He leaned in, kissing me long, deep, and slow. So sensual it made my toes curl. It was the kind of kiss that made promises with no expiration date.
When he pulled back, he rested his forehead on mine, his breath brushing against my lips.
“You have nothing to thank me for,” he murmured. “Everything I do is for you.”
A flutter bloomed in my chest, soft and sweet. It startled me. Pleased me more than it should have. My fingers brushed his jaw, memorizing the moment.See? We knew the stalker wasn’t dangerous. Always go with your gut, Aniyah.
From the corner, Alic muttered, “Stalking isn’t romantic. It’s textbook psychosis.”
Ras threw him a glance sharp enough to cut, and I smiled.Maybe he’s only dangerous to everyone else but me.
I pushed up, kissed Ras’ cheek, and whispered, “Keep giving me orgasms like that and help me catch whoever did this… you might get first boyfriend status.”
His face lit up like a kid at Christmas, and he practically bolted across the room to retrieve the videos. What a good boy.
Alic’s jaw dropped. He looked at Ras’ back, then at me, scandalized.
I shrugged. “I never said anything about mates.” Everything inside of me said he was mine,theywere mine, but I couldn't afford to have any weaknesses or distractions.
“He’s been useful,” I said dismissively, and a small part of me winced. “He deserves a reward for good behavior.”
Alic huffed, crossing his arms like a sulking teen. “I helped with that orgasm, too. I should get some kind of status…”
His eyes dropped to my bare chest, and I bit back a laugh. I’d never been shy about my hourglass figure, stunning tits, or pussy that could stop traffic, but the way he was staring? Getting lost in just looking at me. That was priceless.
Still smiling, I pointed to my cropped sweater by his feet. “Sure. But you’ve got demerits, too. It’s a scaling system. Can I have that, please?”
His eyes blinked, his brain just now catching up. When he realized what he was so focused on, he scrambled to grab the sweater. By the time he handed it to me, his eyes refusing to meet mine, his face was fully flushed.
“Aww,” I teased, a soft chuckle escaping. “You can look. I’m not going to bite your head off.”
He hesitated. I smirked, liking this kind of endearing reaction from him. “It’s not like you haven’t seen them before.”
Only when he had explicit permission did his gaze drift back to me. I stretched just a little as I pretended like I was about to pull the sweater on, bunching it at my forearms, giving him a front-row seat.
He tried not to react. I could see it. Tension coiled in his shoulders, showing his effort to not let his cock take the lead. Dropping my shoulders, I pushed my chest out and bit my lip, staring up at him through my lashes like a well-trained tease.
His whole body shifted, his eyes devouring me like he was trying to prove a point, saying,There. Happy now?And Iwas.
I stepped toward him, moving closer and closer.
His face twitched, that quiver of his mouth giving him away. The war between his duty and his desire clashed, and when I was right up against him, I reached out, dragging my finger along the pulsing vein in his neck.
He didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Just clenched his jaw.
Tilting my head up, I whispered with a wicked grin, “Now that you’ve been broken, we’re going to have so much fun.”
His hands gripped me roughly as he snarled, “I’m not broken. Just unleashed.”
He was trying to scare me or maybe convince himself, but either way, I wasn’t about to lie to him.
His hands were locked around my biceps, but mine were free. Sliding my fingers from his outer thigh inward, his cock twitched, angling toward me like it knew exactly where it belonged.
“You think so?” I purred.
The air around us sparked like it was a living thing, hot and thick, pulsing with something darker. Dominance and the need to win. His canary-yellow eyes demanded I fold.
I didn’t, and with each second that ticked by, they slowly softened into something pleading, begging me to give him the out.
