Page 141 of Controlled Burn
He turned her fast, palms flat against the cold lockers, her cheek pressed to dented steel. His zipper was down, cock thick and hard against the curve of her ass, and then he pushed inside with a guttural growl. No hesitation. No asking. Just taking.
The stretch burned. The slam of his hips rattled the locker door in rhythm. Her fists clenched around the metal grate as he drove intoher, raw and merciless, his breath hot on the back ofherneck.
She moaned into the steel, biting down hard, every thrust scraping something deeper open inside her.
"You wanted broken?"Dean's voice was shredded, ragged. "I'll fucking ruin you."
"Do it,"she panted. "Harder."
He obeyed, slamming into her until her legs shook, until sweat dripped from his temples onto her back. One hand wrapped tight around her throat, not choking but holding her there, pinning her in place while he fucked her like he couldn't stop.
Her orgasm hit sharp and fast, ripping through her like fire breaking glass. She cried out, muffled against the locker, body trembling ashekept going, kept pounding into her untilheshuddered too, spilling deep with a groan that sounded like surrender.
For a long moment, they stayed locked together—sweat, cum, steel, silence.
Then he slumped against her, forehead pressed to the back of her head.
"I'm sorry,"he muttered, voice cracked.
Talia leaned her cheek to the locker, lips curling faintly. "No, you're not."
Neither was she.
Brooks
Across town, Brooks sat at his desk, sweating.
He didn't like how fast things were changing.
Jake was off the floor. Maddox was still upright. Talia… Talia was playing too well.
He clicked on a file labeledControl Variables.
Inside: dozens of stills. Locker room. McKenna's office. Talia's phone logs. Dean's eyes tracking her across the bay.
He needed a new variable—a new pressure point.
McKenna
McKenna found Talia wiping down a tool belt, her sleeves rolled up and her forearms streaked with grime.
"You good?" McKenna asked.
Talia nodded. "Better."
"Dean?"
"Spiraling,"Talia said. "But still standing."
"Good. We'll need him."
McKenna handed over a file.
"Jake's access logs were too clean. The trail was practically gift-wrapped."
"Let’s make him think this one’s real."
Talia flipped through. Images. Network data. Time-stamped screenshots.
