“Bakersfield Police Department, crime lab.” She tensed, hoping it wouldn’t piss him off.
He chuckled, to her surprise. “I’m going to break you, sweetheart. It’s going to be a pleasure for both of us.”
She tried to turn to look at him but he dipped his head and started kissing her neck again. He caressed the curve of her hip and his thumb hooked beneath the band of her underwear. He pulled it down on one side and she was very aware of the material lowering, dangerously close to exposing her mound.
“No real foreplay first?” She longed to have him actually touch her there.
“I’m motivating you to tell the truth.”
His hand moved and the back of his fingers played with the skin he’d exposed. He nipped her again on the curve of her shoulder. She jerked against him and gasped. It seemed to encourage him to trail hot kisses up her neck while rubbing slow circles with his fingertips precariously close to her sex.
She clenched her teeth as a slow throbbing began in her clit and heat spread to her belly, causing it to ache too. Ignore it. You’re making this too easy. Her mind knew it but her body didn’t listen. In desperation, she decided to spread her palms on his chest. The handcuffs restricted her movement. He reached between them and gripped the chain, jerking them to the side so she couldn’t touch him.“I should be able to touch you back.”
That made him lift his head and arch an eyebrow in question. “You’re the one who said I shouldn’t play by the rules. There is no ‘fair’ in this room, sweetheart.”
“That’s your plan? Only you can do the touching?”
His nostrils flared and his sexy smile curved into a smug grin. “Yes. I can smell how you respond to me.”
He’s full of shit. It made her angry and she latched on to that feeling, hoping it would help her resist him. “Bullshit.”
“You’re getting wet.”
“It takes more than a few kisses to get me that hot.”
He chuckled. “That’s a bold lie.” His fingers stilled their stroking. “Should I prove it?”
He turned his hand and inched lower, keeping it between her underwear and skin until it was the only thing that covered her pussy. The feel of his palm was shocking but he wasn’t done. He traced the line of her slit and slid one fingertip between her pussy lips.
She tried to buck her hips away from him but he released the chain and hooked his arm around her waist, jerking her body against his. He slowly moved his fingertip enough to press against her clit. She moaned at the pleasure.
“Wet,” he confirmed. “Very wet.” His fingertip applied a little pressure to her clit and stroked.
Kat rested her forehead against his chest and closed her eyes. She battled her body, trying to block the pleasure that radiated through her system. She had never been trained to resist an attack on the most sensitive spot on her body.
“That’s so not fair.”
He leaned in and started to kiss her throat again. Her knees threatened to buckle but he kept her upright. She wanted to do a little tormenting too.
The finger rubbing her clit stilled and he ceased kissing her throat. “Who do you work for? Don’t lie, sweetheart.”
“Do you stop if I tell you?”
“Yes.”
“The crime lab.”
His hot breath fanned her skin. “At this pace, you’re going to beg me to make you come in about five minutes or less.” His voice deepened. “I’ll stop long enough for your passion to cool and we’ll start again. I can do this for hours until you’re drenched in sweat and hurting so bad to come that you’ll tell me anything I want to know just to make the agony stop. It will turn into that.”
“That’s mean.”
He lifted his face and their gazes held. His eyes were beautiful in a fierce way. His voice came out raspy. “Just tell me what I want to know. I’ll reward you.”
“By getting me off?”
“Yes.”
Kat was tempted to blurt out the truth. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d wanted a man more. Her day had been insane and it seemed fitting to be in that room with him, doing things they both would get in serious trouble for if their bosses found out. It was completely unprofessional to want to have sex with Darkness. It didn’t feel wrong though. It was one thing to break some moral codes but another altogether to completely screw over her agency.
“I wish I could. I guess you’re going to have to try harder.”
“This will be worse for me than you.”
“What does that mean?”
His gaze lowered to where their chests were smashed together. She glanced down and saw the way it created a lot of cleavage. She looked back into his dark eyes.
“It’s going to be a battle of wills that I don’t look forward to, sweetheart.”
She didn’t understand. He must have read the confusion in her eyes or expression.
“You’re going to beg me to fuck you and I’m going to want to, regardless of whether you keep your silence. I’ve avoided females for some time but you tempt me like no other. I’m depending on my resolve to never be led by my sexual desires ever again to keep my will strong. Otherwise…”
His voice trailed off and she wanted to know what he would have said. “Otherwise what?”
“You don’t want to see me snap. You’d end up with more than you could handle. You’d have two hundred forty-five pounds of raw male unleashed on your ass.” The color of his eyes seemed to darken before they narrowed. “I mean that. I’d carry you to that table, bend you over it and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. I’m not sure you could survive it. I’ve got years of pent-up sexual frustration and all of it would be pounding into you.”
He twisted his pelvis and pressed his erection against her hip. Even through the material he felt really hard and big. His words, the meaning behind them and the feel of his dick amped up the sexual tension. It also turned her on even more. No man had ever spoken to her that way. She bet he was one guy who wasn’t all talk and he could back it up.
“Little pretend-cats shouldn’t ever play with actual feral, bigger ones. Do you understand? I’m not as domesticated as you might think.”
Her heart rate raced and she sealed her lips, otherwise she might have asked him to do just that.
“So do us both a favor and just start telling me the truth because once this plays out further, it might end really bad. See how honesty works? It’s giving someone the absolute truth. I will get you off but I won’t fuck you. I might hurt you.”
He was a big guy but she wasn’t afraid. She hated to see the conflict in his eyes though. To put him in that situation was the last thing she’d meant to do. Inexplicably, she really liked Darkness. Maybe asking him to seduce her hadn’t been her best idea. He had a job to do and had someone to answer to as well.
“My name is really Kat and I came here to teach. I’d never hurt your people. That is the absolute truth.”
“Who do you work for?”
She hesitated, knowing he wouldn’t accept the lie because he was smart. It was tempting to just say FBI but she couldn’t give that up. Her boss might have sent her to do his personal bidding but she had no plans to really snoop on the NSO or try to find dirt on them. “I’m not an assassin or someone who’d ever want anyone at Homeland hurt.”
“Who. Do. You. Work. For?” He rasped out each word.
“A jerk.” She was skating around lying to him by giving honest answers, just not the ones he wanted.
“Does he want to harm us?”
She didn’t mean to look away from his direct stare but she was off her game and the reflexive movement couldn’t be taken back. She held his gaze again. “I’m not a big fan of my boss. He really is a jerk. I don’t follow his orders to the letter. I came here to meet New Species and teach them forensics. I would never hurt your people. I don’t wish them harm. I swear.”“What is your boss’s name?”
“Dickhead. I also call him prick.” She closed her eyes. She wouldn’t lie to Darkness anymore but she couldn’t give up her boss even if she didn’t agree with why she had been sent. It put her in a hell of a moral dilemma.
She’d admired New Species since they’d been freed, reading and watching everything in the news about their struggles. She was a fan, even. Robert Mason’s connection to them or the reasons for his hatred wasn’t clear but she knew it must be personal for him. She was just a pawn but that didn’t mean she had to make any moves against anyone at Homeland.
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
She did as Darkness ordered and held his gaze. His were really beautiful eyes. She believed everything he’d told her about his past. To have survived that hellish experience made her admire the hell out of him. Lesser men would have broken, died during the ordeal or taken their lives just to make it end. He deserved her respect, especially since she was pretty certain she could guess what he’d been taught. He wasn’t beating the hell out of her, snapping bones just to hear her screams or flaying her alive. He had to have seen it done plenty of times.
“What is your boss’s legal name?”
“I can’t tell you. I want to but I can’t. It’s a matter of obligation. Do you understand?”