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“I did. Wanted to kill that prick who tried to steal you from me, too. If I hadn’t gotten to you before you could, I might’ve.”
Dean. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you need to know what kind of man loves you. You weren’t scared before, but when I mentioned the prick… would you like it if I spared him?”
Spared him? I don’t… it was one date. One stupid, little date. But Burns… he’s serious. He’s looking for a reason to go after Dean. I gave him one with Carter, and he used the robbery to go after Brick, but Dean?
“He didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Didn’t he? I told you before, I won’t let anyone come between us. He tried before. What if he tries again? What then, Angela?” When I don’t answer him, his blue eyes darken noticeably. “What will you do for me if I let him go?”
I stay silent.
He doesn’t like that. “Get on your knees.”
I’ve had enough. “Why are you acting like this? Burns—”
A muscle ticks in his jaw.
“I’m not forcing you to do anything. It’s your choice, angel. Something’s going in that pretty mouth of yours. Either my gun or me.”
He’s so cold. So calculating. The tender emotion he showed as he held me before is gone. He says he’s not forcing me, but with the same gun that shot Carter in one hand, the other yanking down his zipper, pulling out his already hard cock… what kind of fucking choice do I really have?
But maybe… maybe it’s not about my choice at all. I think about how he mentioned ‘reward’ like that and a lightbulb goes off.
Is that how it is? Just when I start to think that Burns isn’t such a monster, that he actually—in his twisted way—caresabout me, he reduces this thing between us into another transaction. Another trade.
He gave me Carter, he’s sparing Dean, so now I have to give him head? That’s it, isn’t it?
Okay. Fine.
At the very least, if that’s all he wants for freeing me from Carter, I’ll do it.
As I approach him, I’m careful to keep my head turned away from the spot where Carter died. That’s not so difficult. Absolutely sure that he’s getting his way in this, Burns starts to take off his pants. As he shimmies his jeans down past his ass, I see that he’s gone commando. I have no clue if he does that normally or if he went without underwear because this was always his plan. It doesn’t matter. The only thing that does is how quickly his erection springs free, head pointing toward the ceiling once it’s allowed out of the confines of his jeans.
A bead of pre-come is already waiting for me on the tip.
I don’t realize I stopped moving to stare at his cock until Burns rasps, “Come here, angel. Come closer.”
I shuffle the rest of the way. When he’s within arm’s reach, I sink down in front of him. Going right to my knees, his cock at my eye level, I’m almost… eager to worship him with my mouth.
Especially since he’s teasing me by touching himself already.
I’m pretty sure he used his left hand to torture Carter with the rose thorns. He uses the same one to stroke himself. I’ll admit, something about seeing his big hand wrapping around his hard cock, pumping it slowly like a gun being primed.
This wasn’t my idea. Being intimate with Burns in the room where Carter died… in a million years, I never would’ve thought I’d get turned on by the idea of going down on a guy, especially after what I experienced tonight.
But Burns isn’t just any guy, is he? He’s my cop, and there’s something truly wrong with me that I’m actually kind of looking forward to tasting him.
My tongue darts out, lapping at my bottom lip. I can feel my eyes going heavy-lidded, an unfamiliar lust coming over me.
Burns lets go of his cock. In a throaty voice full of disbelief, he asks, “You’re really going to do it?”
Why wouldn’t I? “You told me to.”
“I did. I want you to.” He pauses, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “You want to.”
He always seems to think so.
