Page 23 of He Sees You

Okay. So he’s completely naked under the suit. No undershirt. No boxers or briefs. With the suit pants down by hisknees, his erection is unmistakable. My eyes are instantly drawn to it, and the cop fuckingpreensas I stare.

Chuckling softly under his breath, he lets my eyes take in the magnificent sight—and, fucking hell, it looks even better than the toy does—before he taps a mark about two inches above his pubic hair.

It’s a dark tattoo, with a black outline and shading that gives it some life. About the size of a half-dollar coin, I can immediately tell what it is, even if I can’t believe it.

It’s a dove. A motherfucking dove.

Derek Coleman has adovetattooed right near his junk.

“You’re insane,” I breathe out.

“I’m determined,” he says, correcting me. “And, like I told you tonight, I’myours. This tattoo tells the world that I belong to Dove Yarrow. And once you take my cock inside of you the same way you did that dildo, you’ll belong to me. Unless you’d rather take your chances on the inside.”

Prison. This man just showed off a tattoo he obviously got in honor of me, and he still thinks he needs to threaten me with his badge in order to get me to fuck him.

His cock is out. I’m already naked. I wanted to fuck him earlier, and after my experience with the sex toy he had made for me, I know how good it’ll feel with him stretching me out. Probably even better since he’ll be able to fuck me instead of me having to do all the work.

It’s Christmas. Even if it’s just this once, I’ll fuck this cop, he’ll get over this irrational obsession, and we can both move on.

Right?

I shudder out a breath. At the same time, I release my hold on my blanket.

He groans. I push the covers down so that I’m not hiding behind them at all. Derek swipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then kicks out his feet so that he’s sitting in the middle ofmy bed instead of kneeling. In seconds, he’s removed the pants so that he’s as naked as I am.

Gripping his cock, giving it a quick stroke, he jerks his chin toward the head of the bed. “On your hands and knees, Dove. Now.”

I start to shift my weight, but before I can get into position like he instructed me to, he’s already shaking his head.

“No. Over there. I want you exactly where you were earlier tonight. Then we do this right. The way we were always meant to. Flesh on flesh, my precious Dove. Me and you.”

I blink, pausing near the center of the bed. Oh my God. He’s jealous of that toy, isn’t he?

He’s paying close attention to me as I freeze in place. Still stroking himself, squeezing the tip of his cock as though afraid he’ll come before he can actually get me to fuck him, Derek frowns. “What’s the matter, Dove? Change your mind? Or are you afraid?”

Am I?

I can’t tell if he’s trying to goad me now. Like a kid calling another one ‘chicken’ to get them to do what they want, is he asking me if I’m too afraid to fuck him to dare me to do so? Or does he actually care how I feel?

Surprisingly, I think he actually cares—and that’s why, after another shake of my head, I get in the same position I was in earlier tonight.

That’s all he needed from me. To have me finally acquiesce, no matter how he blackmailed and nagged and cajoled me into doing what he wanted, I got on my hands and my knees in front of him on my own. I have my ass up, my pussy ready to be fucked by the twisted cop who could either be my most erotic dream—or one hell of a nightmare.

Derek releases his cock, the bed dipping as he maneuvers his way behind me. He squeezes my ass cheek, and there’ssomething about his possessive touch that sends a shiver running down my spine. When Jerry grabbed me, I felt slimy as hell. When Derek does it…

Damn it. It’s been too long since I’ve been laid if I’m actually looking forward to my stalker doing it to me.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, getting into position behind me. He presses a kiss to the small of my back before bracing my legs with his. “You won’t regret this, precious. I promise you that.”

So long as he promises me that he won’t arrest me, that’s all I need to hear.

I don’t tell him that, though. I can’t. For all his talk of waiting and patience, he must’ve finally hit his limit after all because the moment he dips his finger inside of me, checking to see if I’m wet enough to take him—and, Jesus Christ, Iam—he quickly replaces his finger with the head of his cock before he enters me with one forceful thrust.

I take him easily. Of course I do. It was only a few hours ago that I stretched myself out with the dildo, and though he seems thicker because he’sreal, my body accepts him easily.

He can tell, too.

“I knew it,” Derek breathes out, a touch of wonder to his voice that I can’t help but sense all the way down to my toes. “Your body was absolutely made to be fucked by mine. You feel that?” He pulls out, then shoves himself back in, going impossibly deeper with his next thrust. “You feel how it welcomes me? How itknowsme? It takes me so well, precious. It doesn’t want to let me go.”

---