Page 29 of Knot Their Arrangement

He never does.

I smirk along his shaft in triumph.

You were mine first.

The thrill courses through me like wildfire, my blood humming with satisfaction as I take him into my mouth, slow and deliberate.

His breath stutters, a sharp inhale that he barely manages to smother. I drag my tongue along his length, hollowing my cheeks as I pull him deeper, reveling in the way his thighs tense beneath my palms.

“Detective, are you still there?” Sullivan’s voice crackles through the car speakers, oblivious to the battle Ezekiel is waging within himself.

And with my mouth.

I glance up, my gaze locking onto Ezekiel’s as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. His eyes darken further while that grip in my hair forces me to stay still for a few seconds.

His jaw clenches, his throat working as he forces himself to answer.

“Yes, Chief,” he manages, his voice steady, but barely. “I?—”

A sharp intake of breath as I take the chance to not only go back down on his length in one smooth move but to suck harder, his hips bucking before he can stop himself.

“I have another call on the line. Urgent. Need to…ah…take it.”

There’s a pause on the other end, and I can practically hear Sullivan narrowing his eyes.

“Another call? Or are you just trying to divert from this conversation? You’re not on Castellano’s side, are you, Cross?”

I chuckle around his length, the vibrations making him suck in a ragged breath. It’s low enough that it can’t be caught but I almost slip us up.

Oops.

Can’t blame me though. The accusation is laughable.

We’ve always danced on the line between law and crime, but Ezekiel is a man of principles.I know that.Sullivan knows that. But right now, as I watch him struggle against the pleasure I’m giving him, I wonder if even Ezekiel knows where his true loyalties lie.

Or does it all mellow together into a messy concoction of chaos and unexpected decisions?

He exhales slowly, fighting for composure.

“At the end of the day, Chief,” he says, voice low, breathy, strained, “I’m on the side of justice.”

I hum in approval, dragging my lips up his shaft, taking my time. His fingers tremble against my scalp, torn between keeping me at bay and yanking me closer. I watch him, drinking in the sight of him barely keeping it together, his control slipping with every calculated movement of my mouth.

His gaze drops to me, heated, intense.I know that look.I thrive on that look.

“If Castellano wishes to do good in his own sinister way, so be it,” he continues, his voice barely above a murmur now, his words meant as much for me as they are for Sullivan. “As long as it doesn’t cross the line between the rules we follow as law, it’s free reign in this world of mayhem.”

Then, without waiting for a response, he hangs up.

The moment the call disconnects, he groans in relief, head falling back against the seat. His grip in my hair tightens, and before I can react, he yanks me up, forcing my mouth off of him.

I barely have time to wipe the saliva from my lips before his voice, thick with hunger, rumbles through the car.

“You just love being in control, don’t you?” His thumb swipes over my swollen bottom lip, his touch almost gentle despite the steel in his gaze. “I’ll show you control.”

The air crackles between us, charged, electric. My heart pounds as anticipation coils hot and tight in my gut. This is what I wanted —what I always wanted.To push him past his limits; to watch him unravel and allow him to remind me exactly who I belong to.

And fuck, do I love it when he does.

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