Page 28 of Hostile Love
I grunt, loving how her pussy pulses and her fast heartbeat thumps against my chest.
“From now on…the only woman who gets this dick…is my fiancée.”
On that powerful word, I thrust in deep and simultaneously feel a flaming swat across my cheek.
“What the fuck?” Dani glares at me, tears glittering her smoky eyes. “She’s my sister, Mat.”
I freeze mid thrust, my dick all the way inside so my balls wallop her ass.
“Dani…I told you earlier.” My spine goes rigid, the rush of her harsh slap mingling with the start of a primal release. “We’regetting married,” I hiss, struggling to catch my breath. “Me and you. Not me and her.”
Dani stills and a single tear escapes the corner of her eye, rolling into her hairline.
“What did you just say?”
“You’re my fiancée, not your sister.”
Somehow my dick grows even stronger at that admission. My nostrils flare and everything inside of me surrenders, pumping cum into her hot little cunt while her eyes drill into mine, the intensity burning me.
“Mat…” she whispers-growls as I try to calm my breathing. “That was the deal with Blanco? You’re forcingmeto be your bride?”
The look of disdain on her pretty face slays me. My hackles rise and the heart pounding aftershocks of my release fizzle out fast.
Pulling out of her, I scoot backward, sit back on my shins and rake damp, messy bangs back off my brow.
My semi-solid dick hangs heavily and the muscles in my abdomen tense, becoming defensive under the iciness of her stormy expression.
“I didn’t think I’d need to force you, Dani. I said you were mine and I meant it.” I frown, sensing her mood darken. “You know how I feel about you.”
“Are you serious, right now?” Dani snaps her legs closed, rolls onto all fours and scrambles off the bed, putting distance between us.
“Yeah, I’m deadly serious, Dani. I want to marryyou, not Sofia.”
She palms her belly and staggers backwards.
“And what about what I want…or more to the point, what I don’t want? I’m not a trophy between cartel families. You’re an egotistical asshole, if you think I’d fall into line.”
I suck in sharply and resist the urge to pounce on her, to make her see reason. Except the darkness I’ve known all my life creeps into my bones, and I quietly move off the bed, never taking my eyes off her.
Any other woman would have thrown their arms around my neck, jumped into my arms—been fucking happy to plan our wedding.
Not her, though. No, she’s glaring at me like I just punched her in the gut.
Moonlight veils the side of her head, and she folds her arms over her midriff, backing away as if she’s trying to keep me at arm’s length as punishment.
“Dani,” I say her name, firm and confident.
“Don’t.” She throws her hand up to silence me. “You’re just like the men who held me prisoner all those years ago, except you’re using vows and contracts to trap me.”
My anger flares, but I stay rooted to the floorboards, holding my ground. It feels like I’m a teen again, aching for my father to love me.
“Christ, Dani. Don’t even compare me to those fuckers. I’d literally do anything for you.Anything,” I bite out. “I’d lay the world at your feet. But what I won’t do is hang around hoping you fall in love with me one day. If you feel it, you feel it. So, answer my question. Do you want to marry me or not?”
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DANIELA
“You just don’t get it. Do you?”
