8. Matheus
“Shut the fuck up, little firecracker!” I grit out behind clenched teeth, almost snarling at her. “There won’t be another dick. And even if your crush dies…” I mock the disrespectful choice of word she had used. “…my love for you won’t.”
Her eyes widen as if the sentiment is alien to her. The word love isn’t something I’d throw out just to see if it fits the moment.
I meant those four little letters like they were woven through her name and inked on my skin.
I wouldn”t say it unless she meant something to me.
But now she’s quietly staring at me. My stomach knots and that familiar wave of rejection makes the edges of my vision feather, black and violent, like never before.
The harder I tried to impress my father, the less he cared about me. After walking away from him once and for all, I existed in a different world where I didn’t have to beg to be seen.
Greedy women tripped over themselves to be noticed by me.
Power hungry guys wanted to hang out with me.
Strangers constantly tried to befriend me.
It was exhausting, but I had an abundance of attention. I had it all and yet nothing important that I wanted to hold on to for long.
Beneath the surface, I understood my mother’s unconditional love would always be there and my brothers’ guidance never stopped––but still, something was missing.
I’d wake up every day, snort emptiness up my nose and ignore the hollowness in my chest. The days became too heavy and the nights a blur.
But the higher I soared, the lower I sank.
I was fucking miserable.
And then I met this woman and the lost guy somehow felt found.
Despite the way she reacts to my touch, it could simply be a lust that fades like the summer heat right before winter.
I didn’t mean to fall in love. But that’s exactly what had happened. I fell in, heart first. And if she doesn’t feel the same way––
I shake off the whisper of darkness chilling my blood and resurface from my spiral, bringing my focus back to her silver eyes and those juicy tits that deserve a slap.
I growl from the back of my throat, angry at myself for the way my tired, alcohol dulled brain is trying to fuck with me just like Papá used to do.
She’s into me. I know it.
Dani swallows a gulp against my hand that refuses to go easy on her neck.
When she shivers, I slap my other hand onto her ass and dig my fingertips into the plump flesh, imprinting my ownership all over her.
She whimpers and my veins catch fire. My lips linger before hers, perhaps waiting for her feelings to spill past them, to hear the truth.
But she keeps her emotions shut down, except for the desire swimming in her eyes. Dani could never hide that from me.
Not wanting to think anymore, I smother her mouth with mine and stick my tongue inside, nearly choking her with it.
Rather than fight against me, she surrenders to the hunger and groans. The sexy little sound shoots straight through my chest like an arrow.
God-fucking-damn-it.
Our kiss is sloppy and messy, fast and wet. Everything I need to convince myself she wants me. Like really wants me.
Needing more than her lips, I drag her off me and shove her back onto the bed. Her hair maps the duvet around her head and those nipples sit proudly upon her tits like cherries crowning cupcakes.
Fuck, I could eat her alive and still crave that dripping little cunt of hers night after night. I can practically smell her arousal, see how flushed her skin is, and the way she looks at me under fluttery lashes sends my heart thumping.
Crawling over the top of her, my dick bobs against my abdomen, pre-cum weeping from the tip of it in anticipation.
She reaches for me, scraping her nails over my shoulders and fisting my hair so my scalp comes alive with chills.
I drop my mouth to the side of her face and nip her earlobe between my teeth. When she groans again, I smile against her cheek, recognizing the slip of her rigid self-control.
My little firecracker’s barriers are crumbling, and it’s the most beautiful thing to behold.
“You’ve missed me, haven’t you?”
“I saw you a few hours ago,” she counters.
“Yeah, I remember. You were worried about me. Admit it.” I pluck her nipple and swat her tit, loving how it wobbles.
When her eyes search mine, I catch a glimpse of sadness in the depth of her stare.
“I was marginally concerned…” Her lips twitch into a playful smile. “…that someone else had bumped you off before I had the chance to do it.”
“Liar.” I smirk. “You were considerably concerned that I wouldn’t be around to fuck you like this.”
As much as I have an obsession with the feel of her skin, when she lets herself go, she can’t stop herself from rubbing against me, too. She caresses my chest, licking the saltiness from my skin and strokes me like I’m hers.
She can’t keep her hands off me.
“Forget the foreplay, Mat.”
Dani reaches between us and grabs my dick. A remarkable silver halo grows thinner as her pupils dilate.
“I’m ready now.”
“Beg me, baby,” I demand, my voice thick.
She starts panting and squeezes my dick. Hard. While my eyes roll from the pleasure, she lets go, latches onto my wrist, and manhandles me sideways.
I let her push me onto my back, scramble on her knees to straddle my hips, and stab her hands into the mattress at either side of my head.
It gives her a sense of control and turns me the fuck on. But it doesn’t mean I couldn’t flip her over in a heartbeat or won’t.
Her body arcs over me and tickly hair skims my shoulders when she lowers her face before mine.
“I said, I’m ready, baby,” she taunts, licking my bottom lip. “Show me how you played with the girls at university.”
My insides cringe, because screwing her in the same way is impossible.
They weren’t her.
“Are there a couple of girls waiting to join us?” I smirk, while roughly ripping her panties and positioning the crown of my dick at her pussy, teasing an entry.
She frowns, suddenly thoughtful. “Is that something you’d want?”
“Nope.”
“Okay…” she whispers, the sense of her relief lighting me up inside.
“And I’m not playing with you,” I announce, roughly grabbing her waist and tossing her onto the mattress, my mood turning feral. “This is real.”
I’m ready too and this won’t be anything like the meaningless sex I had in the past.
Flat on her ass, her head skims the foot of the bed and soft hair drapes over the edge. I mount her at speed, roughly shoving her knees apart and moving into position between her thighs.
Dropping my mouth to hers, I kiss her again, tasting what’s mine. My dick is painfully hard, and my hands are everywhere—squeezing her tits, stroking her thighs, and settling around her throat.
“I only want the best…” I nudge the head of my dick against her opening and hollow her cheeks with my fingers. “…and that’s you.”
Holding my breath, I plunge in balls deep and shiver when my name leaves her mouth in a gust of air.
Her obedient pussy welcomes me, all warm, tight, and slick. The walls clamp around my dick, giving it the best fucking hug of its life.
My heart rate goes through the roof and the slight hint of her cunt’s defiance to accept the fullness takes my breath away.
If I’m not careful, I’ll blow my load too soon and spoil the moment.
Concentrating, I grind my molars and do my best to control my violent, pounding rhythm. I want to take my time with her.
But holy fuck, it’s damn near impossible when she’s kissing me and groaning into my mouth.
Tingly vibrations hum through me, becoming unbearable every time her pussy welcomes me back in.
My balls tighten and I curse under my breath.
This feeling is priceless.
Just then, synced by body parts and horniness, she starts panting and trembling.
“That’s it…fuck…that’s it, Mat…God…” she cries out, digging her nails into my ass. “Keep going…”
Sweat mists my spine, the challenge not to cum yet nearly fucking killing me.
With her lips parted, they sweep across my cheek, chin, and lips. Hot breaths feather my face and her teeth graze as she unravels beneath me.
The sensation of her release is so powerful I feel an electric current run through me.
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’re getting 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 forcing me to 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 marry you, 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?”