Page 27 of Can You Take It?

I lean in closer, our faces almost touching. “Scream all you want.”

She glares at me but there’s something else in her eyes, something that tells me she’s fighting against herself as much as she is against me.

I can’t take it anymore. It’s wrong, but fuck, it feels right. I pull her in for a kiss, she struggles for a moment, but then, she kisses me back just as furiously.

Our lips crash together, a feral, primal kiss, all teeth and tongues and desperation. It’s like we’re trying to devour each other.

I pull her closer by tangling my hands in her hair, while she’s clawing at the back of my neck. I bite her lip, not gently, but with a hint of aggression. No, not a hint, but a lot of aggression. I am mad because she kissed someone else. I’ll ask myself later why it even matters.

My hands roam over her body, feeling the curve of her waist. I slide my hand up to cup her breast, feeling the softness and the rapid beat of her heart under my palm. Her nipple hardens under my touch, and I can’t resist pinching it lightly, eliciting a gasp from her that drives me wild.

She arches into me, her body pressing against mine, her fingers digging into my shoulders. My hand travels down,slipping under her sweatshirt to feel the bare skin of her stomach, tracing the lines and curves of her body. I push her shirt up further, exposing more of her skin.

My lips leave hers, trailing down her neck, sucking and biting gently, marking her skin. Izel’s head falls back, giving me more access.

“Richard,” she breathes, and abruptly, I pull away from her skin. It’s a risky move, and I know we’re both on the edge of something that could either save us or screw us over. I grab her hand, and we stumble out of the club.

She obeys without a word. I make a quick call to a cop I trust to take care of the stolen car. He’ll ensure it’s discreetly returned to its rightful owner. Then, I call Lucas, instructing him to call it a night. He’s done enough damage for one evening.

Izel and I get into my car, and part of me feels like I should apologize for what just happened, but fuck it, I don’t feel sorry. If anything, I want more than just a kiss, but I know that’s a line I can’t cross, not yet.

The silence is almost unbearable. I’m wrestling with my thoughts, trying to make sense of it all, when Izel finally breaks the silence.

“Richard,” she says, making it sound like she is about to make a request. “Let Liam go.”

I glance at her, and for the first time, I see a vulnerability that’s been buried beneath the layers of everything she tends to hide. The cop part of me screams that this is stupid, that I shouldn’t give in to her request. But something else tells me that this is the first time she’s asked for something instead of outright demanding it. Maybe there’s a reason she’s asking, a reason beyond her usual stubbornness. I know I should keep Liam under surveillance, make sure he doesn’t escape the country, but I find myself nodding.

“Alright,” I say softly. “I’ll see what I can do about it.”

The rest of the ride continues in the same uncomfortable silence. When we finally reach home, Izel doesn’t say anything. She just gets out of the car, walks inside, and heads straight for the bedroom without so much as a glance back. I wonder how many times she’s pulled off an escape like this. It takes guts, especially with three cops watching.

I try to focus on the case, but my mind keeps wandering. The madness of the club, that wild kiss, it’s all stuck in my head. And damn, I can’t shake this damn hard-on that’s been bugging me since the club.

I’m pissed at myself, wondering why I’m turned on when things are far from sexy. I can’t concentrate on the case with my mind in the gutter like this. So, I decide to take a cold shower, hoping it’ll clear my head of all the confusion clouding my judgment.

I step into the shower, turning the knob to cold, but it doesn’t do a damn thing to kill the heat burning inside me. My mind’s gone to a dark place, and no matter how much I try to push it away, it keeps going back to her. Izel. Her face. Her lips. Those beautiful hypnotic eyes. The way her body fit against mine like she was fucking made for me.

I can’t stop it. I don’t even want to.

My hand moves down, almost on instinct, wrapping around my cock as her image burns into my brain. I give in—fuck it—I’ve been holding back all night. This need, this urge to lose myself in her, it’s too much.

I can almost see her on her knees in front of me, looking up at me with those wide eyes, waiting for me to give her what she wants.

I let out a groan, gripping myself tighter, stroking slowly at first. I let my imagination run wild with the way she’d wrap those lips around me, her tongue swirling at the tip, tasting me. I’d grab a fistful of her hair, guiding her, forcing her to take more,to take all of me. She’d gag, her throat would tighten around my cock, but she wouldn’t stop. Fuck, no, she’d be desperate to please me, to have me fill her mouth, to hear me lose control.

The water hits my skin harder now, like it’s trying to snap me out of this, but I don’t stop. My hand moves faster, stroking harder. I imagine her pulling off, gasping for air, spit trailing down her chin.

I can see it so clearly. Her lips would be red and swollen from how rough I'd be with her, her tongue flicking out to taste me, teasing the tip before taking me in again. The water’s hotter now, steam starts rising around me, clouding the glass door, but I don’t give a shit. I’m too far gone.

All I can focus on is the image of Izel on her knees, her lips stretched around my cock, her throat swallowing every inch of me like she can’t get enough.

“Fuck, yes,” I grunt at the pleasure building inside me. I can feel my balls tightening, that familiar ache spreading through my body as I imagine her mouth sucking me dry, taking everything I have to give her.

My head slams back against the glass as I picture her lips sliding off my cock, her hand jerking me off as she looks up at me, her tongue darting out to catch the come dripping down her chin. She’d smile, knowing she fucking owned me, knowing I’d do anything to feel her mouth on me again.

The climax hits me and my whole body shudders as I explode, come shoots from my cock, splattering against the glass. I groan, my hand still working me through it, milking every last drop as I picture her licking it off her lips, swallowing every bit of me like she’s starving for it.

I lean against the cold glass, gasping for breath. The water’s still running, scorching my skin now, but I don’t move. Izel’s still in my head, her name is still hanging in the air like a fucking curse.

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