MasukRINAI definitely didn't like the way he said my name. Most perps spat it out like a curse or mumbled it through broken teeth, but the way it rolled off his tongue felt like a caress. It felt heavy, dark, and entirely too intimate for a man I had just run off the road. I didn't let my guard down. I kept the barrel of my Glock leveled at his chest as I closed the distance between us. My boots crunched on the gravel, the only sound in the desolate stretch of industrial wasteland. "Hands behind your back. Now," I barked. My voice was steady, but inside, my pulse was doing a desperate dance against my ribs.He didn't argue. He didn't even look like he cared. He just turned around with a slow, fluid motion that made the muscles in his back ripple beneath his shirt, and did the unthinkable. He offered his hands willingly, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips as if this was all part of some game I hadn't been invited to play yet.I reached for my cuffs, the cold steel clicking as
RINAPeople watch the movies and they think being an NYPD officer is all about the glory. They see the polished badge, the crisp, properly fitted uniform, and the hero moments where we swoop in, save the day, and walk off just as heroes in some Marvel studio action movie. They think it’s about being a pillar of the community, law-abiding to a fault, protecting life and property with a stoic smile.They have no idea.They don’t know the soul-crushing tension that becomes your second skin. It’s not just the adrenaline of a foot chase through a crowded alley in Brooklyn, praying to God there isn’t a sniper on a rooftop or a guy with a glock waiting behind a dumpster. It’s the mental exhaustion of seeing the absolute worst of humanity at 3:00 AM and then having to go home and pretend you’re a normal person. Beyond the physical danger, there is also the very tedious part—documenting endless, suffocating mountains of paperwork for a single arrest. And also, there's the constant feeling
KOURTNEY Dinner itself felt like an exercise of extreme self-control. We sat around the large dining table, the air filled with the scent of seasoned beef and fresh lime. Tessa was a whirlwind of conversation, her hands moving a mile a minute as she talked about her date with Chase. "So, Kourt, fill me in!" she said, leaning forward and pointing a taco at me. "Give me the juicy details. Who’s the hottest guy in the auditing department? Did Dad make you do any boring filing? Tell me everything." I could literally feel Silas’s eyes boring holes into the side of my face from the head of the table. I focused very intently on my taco, carefully adding a dollop of sour cream to hide the fact that my hands were currently trembling. "Honestly, it was nothing much," I lied, the words feeling like lead in my mouth. "Just a lot of orientation videos and HR paperwork. Tessa nodded with a rather disappointed look as I couldn't give her a proper gist. “I actually spent most of the time
KOURTNEY The drive back to the mansion had been an intense haze of both sexual tension and secret touches. Immediately we pulled out of his firm's underground parking lot, his hand immediately found my silk-cladded thigh in what I first thought was an accidental graze. But then his fingers had lingered just long enough to let me know he was being deliberate and I'd immediately felt a fresh wave of heat through my body. By the time he pulled into the long, winding driveway of his mansion, I was a total nervous wreck, my skin feeling three sizes too small for my body. Then the heavy front door swung open, and the first thing I heard was the sound of a loud laugh. A pure vibrant, nonchalant laughter erupting from her. I suddenly felt conscious and tried as much as I could to regain the control that had long been dismantled by the very man standing right in front of me. Tessa was right in the living room, sprawled out on the sofa, her feet kicked up on the coffee table, clutch
KOURTNEY My heart was pounding hard against my ear drums in a wild way as he rubbed his head slowly over my burning slit. Silas looked down at me, his face a mask of concentrated hunger, and I knew there was no going back. He wasn’t going to stop, and God help me, I didn’t even want him to. Not now. Not when it felt like my entire vision was beginning to swim in ecstasy. Not now when my entire body was burning with an intense, reckless need. He reached down, his fingers properly guiding his cock to my entrance. I gasped loudly, my eyes instinctively flying to the door, expecting Henderson to burst in at any second. Silas didn't even look bothered. He just hovered above me, eyes keenly watching me, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw as he began to push in. He moved inch by inch in a very slow and torturous invasion that made my breath hitch. I felt my insides clenching around him, my muscles acting like a trap. It felt like he was stretching me to my absolute limit, f
KOURTNEY The air in the office had become thick, charged with the kind of electricity that precedes a massive storm. Silas didn't give me time to think, let alone catch my breath. He leaned down slowly, his gaze locked on mine, and when his lips finally met mine, it wasn't a question. It was a takeover. His tongue parted my lips with a practiced, smooth confidence, and I melted straight into him, savoring the fresh, minty taste of his mouth mixed with an intoxicating taste of coffee. His hand wrapped around my waist in a possessive, iron hold, pulling me flush against his suit. He leaned into me, deepening the kiss until our noses bumped and the world outside that door ceased to exist. I reached up, my fingers clawing at his crisp white collar, desperate to pull him closer. That’s when I felt it—the hard, rigid, unmistakable length of him pressing firmly against my lower abdomen. My breath caught somewhere at the back of my throat. I broke the kiss abruptly, breathless
SHEILA I scrambled off the bed, my heart nearly hammering its way out of my chest. My legs felt like they were made of overcooked noodles, trembling as I tried to get my jeans back on."Sheila? Bryant? We’re back! And wait until you see the dress Cherry found!" Aunt Linda’s cheerful voice drifted
CODYIt took me an effort to get up and tuck myself back into my jeans, the fabric feeling stiff and abrasive against my sensitive skin. Stephanie immediately fell into a deep slumber, chest heaving in a satisfied manner. My heart was still thundering against my ribs—a rhythmic pulse that seemed
SERENA The yellow cab pulled away from the curb, leaving me standing on the sidewalk of a very quiet, industrial street in Brooklyn. I looked down at my watch. 9: 55AM. Still fair enough. I smoothed my dress and took a deep breath, looking up at the towering brick building in front of me. It was
SERENA I stayed on the spot for barely twenty minutes when I suddenly felt like I just couldn't take it anymore. Anytime his eyes looked up, I felt like I was being lit on fire. The scratching of the charcoal against the heavy grain of the paper stopped abruptly. The silence that followed was hea







