He hears it. His eyes lights up and he gives me a smug smirk. "There it is," he whispers, brushing his lips against my jaw. "That's the real you. I knew you were hiding under all that righteousness."
"You're disgusting," I hiss, trying to turn my face away, but his mouth follows, tracing a path down my neck.
"And yet," he says softly, "you don't push me away. Why do you think that is, love? It's because you're drawn to danger. The thought of darkness excites you."
My nails dig into the leather beneath me. I don't know if I want to push him away or pull him closer when I realize, he’s no longer holding on to me tightly. I could’ve pushed him away, but I didn’t. I can’t believe I let my arousal control me and in that instant, I don't know if I'm angrier at him, or at myself.
"You don't get to play with me," I say through gritted teeth.
He smirks, his lips brushing my collarbone. "I'm not playing, Iris. I never play when it comes to things I want."
I laugh, dryly. "Very funny. Do you always have to prove you're the alpha male?"
Ilay scoffs, still pressing down on my body. "I don't have to prove anything. I am the alpha male," he says. "I just can't pass up the spitfire who's been plaguing my mind and my office."
"Interesting," I reply, tilting my head at him. "So, you just sleep with anyone if you like how they look?"
"Not necessarily." His voice dips. "But you, angel, you're going to look so beautiful covered with my cum."
I narrow my eyes, curling my lips into a sweet but poisonous smile. "Why don't you imagine me cutting off that precious member of yours," I say, threateningly. "I'd much rather prefer your blood sprayed all over me."
He stills. His gaze just gets darker, not with fear, but with lust. The sick bastard.
"You talk like that," he murmurs, leaning in so close our noses nearly touch, "and all I can think about is you carving your initials into my chest while I fuck you through my own death rattle, and trust me I will enjoy it."
I roll my eyes. "Are you sure you're safe to be a part of society?" A long silence washes over the still room
"No, I'm not," he says, brushing his knuckles along my jaw, "But if I had you, fuck a mental clinic."
Finally, I struggle out of his grip and shove at his chest, trying not to show how fast my heart is beating. "You're a lunatic."
After a long, silent beat, he moves, shifting away until he's sitting beside me on the lounge chair. His breath is uneven, like he's barely holding himself back.
"Look," he utters. "I like you. But tread carefully. Stop butting heads with the wrong crowds, Iris."
I glare at him, the Adrenaline of what happened a few seconds ago still in the air making my breath choppy. "Fuck you."
He pays my curses no mind, leaning back against the sofa and sighs. "Go home. I'll send a doctor. And don't do anything more stupid than you already have."
I stand up trembling, whether from rage, adrenaline, or embarrassment. I button my shirt, one snap at a time. His eyes stay on me the whole time till the last button.
I hike my skirt down watching his gaze on my thigh as the fabric covers my exposed skin. I grab my bag, sling it over my shoulder, scoff, and flip him the bird.
"You're lucky I still need you for this case," I say, every word full of venom, "or I'd be filing a sexual assault lawsuit against your smug, degenerate ass."
And with that, I walk out—not giving him the satisfaction of a last look.
Chapter 6
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ILAY
I lay back in my chair and let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through my hair. God, she's amazing. If only she wasn't the human sized version of a headache.
Yuri walks back in and throws me a dirty look.
"You already know what I'm going to ask," I say flatly. "Find those fools dumb enough to touch my woman and kill them."
