.
Needing more than her lips, I drag her off me and shove her back onto the bed. Her hair maps the duvet around her head and those nipples sit proudly upon her tits like cherries crowning cupcakes.
Fuck, I could eat her alive and still crave that dripping little cunt of hers night after night. I can practically smell her arousal, see how flushed her skin is, and the way she looks at me under fluttery lashes sends my heart thumping.
Crawling over the top of her, my dick bobs against my abdomen, pre-cum weeping from the tip of it in anticipation.
She reaches for me, scraping her nails over my shoulders and fisting my hair so my scalp comes alive with chills.
I drop my mouth to the side of her face and nip her earlobe between my teeth. When she groans again, I smile against her cheek, recognizing the slip of her rigid self-control.
My little firecracker’s barriers are crumbling, and it’s the most beautiful thing to behold.
“You’ve missed me, haven’t you?”
“I saw you a few hours ago,” she counters.
“Yeah, I remember. You were worried about me. Admit it.” I pluck her nipple and swat her tit, loving how it wobbles.
When her eyes search mine, I catch a glimpse of sadness in the depth of her stare.
“I was marginally concerned…” Her lips twitch into a playful smile. “…that someone else had bumped you off before I had the chance to do it.”
“Liar.” I smirk. “You were considerably concerned that I wouldn’t be around to fuck you like this.”
As much as I have an obsession with the feel of her skin, when she lets herself go, she can’t stop herself from rubbing against me, too. She caresses my chest, licking the saltiness from my skin and strokes me like I’m hers.
She can’t keep her hands off me.
“Forget the foreplay, Mat.”
Dani reaches between us and grabs my dick. A remarkable silver halo grows thinner as her pupils dilate.
“I’m ready now.”
“Beg me, baby,” I demand, my voice thick.
