Page 13 of Overdose
My thighs clench, and yeah. There goes what little self-control I had left.
He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. Fingers drag against the shell. I shiver.
“But I was watching.”
I arch a brow, still pressed against the wall, sweat cooling under my clothes. “Watching, huh?” My lips twitch into a smirk. “Why? You looking to give Yelp reviews on near-assaults now?”
His body heat hits me like a fucking freight train. My breath catches, but I don’t back down. He’s taller, broader, meaner-looking than I should be into.
Which is exactly why I am.
“You always follow girls you sell to into dark alleys,” I ask, tilting my head, letting my lips curve into something cocky and smug. “Or am I just special?”
He doesn’t answer right away.
Just steps in even closer—slow and dominating, like a fucking predator who already knows the ending. His chest brushes mine, lips inches from my mouth, his stare boring into me like a dare.
“No,” he says, voice low and sharp like broken glass. “Never.” A beat. “I don’t give a fuck about my customers.”
His breath ghosts across my face, and for a second, I forget how to blink. The weight of that admission hits harder than the pill did. I swallow thickly, but my throat is dry. Everything is dry. My skin. My mouth. My fucking brain.
Then he kisses me, and holy fuck.
His mouth slams into mine, and everything else disappears. The noise, the heat, the world. Just him.Dagger.Tongue deep in my mouth, hands sliding rough down my body as he pins me to the wall like he’s claiming me.
I feel the cold press of his tongue ring against mine, sharp and jarring, and it makes me moan into his mouth—fuck, itshouldn’tfeel this good. He sucks on my tongue like he needs it, groaning deep in his chest like he’s trying to drink me down. Every movement is filthy.
Possessive.
He licks into me again, slow this time, letting the metal catch just enough to make me shiver.
“I can still taste it on your tongue,” he mutters against my lips, voice wrecked and low. “Fuck.”
I can’t think. Can’t breathe, and I don’t want to.
My hands fist in his shirt. My thighs clench. His knee pushes between my thighs and I roll my hips without meaning to, my body chasing friction like it’s fucking oxygen.
The kiss turns filthier. Tongues tangling, lips bruising, teeth nipping. He bites my bottom lip, hard enough to make me gasp, then soothes it with a slow lick that has my spine arching into him.
Jesus. He kisses like he owns me. Like he already knows what I look like falling apart.
The brick is cool against my back but I’m on fire, skin slick with sweat and pulse hammering out of control. I’m too high for this. Too thirsty. Too fucking turned on to care.
I moan into his mouth and he groans back, one hand sliding up my ribs, almost—almost—cupping my breast, but stopping just shy.
Cocky bastard.
My brain is a goddamn melting ice cube. Dripping. Disintegrating. All I can think ismore.
More of him. More of this.
And maybe,just maybe, a goddamn glass of water before I fucking combust.
“Dagger.”
The voice slices through the night like a blade dipped in ice.
I break the kiss. Breathless. Dagger’s hand tightens briefly, then falls away. My head turns.
