Page 67 of Hostile Love
His laugh is a deep, dirty rumble. “Yeah, I’m counting on it,” he says next to my ear. “As long as you slow down long enough for me to stuff my dick in your hungry little pussy while we wrestle.”
“What should I tell Blanco about the engagement?”
He straightens and stares at me, his sunny flirtatiousness slipping to black.
“You leave him to me.”
Matheus breaks away, steps back into the bathroom, and moves to the doorway. His chestnut eyes turn fiery, and my muscles tighten, making my heart pound.
He quirks a dimpled smile and starts to turn away.
“If you want me, baby, you should strip first… and then find me.”
Leaving me to lean against the tiles alone, his husky voice rumbles over his shoulder. “Keep the thigh holster on and put the knife back in its place.”
He flicks the lights off.
20
DANIELA
I blink into the dark corners of the bathroom and give my eyes a moment to adjust.
With the door ajar, the steel blade on the floor is bathed in a sliver of lamplight pouring in from the bedroom.
I peel off my shorts and drop onto my haunches, doing as he says by returning it to my thigh holster.
Once it's secured, the last of the light fades and I’m plunged into complete darkness.
Rising, I kick off my running shoes, step out of my shorts, pull my top up and over my head, and root my bare feet on the heated floor.
The last of the hot steam swirls scents of masculine shower gel and suddenly I wonder if he’s back in the room with me.
Unafraid, I blindly stretch my arm out to grab him, waving it in the blackness, but not meeting anything.
A little disappointed, I turn sideways and pat the wall at my side, using it to guide me.
Barefoot, I move from tiles to velvety carpet. On my right, the heavy drapes lay open a fraction, welcoming a silver glow.
It spreads across the empty armchair positioned by the window and casts a faint path for me to follow.
Keeping my ass to the wall, I skirt the heavy Italian wardrobe, narrowing my eyes on the shadowy bed across the room.
My senses are on high alert, but it's the thrill of the hunt that has my blood pumping.
He’s here. Somewhere––watching me––I know it.
If I listen carefully, I should be able to pick up the rhythm of his breathing. Except there’s nothing.
Only my pulse thumping in my ears, the energy louder than the silence.
I can’t control the way my temperature is rising. I’m hotter than hell now and the ache between my legs throbs with need.
Usually, I’m at one with the shadows and comfortable when they hide me. Tonight, though, I want to be found.
To feel his body heat and hand myself over to this inescapable hunger eating me alive.
However, the killer inside of me, she knows how to play with her victims, not turn into one. Even if I’ve become a slave to this dark desire of ours.
