Page 69 of Hostile Love
“S.”
“S…” I whisper and gaze down at the red capital letters painted in order, from right to left.
“You are mine, baby. I hope you understand how much I love you.”
My heart skips a beat. Before I get the chance to reply, he seizes me by the waist and drags me into him. Staring into my eyes, it feels like he’s about to kiss me.
I want him too badly.
Desperately.
My eyes close, anticipating his lips. Only to be walked backwards, bringing me with him.
Together, we stop in front of a full-length mirror. He twirls me around to face it, slides a big hand over my quivering bellyand wraps his bleeding hand around my throat, controlling where my gaze falls.
In the half light, I see his face next to mine and the bloody name smeared across my skin. The sight of it doesn't repulse me. Not in the slightest.
And by the way his dick prods my lower back, he’s turned on. We both are.
“Who do you belong to?” he asks, his voice vibrating through me.
“Matheus Souza—you.”
The hand on my belly skates lower, moving between my thighs where his fingers roughly circle my swollen clit.
“Never forget it, Dani.” The gritty texture of his tone is both raw and smooth.
Deep and gritty.
My blood turns to liquid fire. Vulnerability whispers through me. Yet staring at the two of us in the mirror, I accept I’m happier now than I’ve ever been in my whole life.
His touch holds me together and scales the skyscraper walls I’d erected long before we met.
A moan escapes me when his finger dips inside. I automatically rise to my tiptoes, rolling my hips for more of his touch.
Taunting teeth graze the curve of my throat. The shivery sensation erases the heartache I endured when I thought he’d been shot dead.
“This is forever,” he murmurs against my skin, sucking my earlobe.
Goddammit…I’m almost shaking.
I watch the reflection of his hand work and whimper when he spreads his fingers across my belly. The ache for more burns through me.
“Do you fully believe it now? In your heart?”
When I nod, his growl rumbles between us. He quickly removes his fingers and slaps my pussy.
“Then say it,” he urges. “I want to hear you say it out loud.”
I suck in a breath. “My heart is yours until it stops beating, Matheus Souza,” I admit, my voice a whisper.
“Then I hope mine stops beating first, baby,” he whispers, low and husky.
My eyes sting and I bite my bottom lip. He slips in two fingers this time, buries his nose in the crook of my neck, and inhales deep.
I close my eyes, a powerful release building in my core, pleasure mounting from just his fingers and our genuine commitment.
He kisses my cheek, stops rubbing, and traces his wet fingers along my pelvis bone. I blink my eyes open to find him watching me in the mirror.
