Page 112 of Vicious Temptation

“Yeah. You asked who you belonged to. If I’m exclusively fucking you, then that makes you mine.”

Fuck.

“Does it now?” I murmur as his teeth clasp the metal of one of my nipple rings and tug just enough to make me gasp.

“Your cum is still drying on my face, Remi.”

My eyes just might migrate to the back of my head.

Get a hold of yourself. He’s just a man. And two can play that game.

I reach between us and wrap my fingers around his thick cock, pumping twice as my thumb presses against his piercing.

“For now.”

“We’ll see about that.”

The teasing fades as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I pulled some strings for you last night.”

There it is.

“What? That was you?”

I tap the arm wrapped around me, and after a moment of hesitation, he lets me go. I grab my clothes from the floor and turn to face him, my pulse racing for an entirely different reason. Thiago has only been in Philly for two months. He told me so himself. There’s no way in hell he has that kind of pull.

He rises to his feet with a look of confusion.

“What’s wrong? I thought you’d be happy that⁠—”

“That wasn’t just pulling strings, Braga. Those were serious charges.”

My brain starts firing a mile a minute, connecting dots that refuse to form a picture.

“Remi—”

“No.” I shake my head. “You told me you were SWAT. You told me you were new here. So explain to me how a guy who’s barely unpacked his boxes somehow has enough influence to make aggravated battery, fleeing and eluding, and reckless driving vanish in a matter of hours.”

The room suddenly feels smaller because, for the second time since I met him, I’m wondering what else he hasn’t told me.

No second chances.

I should make him leave. Call it all off. Forget it ever happened. But goddamnit, I don’t want to. I look at him, silently pleading for the truth, no matter what it looks like.

He draws a deep breath and takes a step closer.

“I told you who my father was. Using his name, his legacy, to bend the rules isn’t something I’m proud of. But if it meant getting you out of that cell, reducing your charges, or eliminating them altogether, then so be it.”

“You barely know me.”

Thiago slips his hand into mine. “And I already told you that I want to change that.”

I stare at our joined hands, wanting to believe him. Maybe part of me already does. But there’s something in all this that still doesn’t fit.

“Your father was a detective in Miami. A good one, from what you’ve told me.”

“Yeah.”

“And somehow his name reaches all the way to Philadelphia and gets felony charges dropped overnight?”