“You need to ask one last question. That’s all you’re getting tonight, or things are going to end a different way.”
She pauses, thinking over what she wants to ask.
“What do you want from me?” Her words are quiet, and if it wasn’t silent in the room, I wouldn’t have heard her.
A smile creeps onto my face as I say, “Whatever you’ll let me take.”
27
BRIELLE
Too much informationis swimming through my mind right now. I thought asking questions would help me understand things better, but if anything, it’s made more come up.
I still don’t know why they want Susie, but I’m guessing she has something to do with the sex trafficking, or she at least knows some information they need. I can’t picture someone like Susie being involved with something so serious. Before I get the chance to ask anything else, Emris is pulling me down on top of him.
My legs hug his waist, and I can feel his erection digging into me. I have to stop myself from grinding down on him when his hands find my hips, and he just holds them there, not doing anything.
“Take what you need from me, Brielle.”
I shouldn’t want him. I know that, but it’s a gut-deep feeling. This will only end one way, and it won’t be well for me.
Nothing ever ends well for me. But fuck. I want to give in so bad... to it all. I want everything he can offer me.
Emris is a flashing red neon sign that I should try to avoid at all costs. He’s the kind of guy your best friend would drag youaway from at a bar with wide, terrified eyes. And yet here I am, on top of him with no intention of leaving this room.
I look down at him and the way his eyes sparkle as he looks up at me, the way the glowing light in the room catches all his sharp features in a sense that makes my heart race and my common sense spiral into a black hole.
My eyes track the tattoos along his forearms, up his biceps, and all the way to his throat. The cocky smile that’s usually in place is gone, replaced with something I can’t make out.
He’s looking at me, but notatme. It’s like he’s sizing up my soul and he’s already decided it’s his for the taking.
Emris is wrong for me in every way. So why can’t I stop? Why can’t I get off him and put some kind of distance between the two of us? Why am I staying here, pretending I don’t notice the curve of his jaw? How his voice sends waves of lust straight to my core, and the way my name sounds when he says it so gently? Why am I still fighting this?
“Are you going to keep staring at me or take what you’re too scared to ask for, Brielle?” He moves his hands from my hips to run the tip of his fingers along the tops of my thighs.
I hate that my chest tightens when he speaks, hate that it’s anger and something softer tangled up together. My fingers curl around the gun, and if I wanted to, I could end this right here, right now. I have the power while I have this gun in my hands. All it would take is for me to aim, and I’d be free once again.
So instead of setting the gun down, I raise the heavy metal and press it to his forehead, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of what he does to me. What he makes me feel.
“Fuck, you’re such a—” I start, but the words falter because his fingers brush closer to my center.
“Go on,” he says, his voice dipping into something that feels like a dare. “Tell me what I am.” My finger hovers over the trigger, ready to pull at any moment.
I want to yell at him and tell him that he’s the wrong guy for me, that he’s dangerous. He’s the man who makes me love the fire within him, even if that means I get burned.
He chuckles like he’s unbothered, like I don’t have a gun pressed to his head right now, as if he’s won a game I didn’t know we were playing. And maybe he has, because it feels like I’m going to lose it if I can’t feel his lips pressed to mine this very second. I crave him in a way I didn’t know was possible.
“If you’re going to kill me, do it, baby. Do it because waiting any longer to feel my cock buried deep inside of you is just as painful.”
His words push me into action, and I set the gun aside, not caring if all of this is wrong. Leaning forward, I press my lips to his, needing everything and more. His hands find the back of my head, and he kisses me back as if I’m the very air he needs.
“Emris.” I breathe against his mouth as I try to catch my breath.
“I want you to take whatever you want from me, Brielle. If you want to take my life, take it. You want money? A car? Anything you want, all you have to do is ask for it, and you can have it. You can have my goddamn soul,” he whispers, and I know he means it.
“All I want right now is to feel your mouth pressed against mine and you buried deep inside me,” I whisper against his lips.
Only a second passes before his fingers find the waistband of my panties, and he pulls until they rip clean off me, leaving me in only my bra. But that doesn’t last because I reach behind me and unclip it, wanting him to see all of me.
