Page 56 of Desperate Crimes
And, fuck me, he’s so goddamn hot.
I drink him in—the sweat-slicked skin, the ink that winds across his chest and arms like ancient runes meant to trap me, the way every inch of his body is carved with thick, hard muscle and raw male power.
He looks like violence and salvation all at once.
He looks like every secret fantasy I’ve ever had.
Only this time he’s real.
No longer a forbidden crush.
No longer a shadow at family dinners.
No longer the man I dreamed of touching me in the dark, too afraid to even admit it to myself.
Now he’s here.
Filling me.
Surrounding me.
Claiming me in every way that matters.
My body? He owns it now.
My will? Bent beneath his hands, his voice, his touch.
My fantasies? They were always his—they just didn’t have his name on them until now.
And the terrifying, beautiful truth?
Some part of me always wanted him to have this power over me.
Always wanted him.
Even when I didn’t know what this could be, I was dreaming of him.
My Nico.
I was dreaming of this.
Of us.
And now there’s no going back.
Because now that he’s touched me?
I never want anyone else to touch me again.
Chapter Fourteen-Nico Jr
She comes apart on my fingers.
Completely.
Her body tenses, thighs clamping around my wrist like a trap, and then she shatters.
A raw, full-throated cry tears from her throat, shaking and beautiful and fucking mine.
