Page 31 of Bent, Not Broken

He snorted. “I’m a cop.” He tugged at his collar, as if I were stupid, and that had my heart beating faster. Hell, I was a double-dog moron, but not the way he thought. “How did you get my number?”

“Oh, I see. Abusing police resources now?”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“You never answer mine. We’re even now. Guess we both have our secrets,” I grumbled.

He stepped forward and wasted no time wrapping his huge hand around the back of my neck. I had no choice except to tip my head when he slid his fingers into my short hair and jerked on the strands until he had me moved where he wanted. The kiss he laid on my mouth was brutal, not sweet at all, complete with teeth digging into my lip and then his tongue fucking against mine. My toes curled against the carpet.

He walked us forward without breaking away, and my head spun as he kicked the door closed with his foot. He picked me up around the waist and more or less carried me to the couch while I clung to his biceps and wrapped one leg around his hip. My stomach went weightless and I moaned. When he sat down, he arranged me on his lap and glared into my eyes. He dug his fingers hard on my hips and I knew I’d have fresh bruises tomorrow.

“I don’t like you.”

“You’ve said.”

“I don’t date.”

“You’ve said that too.”

“You can’t tell me you’re not seeing me anymore because we already weren’t.” He brushed his nose against mine.

“Oh.”

He slid a hand to my right asscheek and grasped it hard. My stomach wobbled. I hadn’t expected to have him in my apartment, ever, but he was so different from anyone else who’d been here. He didn’t ogle the room. He didn’t go over to the big windows and comment quaintly on the view. He stared at me. He saw me.

No one ever sat and waited me out like this while I was still and quiet. I always had to fight for attention. My stomach ran hotter and squirmed.

“If we’re not seeing each other, I don’t suppose you’ll want to stay the night?” I held my breath and really hoped I didn’t sound as pathetic as all those guys I’d left in the dust. If this was what it was like, actually giving a shit what someone said or thought, I wasn’t sure I liked it.

Chapter 9

Evan

“Yes.” My voice came out rough, and I didn’t have the energy to be embarrassed by how desperate I sounded. My arms felt like they weighed a hundred pounds, and I could barely lift them to hold Polunin close. He smelled fresh, and of some lavender body lotion I bet cost a small fortune. Water droplets clung to the sides of his temples from his wet hair, and he looked fucking hot like this, shirtless and leaning into my hand like a man starved for touch.

I didn’t care that I shouldn’t be staying the night at his apartment. I should be running for the hills, or at least as far away as I could from Vert Island. This part of New Gothenburg was nothing like my home, with their overdone mansions, big backyards, and pools wider than the floor plan of my house. Coming here, all I cared about was seeing Polunin, driven by a need I didn’t understand.

When he’d broken it off, whatever this was, I’d told myself it was for the best. I’d gone home, put my utility belt in my safe, and sat there at my kitchen table still in my uniform. I’d thought about how we’d fucked on that very table, how I’d had him on his back with his ass half off the edge as I drilled into him, and I’d decided then that it couldn’t be over because we weren’t fucking dating. Whatever we were doing was about sex, and I hadn’t finished with him yet.

His mother was exactly as I imagined. Drunker than the Mad Hatter and giggly, so unlike Polunin in every way. She was who I expected to live in these sorts of houses.

Now I found myself here, with Polunin straddling my waist in his cute pajama pants, and with his sleek, shirtless body pressed to mine, and it was the best decision I’d made. He moved against me, his ass tempting my trapped cock and his lips nibbling against mine with the kind of need that made my toes curl in my boots. I grabbed his asscheeks with a firm grip and dragged him as close as I could get him. He felt good on me, and my cock hardened under his rocking. This was one of the reasons I couldn’t let him go; he turned me on more than anyone had before, and made my belly warm in ways that were, admittedly, fucking terrifying. I couldn’t want whatever this was, but I craved it.

Polunin moaned into my mouth, his hands clasping my face. His body was hot to touch, and in a matter of seconds, he turned wild, his hip thrusts becoming more violent as he ground his excited dick against my stomach and nearly got off, all while rubbing against my cock. He moved his hand to my hair, yanking as his tongue fucked against mine, and I enjoyed every second. My balls felt ready to explode and we hadn’t even gotten rid of the clothes yet.

We broke apart and panted against each other’s lips. His eyes had taken on a lusty haziness and he groaned, resting his forehead against mine. Tongue swiping over his top lip, he grinned. “So maybe we should move this to the bed?”

“Why?” I raised my eyebrows at him and took in his flushed cheeks and swollen mouth. Giving his asscheek a nice squeeze, I leaned closer to whisper, “I want you to fuck yourself on me right here, Polunin.”

He let out a small laugh. “Dirty boy.”

I leaned back against the couch and put my hands behind my head, stretching the muscles I hadn’t used today while sitting behind the desk and mostly doing paperwork. We could have arrested the Harlot for a lot more, but the captain didn’t want to start any fires with Demchenko’s law firm, not until we had good reason, which meant I was stuck with the computer. Seeing Polunin had been the highlight of my day, though, him standing in the interrogation room, his perfectly pressed suit and impeccable hair styled just right. All I’d thought about for the rest of the day was fucking him again, even after his attempt at a breakup of a relationship that didn’t exist.

Having him here, his arms curled around my neck and his cock nudging against mine, made me feel things I didn’t want to process. Between the warmth in my chest and the heaviness of my balls, I wondered if I was as straight as I thought. Fuck that. I didn’t care because I had Polunin’s hole just waiting to be pounded and a hard cock ready to use his ass.

He slid his hands down my shoulders and over my pecs, the touch slow and teasing, and his smile twitched toward wicked. “You want me to take charge?”

“Get me off.” I slapped his asscheek, and even with the thin cotton material of his pants in the way, the sound reverberated around the room. “I’ve had a hard day at work.”