Page 67 of Only for Him
"I'm not hiding now." I reach down, covering his hand with mine, showing him exactly where I want him.
Inside. Filling me up. Pushing me deeper.
His eyes darken. "No. You're not."
For one taut moment, we're locked in a stalemate. His fingers inside me, my hand over his, breath tangled, waiting for the other to break.
He’s going to ruin me forever.
As if he hasn’t ruined me already.
The shame should make me stop.
Instead, it makes me wetter.
His fingers continue to move inside me. He curls them just right and I gasp, spine pressing against the cold steel shelving. But I don’t lose focus.
“If you won’t tell me about the justice you’re after, then give mesomething,” I demand, riding the rhythm of his hand.
“Like what?” he asks, voice hoarse and thick with desire, and the world spins. I lean against him, shaking.
“A hint.” A dare, a threat, something to bring us to the edge of chaos. “Something to let me know just how I canearnthat answer.”
He shoves a second finger inside me. The movement carries me higher. Pleasure spikes my nerve endings and tension buildsin my core. I’m strung out on the line between exposure and ecstasy, riding faster and faster.
But I need more than another stolen climax.
I need to know how I can start figuring out the puzzle that is my blue-eyed shadow.
"How do I earn it?" I ask again, grinding down on him, angling myself so his fingers can stroke the darkest, tenderest parts of me.
"By letting go, little viper," His breath scorches my cheek. "By admitting what you are."
I laugh, sharp and brittle. "And what is that?"
"Mine."
The word hangs between us, sharp as a blade.
The possessiveness should repulse me. It should make me claw away. Instead, heat floods my core and I grind harder on his hand. The pressure inside me grows, ragged and bold.
I cry out, intentional, knowing he won’t want this to end too soon.
"Are you trying to get caught?" he warns, eyes narrowing.
Yes. Let someone find us like this. Russo would yank my papers. Internal affairs would feast. But I’m so far from caring now. He wants to ruin me? He wants to break me? Fine. Let him. See what happens when I’m no longer Detective Cantiano but only Giselle.
Onlyhislittle viper.
"I thought youwantedme to let go," I hiss, voice climbing with each thrust. “To be yours.”
His control is slipping. I can see it in the slight tremor of his arm, the dilation of his pupils.
I let out a moan, thighs shaking. He curves his fingers inside me in response.
I'm close. So close. But I’m seeing him now, too. I won’t give in until he does. I moan again, thrashing blindly towards the pleasure waiting at the edge of my control.
Then all sounds die when he crushes his lips against mine.
