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“You don’t even know what I’m going to do?” I feel his smirk graze my lips as I gently chew my bottom lip.
“I want to forget.” I say, a weight beginning to lift from my soul.
“Good.” Leaning in, he gently presses his lips soft lips to mine.
I feel the electricity shoot from my toes, traveling the length of my body. But as soon as I do, I feel the warmth move away. His fingertips gently grazing my stomach and gripping the waistband of my silk shorts, and I feel the need flood my core. When the waistband is gently pulled from my skin, a loud shearing sound rips through the room, causing me to gasp as the torn fabric is pulled with haste from my body.
“Shit.” I manage to squeak out when the cool air glides across my bare skin.
The bed shifts, holding my breath as his body slides down mine. Pushing my top up, his soft lips leave a gentle trail of kisses from my neck down my stomach. My breath hitches in my throat, feeling his strong hands push my knees apart before traveling back up, fisting the soft cotton vest top before another shred is heard, allowing my top to fall on either side of my body.
The thundering in my chest rapidly increases as I lie naked and exposed. My nipples harden when a gentle breeze ghosts across my tits, and my entire body is on fire. A shiver runs through me as the sharp blade is gently dragged from my wrist down to my thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His lips crash down onto mine, and I fight the restraints to pull him closer, the plastic digging into my skin, causing it to burn. Lifting my head and allowing his tongue to sweep into my mouth, the kiss is aggressive and needy before he pulls abruptly away.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He growls in my ear.
The bed shifts once again, feeling the warmth of his body sweep down mine. I lie frozen as a gentle blow of air skates across my inner thigh, causing me to jolt the restraints again. A low chuckle escapes him before his strong grip forces my knees further apart.
A loud groan escapes my throat, feeling his soft tongue glide over my soaked pussy, circling my throbbing clit immediately.
“Oh god!” I gasp while he continues in delicate circles before sliding two fingers into me. Arching my back, I cry out. “Fuck!”
His soaked fingers slide in and out of me as my needy moans fill the dark apartment. Gripping onto the restraints hard, I push myself down the bed, needing to feel closer. When the pad of his thumb connects with my clit, his fingers continue with the rhythmic thrusts when I feel his eyes on me, watching me fall apart, falling into a deadly trap.
“Come for me, Summer, come fucking hard on my tongue while I fucking enjoy the show.” The darkness in his voice sends my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I feel his tongue once again on me. Driving his fingers into me harder and harder each time, I can’t hold back. Stretching me and pushing me to the fucking hilt, I cry out. I cry hard, allowing my orgasm to rip through me. My back arches and my entire body spasms while I lie at his mercy.
Panting hard, his fingers move away, leaving a feeling of want and emptiness. Gliding them up my body, I feel my arousal smeared across my heavy tits before landing on my throat once again, gripping me hard his lips ghost over mine before he speaks.
“Once the funeral ends, you’ll leave this city and never return. No good will come to anyone if you stay here.”
My mouth falls open at these cold words, my heart sinks, and the entire room drains of any warmth.
“And stay the fuck away from Detective Grey. I know what you did, and you’re playing a fucking dangerous game, that I know you won’t win.” Speaking through gritted teeth, he releases my throat before shoving me back into the pillow.
The blade slices through the restraints, and my weak arms drop. Pushing the blindfold off quickly, the sight before me is dark. Two/Face looms over me like the dark reaper he is, the mask back in place while he stares down at me. Tears prick my eyes, and I lie frozen on the bed as the harsh reality of his words breaks what little hope he just offered.
I close my eyes and hear him move from the room and out of the apartment. Once the door closes, I allow my tears to fall. Loneliness and emptiness consuming me, like I knew it eventually would.
Chapter Twelve
Bhodi?
Stepping back into the precinct the following morning, I avoid eye contact with anyone who passes by. I don’t want fucking small talk, or for anyone to even look my way, each time I think back to last night, I fucking hate myself for allowing my vulnerability and want to cloud my fucking judgment on this whole fucked up situation.
That look on her face as I pushed her away was devastating. I took a vulnerable girl and used her without any consideration for her feelings, and it showed. Even though I stopped before it went further, it doesn’t mean I didn’t want it to. It took every fiber of my being not to pull her into bed with me while I tore off her panties and drove my cock so deep into that tight pussy, she’d forget everything for the moment, even the though the thought makes me rock hard as my mind wanders to the fantasy I know I could never delight in.
“Grey!” My eyes snap to Strode, approaching my desk with a purpose. He leans in with a fire behind those denim-blue eyes. “In the office now.” Speaking through gritted teeth, I rise from my chair and follow him into the small storage space, but before I’ve even managed to close the door behind me, he reaches for my jacket, balling the leather into his fists, and slams me against the glass. The rage in his eyes isn’t something I see often, but I already know what this is about.
“Are you fucking stupid, Grey?” He speaks through gritted teeth, but I remain unfazed. “We’re investigating her father’s murder, and you’re more interested in getting your dick wet.”
Pushing him away, he staggers backward, slamming into the table before I step forward, squaring my shoulders.
“You fucking followed me?” My voice sinister and almost threateningly low as my eyes bore holes into his. But he doesn’t back down, instead choosing to move closer.
“I was following Summer like we fucking agreed. I couldn’t trust that Harry wouldn’t try something as she was roaming the city alone. Then you fucking turn up, what the fuck are you playing at?” He bites back, throwing his hands in the air.
My jaw ticks for a moment. Looking away, I contemplate my response before I speak. Something I can’t do is lie to Strode, one because he’s my partner and we need to have trust, and two because we’ve both seen the destruction this city has to offer almost daily, and I’ve been sloppy. I’ve been caught out.
“It was a lapse in judgment. It won’t happen again.” My voice is monotone, allowing his eyes to search my face for a moment before he sighs, moving away and running a frustrated hand over his face.
