Page 16 of Bent, Not Broken

His reasoning was bullshit, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested. Some sick part of me didn’t even care that it was Polunin, but rather was excited by the idea. The things I’d do to him….

“Fine. Deal.” I held out my hand. He stood, ignoring my attempt to shake completely, and grabbed the back of my neck, dragging me into a hot, toe-curling kiss. My heart raced and my cock stiffened in ways it shouldn’t while sucking face with a dude. I shoved at him, nearly making him stumble over the bench, and glanced around the alcove as though someone with a camera would pop out. With Polunin, you never knew. Lawyers were sneaky assholes who’d do anything to get what they wanted. “Not in public.”

He held up his palms toward me, delight glinting in those dark brown eyes of his, almost like he got off on making me uncomfortable. “You have serious trust issues, did you know that?”

“I don’t trust lawyers.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Especially not you.”

“I’m not going to do anything to risk our careers, Slater. I was merely sealing the deal.” He flashed his pearly whites in my direction.

“Consider it sealed.” I shifted backward, my stomach burning hot with the need to bend him over the bench now. I wanted my naked cock inside him again. The idea was stupid and reckless, but also exciting. This couldn’t happen. “When do you finish work today?”

“Five.”

“Meet me at my house after.” I didn’t give him a chance to argue as I spun on my heel and strode back around the building to where I’d parked. I paused when three rumbling bikes pulled up in the lot near my truck. The riders dismounted, turning their backs to me and flashing their Kings of Men MC and New Gothenburg rockers while they slid off their helmets.

One of the men glanced my way when I got closer. He slid his sunglasses up onto the top of his head and his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. His face was familiar, but I couldn’t put a name to him right away. He was taller, with sharp features, and carried the type of muscles earned from riding and forcing a bike around, rather than going to a gym.

I knew one of his friends as the Kings’ new VP, a giant of a man named Jester, with dark red hair and beard and an array of colorful tattoos. The other one was less recognizable to me, but he had stark white hair with dark roots and a pretty face, not the type of guy I expected in a motorcycle club. He looked like he belonged in a rock band.

“You’re a cop,” the main asshole said, making the other two stop and look at me too.

“And you’re a King. Glad we’re acquainted.” My voice dropped low in warning, my muscles tensing more with every passing second.

He leaned against his bike, an arrogant grin plastered on his face. “I’m the King. You’re the one who fucked up with Hound.”

Fuck, this was their president, the moron who simply went by King. I didn’t have to ask which club member he was talking about. They all had ridiculous nicknames for one another, and I knew Hound was one of Riggs’ aliases. According to our file on him, Riggs got the name Hound because he was like a dog when it came to searching for people the Kings needed to send a message to. He didn’t stop until he had them.

I glared and went to move around him to my truck, when King’s hand slammed on my shoulder. My training kicked in and I had him in a headlock in seconds, adrenaline pumping through my veins as my conditioned response to protect myself took full control. His friends stalked forward, but the sound of pounding feet behind us made them stop.

“Enough!” Polunin’s voice sliced through the air and his hand grasped my shoulder, jerking me back and making me release the asshole.

King coughed as he inhaled much-needed air, eyes narrowed on me as though he’d like nothing more than to rip me apart limb from limb.

“Officer Slater, do we need to define assault for you?” Polunin rounded on me and made sure to stand in between me and the three Kings.

“Do I need to explain what self-defense is?” I snapped back, jangling my keys in front of him. “I was heading to my truck when he touched me. Keep your clients in check, Polunin, or they’ll find themselves in cuffs again, and trust me, this time there’s no Conrad to fuck up.”

“Is that a threat? Might I remind you that you’re not on duty, Officer Slater.”

I saw the moment he slid into lawyer mode, and the desire I felt for him disappeared, leaving behind an acid taste in the back of my throat. He reminded me of the same lawyer who got Dad off for murder the first time. Not long after, he decided to slice my mother up. That man didn’t care who my father hurt, as long as he got the jury to say not guilty, and put another win on his resume. Polunin was no different.

My mouth twisted and I took a step back from him. “Fuck you, Polunin. You wanna be their groupie, do it, but don’t come running to the cops when they beat that pretty face of yours.”

“Aw, you think my face is pretty?” Polunin cocked his head, and that smile felt like a kick to the balls. Hot, tight hole or not, he was still just a smug asshole who liked making cops’ lives more difficult.

The Kings behind him chuckled, and anger swirled in my stomach. I shifted forward until I was in his face, and he held his hand up to the Kings when it appeared that they were going to defend his honor. His gaze darkened, and I felt the need in them right down to my bones. He wanted everything that came with this—the roughness, the hatred, the anger—and so did I. If I didn’t leave soon, I’d have a hard-on in front of these other bastards because my cock was ready to fatten to full length.

He licked his lips, and I took it as a sign to leave.

Right fucking now.

“Fuck you, Polunin.” I made sure to put extra meaning behind the words and then smirked.

Stepping away from him, I headed toward my truck, ignoring the cruel laughter following me. They had no idea how much of a bitch their lawyer was, how desperate he was for my cock in his hole, and as tempting as it was to tell them and watch their reactions, it wasn’t worth the trouble.

I wanted Polunin on his hands and knees, ass in the air like a dog in heat, while I drilled my rock-hard cock into him.

I wanted to make him choke on my length as I shoved myself into the back of his throat until he couldn’t breathe.