His nostrils flare. “You think you’re so smart, with that mask. You actually think you’re untouchable. That you’re on top of the fucking world.” He stubs out the cigarette against the wall behind me. “But I’m here to fucking remind you even killers have a weakness.”
“I could kill you right where you stand if I wanted to.”
His glimmering eyes connect with mine in the dark. “Try me. I fucking dare you. See how it ends for you.”
A challenge? Oh fuck.
I’m so goddamn wet at the thought of simply kicking him in the balls until he croaked and knocking my forehead into his, then stomping on his heart until it stopped beating.
But that would be too easy.
Too … unsatisfying.
“Go on, I’m waiting,” he says with a deep voice.
I’m contemplating whether I should, but then I’d lose out on all that amazing dick. Then again, not a single inch of him wants me the way I want him, and it’s pissing me off.
Doesn’t he know how good we could be together? We’re a match made in heaven. He should be all over me.
“You can’t kill me.” A wretched smile forms on his lips. “Because you don’twantto. And it will be your fucking downfall.”
“You want to arrest me so damn badly? Then arrest me like a goddamn man,” I retort, jerking on the cuffs again.
“And give your family all the ammo they need to absolve you? I think not. I’m going to take my time taking all of you down, one by one. And I think I know right where to start.”
My pupils dilate.
Orion. Xavier.
He’s going to try to pin this on them.
“Stay the fuck away from them. Do you hear me?”
No, fuck that. I can’t let them take the fall for me.
“Oh, so I finally found it, huh?” he muses. “Your weakness.”
Grinding my teeth, I jerk the cuffs again, but it only makes him laugh as he backs away slowly.
“Do not fucking touch them, do you hear me?” I growl.
“It’s clear to me now why you’re protecting those killers,” he hums as he grabs a metal chair from the wall and drags it—screeching legs and all—back to me. He positions it right in front of me, spun in the wrong direction, with the backrest barely out of reach, then sits down with his arms resting on the top of the backrest just to stare at me.
“You’re smitten with the idea of owning someone, of having those boys bend to your will.”
I lift my foot and place it on the stool, but he knocks it off with ease.
“I’m not one of your college boys,” he rasps.
“No, Detective Foley, you’re so much more than that,” I say, trying to play on his emotions as I lift my foot again. “You’restrong and handsome.” I caress his arm with my foot. “And so fucking righteous.”
He grabs my ankle, fingers digging into my flesh. “You’re a hedonist who only seeks pleasure.” He grabs my boot and zips it down, pulling it off my foot along with my sock. The knife that’s inside clatters to the ground, and he knocks it away with a simple swipe. All that’s left is my bare foot and his lips grazing my skin.
“A vixen who craves control above all else. But you willnotfucking control me.”
The single kiss he leaves on my ankle has my other knee weak.
Fuck.
