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I moved to stand beside her. “Riley, you remember Detective Hall. She’s looking for information about Lars Alfritsen and the girl who was murdered.” I smiled down at her, and there it was. Her fear, flickering in her eyes, sneaking out her pores, burning under her skin. I could smell it. Feel it in the uptick of her pulse.
My dick stiffened. If I cornered her, she would fight back. Dammit. I should’ve worn a cup. Damned sure going after my balls would be her first move. I could protect them, but I preferred not to be on the defensive the entire time.
“I don’t know who that is.” The stutter made her lie more convincing.
“You’ll have to pardon Riley, Detective. Death makes her squeamish.” I pulled her into my side, close enough our hips touched, and she tried to jerk away, but I pulled her back. The struggle started.
The detective eyed Riley and stood. “You’ll let me know if you think of anything that’s pertinent to the case?”
It wasn’t a question. Just like my, “Absolutely,” wasn’t an answer. But she left and shut the door behind her before Riley swung and I caught her hand before it connected with my cheek. I dragged it behind her, then twisted her so she was pressed with her back against my chest, our arms twined between us.
“What are you doing, Riley?”
“You left me chained to a wall.” She shifted, trying to free herself.
“I sent Asher to let you go.” I tilted my head. He hadn’t called me since we spoke earlier. “Did you kill him?”
“No, you piece of shit. I’m saving that honor for you.” She writhed against me, and my dick sought her warmth, pressing into her ass. “Do you even care that he saw me naked?”
“Did he touch you?”
Brother or not, I would punish him. But she shook her head. “No. But he looked.”
“I can’t fault him for looking. You’re a beautiful woman. Not a straight man alive who wouldn’t look.” The words were meant to quell some of her fury, but they incensed her instead.
“Fuck you. You don’t get to decide who touches me or looks at me. I’m my own person.”
I chuckled. She was about to learn a powerful lesson. “Go stand against my desk.”
“Fuck you.”
I thrust my hips against her ass. “Funny you should mention it. That’s my plan.” I put my mouth to her ear. “Now, go bend over my desk.” My voice was stern, but I let her go.
She turned and shoved me, fire burning in her eyes. “Go bend over your own fucking desk,Roman. I’m not your fucking play toy.” She backed off, closer to the desk. The fight was worth every second.
I advanced and she backed away, but this was a ploy, to draw me in. She wasn’t scared. She was enjoying this. “Go, now.”
When her ass hit the top of my desk, I took one more step, crowding her.
“I’m not fucking you.”
I knew she’d get free, and that she’d be angry when she did. I pushed her hair back, then took her face in my hands and brushed my lips over her cheek. She thrashed her body, but I held the part of her I wanted very still. I kissed her until she relented, wrapped her arms around my neck, and held onto me.
“Do you want to fuck me now?” I slid one of the silver straps down her shoulder.
“Yes.” Her voice was little more than a pant when I bent to tease her nipple with my tongue, and she raked her nails over my scalp, holding on. She scraped one hand down my chest to unfasten my belt and then my slacks. When she shoved them away and took hold of my cock, I groaned. “You want me, Roman?”
I heard the game in her voice. She needed her revenge. Her retribution. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to suck your cock?”
My cock very much wanted that. “Yes.”
She slid down, her hand stroking me as she licked the head and closed her eyes. When she opened her mouth and sucked me inside, the airwhooshedout of my lungs. Holy fuck. Nothing like it.
I waited for the pain of a bite or a squeeze to punish me for the stunt with the wall restraints, but she swirled her tongue, flicked, sucked, stroked, all my favorite moves, and yet, I continued waiting for the revenge, braced myself for it.
“Riley, damn.” I wished she would just get it the fuck over with so I could enjoy the perfection of her mouth, the glide of her hand in time with the sweep of her tongue.
