Page 32 of Hostile Love
My pulse skips from the way his taut body is pressed against me. The throbbing heat in my clit is growing worse by the second and all I want is a release.
He shakes his head, as if he’s annoyed at himself for even suggesting it or for having a stiff dick in the first place.
Knowing he’s turned on and still wants me…it’s fueling the burning ache in my belly.
It would probably be best to back off, let him walk away, and bury my feelings with all the souls I’ve stolen.
But I have this Matheus itch that only he can scratch. This relentless, annoying need that just won’t die.
Despite knowing what Ishoulddo, I squeeze his wrist harder instead.
Matheus glances wickedly at my hand, and ever so slowly brings his eyes back to mine.
“Fine. We’ll do it the hard way.” I’m attuned to the quick drop in his tone, rough around the edges. “Get on your knees.”
I should be reaching for his gun. Except for some unknown reason, I obey rather than protest.
Without hesitation, I kneel before him and let the buzz of my indiscretion wash over me.
We’re not getting married.
We’re not even together.
This is just closure.
Isn’t it?
His muscles go rigid and when I catch his eyes, they don’t hold any trace of warmth. They’re mostly black and crowned by a flaming loop of fire.
Viciousness moves across his expression, the dark depths of his pupils a hint to his current mood.
Strong muscular legs widen a fraction as he positions his dick before my face. I blink at the sight of the glossy tip, fully aware of the way this guy dominates me without even laying a finger on my body.
“Mat…”
I consider confessing my inner turmoil while I’m on my knees, gazing up at his masculine form. Though I quickly decide nothing good would come from it.
I’d never become a Souza, or an obedient little woman pawned off as a wife.
“Don’t,” he hisses. “Just wrap your mouth around my dick, little firecracker. One last time.”
His spine bows and his hands settle on the wall behind me.
“Come on. Open up.”
I shiver at the gritty tone he uses and do as he demands. My eyes widen when he thrusts his hips forward and nudges my lips with his dick.
Fisting it at the base, I swirl my tongue over the satiny head, teasing him.
“Fuck…” he lets loose the word and his skin breaks out in goosebumps.
I smile inwardly and, in my own time, suck half of it into my mouth, all the while blinking up at him.
“Christ…that feels so good.”
His hips start rocking and he stuffs the whole length down my throat.
“Take it all, baby,” he mutters affectionately, seemingly forgetting himself.
