Page 34 of Hostile Love
“The contract is worthless. Blanco didn’t fulfill his side of the deal. Your father didn’t tell me anything.”
“It doesn’t work like that, and you know it,” I say, licking my lips.
Matheus shrugs. “I don’t want a wife anymore.” He pauses and a slow smirk dances on his lips. “Or maybe I do. Maybe I should marry sweet little Sofia?—”
I freeze. “You wouldn’t…”
“Why wouldn’t I? You already think I’m just like every other man out there. I may as well sink to your lowly expectations.”
“Matheus,” I warn, my hands shaking and pulse thrumming. “Don’t.”
“Or what? You’ll come for me, Dani? Go ahead, I fucking dare you.”
I jump to my feet and let the rest of the bullets pelt the carpet, panting hard when he turns his bare ass to me and stalks along the corridor towards the stairs.
I’ve lived without him before, and I could easily do it again.
“Fuck you!” I yell at him while my whole body trembles from anger—and heartache.
As he drops onto the top step, I spin on the balls of my feet, and march into the bedroom to hunt out a robe, getting ready to teach him a lesson too.
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MATHEUS
My heart is thundering in my chest, and my fists are clenched so goddamn tight I could break a man’s jaw if he crossed my path.
Of course, I won’t marry Sofia Blanco. If I can’t have Dani, I don’t want anyone else, least of all her sister.
I sure as fuck wouldn’t settle for second best.
Doesn’t stop me from pretending I’d go ahead with it––to see if it hurts my little firecracker as much as her refusal hurts me.
Yeah, sure, she fucking cares. I understand that loud and clear. She also enjoys my dick in her hot little holes too. But that’s not enough.
I need more.
All or nothing.
It’s that simple.
At the bottom of the stairs, I glance over my shoulder, my gaze drifting all the way up to the top of the empty landing.
Sighing heavily, I embrace the same feelings I’d endured all my life. I let them twist in my gut, turning the bruises into something darker.
I growl under my breath and do a one-eighty, marching towards two soldiers guarding the front door.
“Help me out, would you?” I open my arms and stand there stark naked, my dick still wet from Dani’s spittle. “She ripped off my clothes. They’re ruined.”
Dario chuckles and shakes his head.
“Christ, Souza.” He thumbs the split lip I’d given him earlier. “None of us want to see that thing around here.”
“Why, afraid you’d enjoy looking at it too much?” I smirk, not in the mood for small talk, but acting playful to get what I need.
“You’re not my type, pretty boy. This way.”
Dario nods at me and starts to walk away. Hot on his heels, I follow him past the staircase and down another corridor on the right side of the house.
