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“Don’t,” he warns, already sensing my plan.
My hands remain on the tight muscles between his shoulders, my acrylic nails embedding themselves under his skin.
It’s been a minute since I’ve wrestled with a man this size. I almost forgot what it was like.
Almost.
“On God, if you keep trying to kill me—”
“If I keep trying to kill you, eventually I will succeed. Then you’ll be dead and there’ll be nothing you can do about it, so stop wasting your energy on empty threats and focus on trying to kill me first.”
What kind of training is Cyrus giving his men these days? This is fucking sad. Even Tommy put up a better fight than this and I caught him from behind.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I don’t want to kill you. I don’t even want to hurt you.”
“Tell that to my scalp.”
His hand slips under my head again, but instead of his fingers tangling in my hair, they cradle my skull, gently massaging the scalp.
My body goes rigid in anticipation of the impending blow.
Except…nothing comes.
What the fuck is this? It can’t be actual tenderness. It never is.
“Get off.” I drive my palms up into Reece’s shoulders, pushing, but he doesn’t so much as budge. “Get off. Get off me!”
My heartbeat stutters, making it hard to breathe.
“Chill the fuck out. I’m not gonna hurt you.”
I’d prefer if he did though. Pain, I know. Pain, I can handle. Pain, I can reciprocate. It’s anything else—
No, it’severythingelse I can’t do.
Feeling like I’m the one choking, my jaw trembles as I pant, “Get the fuck off me.”
“Not until you calm down.”
“Is this your kink? Being fatherly?”
He lifts my head so our faces are only an inch apart. “Is that what you’re used to?”
“Excuse me?” I bite out, acid churning in my stomach. Did someone tell him about me? Didhe?
“Your husband’s sidepiece kept calling him Daddy during their video fuck.”
Oh.
I fill my chest with a full breath, feeling the tightness ebb, then exhale through my nose.
That’s all this is—a good-cop routine. Reece expects me to cry and fall apart over my husband’s infidelity, his subsequent coddling act putting his dick first in line for me to jump on in retaliation.
Unfortunately for him, I don’t trust any cops, especially the nice ones.
“My husband’s preferences and mine don’t always align. It’s why he keeps his girlfriends at his beck and call,” I lie.
“You knew he was cheating?”
