***Riley killed his brother, or so it's claimed. But Justice knows the truth, that she's an undercover cop in a women's rehabilitation facility, and that his brother is very much alive. Forced to keep her cover, he'll push her to the edge to see what she's really made of, and whether the petite brunette will crack under pressure.***
For the first time in a week, Riley was warm. The chest beneath her cheek rose and fell in rhythm with Justice's breathing and the steady pound of his heart beneath her ear slowly began to lull her back to sleep. But then a hand slid up her thigh, holding her leg tighter across his waist. She wasn't sure how she'd gone from the edge of the mattress to snuggled against his chest, breathing deep the lingering notes of mahogany from his bodywash and feeling the flutter of her hair from every exhale that blew across her cheek, but she didn't want to move.
He believed she'd killed his brother and yet he still held her close, protectively sliding the blanket over her shoulder as she scooted even closer, not wanting a sliver of distance between them. They'd had something developing before he'd found out, a bond between them that had started when he picked her off the floor during intake and swiped at the bead of blood on her lip. It should be ruined, destroyed beyond repair from the deception that lingered between them, but somehow she was welcome in his bed, his arms, and she wasn't going to question it.
Moving her head just enough to settle it more comfortably on his shoulder, her nose brushed across his neck. Even with her eyes closed, she could sense the turn of his head and the hint of a smile she'd been falling in love with before he pressed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Turning her head even more, she let her lips sweep across his, testing and teasing while hoping for more. When his hand slid across the side of her face to the back of her neck, she let him draw her in, and parted her lips when they touched his.
The first kiss was soft, sweet, but when he leaned in for another, his weight shifted, sliding her off his chest onto the bed as he turned toward her. Tasting his tongue, she moaned quietly and rolled to her back, spreading her legs to let him seamlessly slip between her thighs. Once situated above her, his hand lowered, fingers pressing around her throat while his hips moved against hers. The hard length that ground against her lit a fire in her belly, each stroke making her tense in anticipation of the next. He'd never been inside her, never crossed the line in their attempts to fool Max into believing Justice was just as vile to take what he wanted. But when he let go of her neck to grab her wrists and pin them above her head to the mattress, she craved him, needed him to satisfy her, not for show but for the release they both deserved.
Her breathing quickened as the pace of his thrusts increased, and within minutes, he had her on the edge of orgasm. Clenching her hands into fists, she gave into the desire, spreading her legs farther apart to let him sink deeper while the tip of his hardness tried to force through the thin cotton of her shorts. "Justice," she groaned, raising her hips to meet his until the pleasure built to an intensity that left her paralyzed. Arching her back, she tensed for the moment he'd send her over the edge, for that last stroke that would make her head spin, breath catch, and body explode in a thousand bursts of ecstasy. But as she clenched her teeth and tilted her head back while his lips found her throat, his hips stilled, the pressure between her thighs pulling away.
"Not yet," he whispered and held her wrists together with one firm hand, his fingers bruising her tender skin.
Panting, she opened her eyes, barely able to see his outline above her in the darkened room. When his weight shifted as he reached for something on the nightstand, she bit her lip. A condom, that had to be what he was getting. Which meant playtime was over and soon she'd get to experience the thickness that had left her jaw aching and body bruised.
Her heart pounded as he leaned over her, leaving a feather-soft kiss on her lips before nudging her with his hardness. "I have a question for you. Answer it and I'll let you come." His teeth found her neck, sinking in until she squirmed beneath him, a faint cry slipping out as pain bloomed, a stinging that made the vampiric bite all the more erotic and frightening. "Why," he said against her ear while raising her arms even higher, "did you kill my brother?"
She gasped at the click of metal around her wrists and quickly tried to bring her arms down, whimpering when handcuffs smacked against the wooden post of the headboard. "What are you doing?" she stammered, tears springing to her eyes as she fought to free herself from the metal that dug into her skin.
"I'm getting answers." He pushed up her shirt and left a trail of kisses down her stomach. When he reached the waistband of her shorts, he gripped it with his teeth and pulled them down her legs. "You know what happens when a man isn't allowed sexual release?"
She nodded as he tossed her shorts on the floor, then tensed when his teeth returned to her panties, dragging them down until they slid off her ankles and joined her shorts.
"Something similar happens to a woman." Her back arched as he crawled up between her legs, letting her feel his hardness, the only thing stopping him from penetrating her the thin fabric of his boxers. "Being driven to the edge, all that blood pooling in your center, muscles tense and quivering, only to be left unsatisfied and aching." Gripping her jaw, he held her still as he kissed her, forcing his tongue between her lips until she willingly accepted him, meeting him aggressively with each kiss, her body immediately responding at the subtle shift of his hips. "It'll feel good for the first couple times," he said and tugged his boxers down until his shaft slid between the damp folds of her slit. "But after a while, it'll hurt."
"Why..." Her back arched as his pace quickened, the heat between her legs only increasing with each stroke. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I want to know why you killed him." Gripping his hardness, he let the tip press against her entrance, coating it in her wetness before sliding it over her clit. "You're a strong girl, Riley. Beating it out of you wouldn't do any good, but this..." He smirked when her chin quivered as she began to lose control. "This will break you."
"Fuck," she said through gritted teeth, digging her heels in the mattress as she ground against him. "Don't stop." Another stroke and she could almost taste her release. "Oh God, please."
When he stopped, she cried out and frantically wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles while raising her hips to get one more thrust of his hardness to send her over the edge. His fingers dug into her calves, making her wince as he pried her legs apart and forced them to the mattress.
"Answer me first." The tip teased her entrance, dipping in enough she could feel her body stretch to accommodate him. "Why?"
"I can't..." Biting back tears, she forced her body to still, to breathe through the pleasure that was quickly shifting into an unbearable ache. She could lie, tell him what he wanted to hear, make up a story that justified taking a life, but she'd promised to never lie to him, that they'd always be honest with each other. For that, she'd face the pain.
Her eyes flicked to the digital clock on the wall just over his shoulder, staring at the numbers, the light, the outline, anything to distract herself from the fingers sliding between her thighs.
"How are you feeling?"
Head tilting to the side, she let him kiss her neck, her throat, and finally her lips while her legs trembled with the desire to hold him to her until he forced his way inside, spearing her with a hardness that throbbed against her clit. She wanted it, she wanted him, and she felt herself spiraling into madness over it all. "It hurts," she murmured, hardly daring to blink until the time updated. Another minute she'd survived; another minute she hadn't broken. When he glanced over his shoulder to follow her line of sight, she knew her distraction would be taken away. She met his gaze as he turned back, daring him to remove the one thing that helped her cling to the tattered remains of her sanity.
"Smart girl," he growled and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. "But I want you to focus on this." She stiffened when his fingers caressed her folds. "Only this."
