***I had no idea that readers would still read this series after so many years. It means a lot. I know this final installment took forever to finish, but I hope you enjoy the final chapter! Thank You!***
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When Saturday night finally arrives Eve's emotions war between fear and anticipation. She can't believe she begged David to come back. Especially, after everything he's done to her. She thrives on being in control, but he's chaos in uniform, turning the tables on her with the force of a tornado.
Still. There's just something about him that draws her to him. She suspects that he feels the same way. Neither of them planned to get tangled up together, and the twine is made of steel, passion, and orgasms.
After lighting another white pillar candle, she sets it on the mantle beside the others. The flickering flames fill the living room in a warm glow. There's a bottle of sparkling cider, and a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries on the oak coffee table. A symphony orchestra whispers through her iPod speaker, and a downpour of rose petals are strewn across the bedroom floor. She has everything to set the mood for a whimsical evening.
Sure, he mentioned something about punishing her, but she hasn't stepped out of line all week. She hasn't drank. She hasn't partied. She hasn't slept with anyone else. She hasn't turned him in. It's time to take their complicated relationship to the next level. One that's full of romance.
Thinking of David in a romantic way sends a shiver of pleasure down her spine, and moistens her expensive red panties. She always dresses for success, and the lingerie set that she's wearing is sexy and elegant. The short nighty is midnight silk, with wine-red trim. The bodice is tight, showing off the creamy tops of her breasts. She loves her sheer stockings, and her strappy, nonsensical heels.
He's a blind monk, if he doesn't shoot his load at the mere sight of her.
A heavy knock interrupts her thoughts. Slipping into confidence and a sleek black robe, she strolls to the door with a sway of her hips.
"Who is it?" she asks, her voice sweetly musical. She's surprised he hasn't kicked in the door. He's a pro at breaking and entering.
"Your knight in shining armor," he replies. He's probably wearing a smirk.
She rolls her eyes.
"You're far from a knight."
"You're right. I'm a fucking dragon. Open the door, before I torch it."
Eve obeys. Opening the door, she poses against the frame. She's the naughty version of Aphrodite, in exquisite lingerie. "Mmmm, hello," she purrs, licking her pouty, lips-glossed lips. "How do I look?" she adds, untying her robe. It parts like a curtain, and slips from her shoulders, like a feather floating to the ground. She runs her fingers through her long blond hair, then cups her breasts, plumping them in her hands. She knows they're irresistible.
David's intense golden-green eyes dilate as he devours every inch of her.
"You look stunning, Eve."
She thinks he looks just as delicious. His short, dark hair is perfectly styled, and stubble graces his killer jawline. His unyielding resolve, and devilish good looks are a crime. Women would commit murder just to feel his hands on their bodies.
He looks powerful dressed in all black. He's wearing a fitted, button-down shirt with a crisp collar, matching slacks, boots, and a belt laced with weapons, and other essential paraphernalia. Add the silver badge, and he's ready to protect and serve. He really is a white knight! Or black, considering his attire.
Hooking his arm around her waist, he yanks her to him. She inhales his cinnamon breath and earthy cologne, and tilts her head back to look up at him. Without warning, his mouth crashes down on hers. It's like the sun and moon colliding, stars twinkling in her eyes.
Keeping her locked in place, he demands her obedience with a sensual kiss. He draws moans from her throat with the swirl of his tongue. She tangles her fingers in his soft hair, clinging to him. He has her craving more. She wants him to rip off her clothes, and fuck her in the doorway.
She's exploring his mouth with her tongue, when someone clears their throat, killing the moment, and making her jump. She jerks away and glances around David's bicep.
A mysterious man steps out of the shadows, and into the light.
The first thing that catches her eye is the shiny badge on his black button-down shirt, and a gun in his hand. Primal fear makes her whole body freeze in place, but she's trembling inside.
David releases her and slips into the house, leaving her alone on the porch with the stranger.
"Hello, Miss. Wentworth."
Oh God. That voice. His tone isn't as harsh as she remembers, but it's still sharp. Like a sword ready to slice or in this case, a cocking gun. He's one of the police officers that arrested her for drinking and driving. She'd deliberately knocked a cup of coffee off his desk in retaliation. She regrets that decision.
A sly smile plays across his lips, and he places his gun back in its holster. He tries to follow David into the house.
Coming to her senses, she slams the door in his face, and locks it with sweaty fingers. She wants to keep out the beast, forgetting she's locked in with one.
She whirls around, fear and outrage coursing through her body like bolts of lightning. She puts her hands on her hips and glares at David.
He's already placed his gun on the side table, and is chewing on a ripe strawberry. He seductively, licks chocolate off his bottom lip and she shakes her head. He's trying to distract her. That pisses her off even more.
"What the fuck is he doing here?!" Eve yells, pointing at the offending man, on the other side of the door.
"Officer Price? I invited him."
David shrugs, eating another strawberry.
"Well, I sure as hell didn't, and this is my house!" Anger rolls through her like a wave of lava. She'll obliterate him where he stands.
Storming across the carpet, she starts punching him. Her fists don't do nearly as much damage as she's trying to inflict, but when he winces and rubs his chest, she realizes she's hit his stab wound. Good.
His hand snaps forward and clamps around her throat. She claws him with her manicured nails, but she can't break free from his powerful grip.
"What happened to 'please come back, Officer. I'll follow orders. I'll be good,'" he mocks, walking her backwards until she's pinned against the wall, like a butterfly.
She's delicate, but she's a fighter.
Eve coughs, and he eases his grip.
"The invitation didn't include a plus-one!" she gasps, sucking air into her burning lungs.
"I don't give a fuck. I'm in charge."
His words skyrocket her rage. This isn't how she envisions their romantic night! How dare he bring another monster into her house?! He doesn't give a shit about her feelings! He only cares about fucking her, using her for his pleasure!
He's so busy challenging her fiery glare with his own, he's not watching her tightening lips. When she masterfully, spits in his face, saliva hitting his jaw, he jerks his head back, eyes wide with surprise. It instantly morphs into fury. With his free hand he wipes his face.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
His barbaric growl is enough to wipe the triumphant look off her face. She's too reckless. She can't even blame alcohol. Shit.
He roughly grabs her by her shoulders, and flings her onto the oversized couch. The padding is soft, but it's the shock of his madness that leaves her breathless. Her hair is a golden mess, and one strap of her nighty is hanging loosely around her forearm. He rips it off and straddles her ample cleavage.
"Nothing is ever easy with you! You always want to fight!" he hisses, pinning her hands above her head. His grip is so tight, it cuts off her circulation.
While squirming beneath him, she realizes he's hard. He might be furious, but she turns him on. "I'll stop fighting you, when you stop acting like a douche bag!" she shouts, before taking several deep, calming breaths. She finally asks the question that she doesn't want the answer to.
"Why is Officer Price even here?"
"Because..." David replies, nipping her ear. "He is going to fuck your sweet little pussy."
His words bounce around in her head like a ping pong ball. It takes a moment for the dizziness to pass.
"NO. FUCKING. WAY!" she seethes, baring her teeth. Getting raped by one cop was horrible, but the thought of two is inconceivable!
With his free hand, he digs his fingers into her chin, forcing her to meet his penetrating gaze. "Eve. I know you don't want him, but you want me. I told you that I have one more punishment to enforce."
He gives her a smug look, waiting for her to contradict him.
She doesn't.
"I own you... your mind, body, soul, and even your heart," his voice is unusually low. His teeth brush against her bare shoulder and he licks her neck, tasting her. Her body quakes beneath him. His magical touch silences her fear and fills her with pleasure. It's bewitching.
"Does Officer Price know that he'll be participating in rape?"
"He'll do whatever I say. I'm his boss. He's loyal to me."
Tears pool in her baby-blue eyes, but she holds them in. She's stronger than he thinks. She'll fight to the death if she has to.
"This is your fault, Eve. You invited me into your house. You know what kind of man I am."
She does.
"Now. You're going to play nice and invite Officer Price inside. If you embarrass me, I'll lock you in a cell for a month."
Eve grits her teeth to keep from arguing. She wants to slap the pearly-white smile off his annoyingly, handsome face.
"Go open the door," he orders, crawling off of her and holding out his hand, like some kind of gentleman.
He's an asshole, but she takes it anyway, "Fine."
"That's 'Yes, Officer,'" he corrects, biting into another strawberry.
"Yes, Officer."
When she opens the front door Officer Price isn't there.
"He left," she says, glancing back at David, hiding her relief.
He's already sprawled out on her couch with one arm bent behind his head, and one knee bent across the seat. He's acting casual for a man who wants her to fuck his co-worker!
"He's in his squad car."
Eve sighs and walks outside. The cool air brushes against her bare skin, covering her in goosebumps. The sun has dipped below the horizon, and she's only wearing stitched silk and lace.
God, she hopes the neighbors aren't watching her prance around in slutty lingerie. They might call the cops for indecent exposure.
Each step carries her closer to another dragon.
She lightly taps on the car window, and Officer Price rolls it down.
"Tell Steel, I'm out. I don't care if he's my boss. He can find his own way home."
Steel. She's never asked David for his last name. It fits him. Cold, powerful steel. Was he forged that way? Or, has this always been his nature?
"Are you listening?" Rowan snaps his fingers in front of her face. He's as irritated as the day he arrested her. He shoves the key into the ignition with more force than necessary, and panic bubbles in her chest.
"Wait! Please, don't go!" she stammers, gripping the window frame, as if, she can stop the car with sheer willpower. "I'm sorry that I was rude! David didn't tell me that he was... bringing a friend."
