Page 61 of Only for Him
That cocky motherfucker!
I force a soft laugh out of my nose. “I make one sound, and your days of carefree murder are over.”
“One sound?” He cocks an eyebrow at me, and that beautiful smile of his grows a little wider. “Promise?”
And the space between my legs turns a little wetter in response.
I blink to glance at our surroundings to find that he’s found the single blind spot in the security system on the walls. Here, in this corner of the evidence locker, not a single camera will find us.
Of course he did. I’d be disappointed if he didn’t.
Disappointed? Really?
Yes, really.
I’m supposed to make my way for the exit, but all I do is step closer until I’m invadinghisspace. Reminding him that he’s onmyturf. And that right now, he needs to play bymyrules.
Frustratingly, he doesn’t back away.
He just stands there, beckoning me to come closer with his eyes until both of us can practically hear my heart thundering in the sliver of air between us.
There’s no threat in his posture, no violence, just the expectation that I’ll do exactly what he commands.
What are you doing, Giselle? No matter what he says, how hot he is, you’re not his. You don’t have to act like you are.
“How the hell did you even get in?”
“You said you’d bring me down to the police station. And now that I’m here, you’re surprised? That hurts, little viper.”
I’m close enough to smell his unique mixture of spices, sweet and cloying at my nose. My hands tremble, but I keep them at my sides. I want to claw him, break his nose.
Pull him close and kiss him.
“I told you I’d put you behind bars,” I hiss. “Not just bring you to the precinct.”
“Did you now?” Finally, he moves, stepping closer until the space between us disappears entirely. “Because the exact words I heard from you.” His arms spread out to frame me between them as he pushes me against a shelf full of evidence. “Was that you wanted to put me away.” The heat of his body coils around me, seeping into my bones, my lungs, and my heart. “Someplace where I’ll never see or touch you again.”
He dips his head down closer to mine, and I feel my own lips slowly begin to part.
I clench my jaw shut and purse my lips shut. “Must’ve been one of your other victims.”
But as soon as I say it, I wonder if I’m the only person he’s done this to. As soon as I think that, I can’t help but feel something that I refuse to call jealousy claw at me from the inside out.
Because if I actually feel jealous because of him, I should just jump off the Verrazano Bridge now and save everyone the trouble.
“There are no other women,” he whispers, pointedly refusing to use the word I used. I wonder if he heard how unconvincing it sounded coming out of my mouth.
Then, as if to prove his point, his feet move between mine and slowly ease them apart. Slowly put me back into the same position that he already had me once. This time, it’s his hips that make the first contact, and I can’t help the gasp falling from my lips when I feel it.
Something hard and thick and hot.
Positionedrightagainst my clit.
Throbbing angrily through the thin fabric of our clothes between us.
Fight back, Giselle!My brain screams at me.Don’t let yourself be his victim again. Not here!
But the truth is, I don’t feel like a victim.
