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There wouldn’t be any stray probes being fired today.
He stood over me, his chest to my face. He breathed hard.
His expression was thunderous. Hatred rippled off him in waves.
Ry clenched his hands into fists.
Unflinchingly, I met his gaze. Silently, I begged him to stay calm.
Electricity arced between us, crackling the air.
He closed his hand around my throat. The pressure he applied was firm—not enough that I couldn’t breathe, but enough to exert control.
My eyelids fluttered as my body reacted to his proximity. Heat flashed through me. My mouth went dry, and my hands itched to have him under my palms, skin on skin. My cock thickened, announcing its interest to the world like a goddamn flagpole.
The man was potent.
Chaos had erupted around us, but we were in a bubble of stillness. The squeak of rubber soled boots sounded and repeated shouts of “Drop your hands,” from Chisolm and Peterson had rung out.
But Ryder didn’t move.
I didn’t either.
The officers watching the feed would have already scattered, weapons at the ready as they charged down the corridor. Any moment now, the door would burst open, and he’d be taken down.
I flattened my palms, slowly motioning downward with my hands. “Lower your weapons,” I instructed the other detectives, my Adam’s apple caressing Ryder’s palm as I swallowed.
“You piece of shit,” Ryder hissed, gripping my throat tighter. He’d likely leave marks, little bruises where each of his fingers pressed into my sensitive skin. My cock throbbed. I couldn’t deny the appeal—wearing his mark would be… I shivered.
“I had no choice,” I rasped. He was in my personal space, looking down at me with a mixture of disdain and disgust. Standing, he was only half a head taller than I am, but seated like this, I was at the perfect height to nuzzle his ribs and dip my head lower to his navel. Below that, the delicious V led to a package I’d happily wrap my lips around.
He’d probably take my head off if I tried something so bold.
I wanted to hold him, to touch him. I wanted to wrap my hand around his hip and pull him between my legs. I would show him the truth of my words.
But I didn’t.
I pushed my hands down again, motioning for my partners to lower their tasers. “I’m doing my best to get you out of this—”
“I don’t give a shit what you’re doing. It’s not enough.” His face was close to mine, his voice a rough growl as he shifted closer, moving between my legs and dominating me. He pressed his hand against my jaw, and I bit back a whimper. The desire flowing through my veins ratcheted up, my cock thickening as he leaned into me.
His harsh breaths, choppy inhales and exhales, washed over my face. The man was a force to be reckoned with.
Potent and intense.
I’d always been captivated by him and the way, even as a teenager, he’d owned the room.
He was a lot like the other man I wanted but couldn’t have.
“It’ll never be enough,” I murmured, dropping my gaze, ashamed of the direction my thoughts were pulling me in. “But I’m trying, Ry. I really am. I just don’t know how to get you out of this mess. Talk to me. Tell me something I can use to help.”
He stilled, anger draining from his face. Disappointment replaced it until he slammed the walls into place. He dropped his hand, straightening as he stepped back, going deathly calm. “No comment.”
“Don’t you get it, Ry?” I pleaded with him, motioning to the other detectives in the room. “I can’t protect any of you if I don’t know what happened.”
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as if I was an idiot. “No comment.”
I gripped his shirt, closing my hands around the material and holding tight. “They’ll send someone else; they’ll throw the book at all of you.”
