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I can almost feel the conflict happening inside her brain. She wants to finish. She hates herself for wanting me, but she’s so turned on right now.

If she wants the answers, she has to get off.

I keep stroking myself. Her eyes zone in on my cock. I bite back a groan as she rolls that silver nipple piercing between her fingers. I can smell her sweetness from here.

It’s taking every single ounce of restraint I have right now not to go over there and fuck her like she craves to be fucked.

Her back arches against the door, her head lowering, and her hooded eyes meet mine. The desire, the pure hunger in them, almost has my balls exploding. This woman is like none I’ve ever met.I have a nice slice on my neck to prove that.

“Fuck,” she mutters as her body shakes.

I tip back my head and imagine her tied up on my bed; her spanked ass up in the air and me pounding into her from behind, over and over again until she passes out. Imagining her sweet voice screaming for me. My thighs tighten and with one last tug, I come all over my hand and I’m fucking breathless.

As I tip my head back up, I find her watching me, still rolling her lip between her perfect white teeth, brushing her hair out of her face and a beautiful blush spreading up her chest.

Without a word, I stand, tucking myself back into my pants and head to the bathroom to wash my hands. I catch a glance of my own reflection, the desire is hard to hide. Get a fucking grip.

She’s still by the door as I re-enter, watching my every move. I walk towards her and her breath hitches. I bend down and pick up her dress and hand it out to her. She cautiously extends her hand out, and the second our fingers connect, a surge of electricity shoots down to my dick. I grab hold of her hand and pull her small frame towards me, leaning down so my lips brush against her jaw.

“You enjoy watching me, don’t you, detective?” I huskily rasp in her ear.

She shivers against me. “No.”

My lips twitch into a grin. “Liar.”

“I-I’m not,” she whispers, her warm breath hitting against my cheek.

“I’ll warn you once. The next time we’re in the same room together, I will fuck you, Zara. I will ruin you for any other man. I’ve let you have your fun.”

I rub my fingers along the cut she left me with on my throat.

I step back abruptly. I truly don’t know what I want. Do I want her to stop following me? Do I want to fuck her? If I do, will I ever be able to stop?

“You owe me answers, Frankie.”That fire in her eyes returns as she scowls at me, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“You really think I’d make it that easy?” I whisper against her cheek and pull myself away before I take it any further.

Zara looks horrified as I open the door.

“See you around, angel.” I wink and shut it.

8

ZARA

I shimmy on my dress as fast as I can and zip it up, heading out of the room.

Jax is leaning on the bar with a beer, watching me with a knowing grin as I walk through. My cheeks are still on fire from my encounter with Frankie. I can’t believe I just let him see me come, imagining it was him.

Fuck, it was hot.

Seeing him lose control for that split second, it was the hardest I’ve climaxed in a long time.That asshole owes me some answers.

I head towards the exit, the smell of cigarettes lingering in the hallway.

The door opens and two men walk in. That’s when my eyes lock on Frankie’s as he stands outside, hand in pocket, blowing a puff of smoke towards the door.

“Miss, your coat!”

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