Cross’ POVI would think about what happened later. For now, what mattered was watching her - Ariana - as she made her way out of the apartment, seeing the shock on her face as her eyes fell on the bag and then, watching as she looked from left to right, snuck the bag up and made her way back into the apartment. And just from where I stood watching, the hunger came again and it had to be satisfied. As I watched her slip in uncomfortably, I became more drawn to her body in the silk velvet nightgown she wore, already picturing how the entire night would flame up once I got my chance. And I was going to get it. Then I remembered something else and cursed under my breath. She fucking had a gun raised when she made her way out the door. Okay, that wasn’t going to be funny. I mean, imagine the nasty mess of her overreacting and taking me for someone else if I made my move. I didn’t want to overthink things; the rod between my thighs was already pushing against my jeans and only her could
Cross’ POVHer back pressed against the wall, and she flinched. I had just been too fast for an amateur like her, and she couldn't help but curse inside."You... you... what are you going to do to me?" She managed to stutter after failing to calm the wild poundings of her heart."I wouldn't dare," I replied, leaning forward and lifting a strand of her long hair from her face. My hand's position shifted, and Ariana found her face being caressed by my warm, slightly coarse hand. At least, that’s what I thought of my fingers.And I knew she thought the same though she wasn’t showing any form of pleasure towards me… yet!I sniffed her fragrance, and could read the expression of barely concealed ecstasy on my face. Then, with another breath, growing impatient, I leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on her lips. "I've always wanted to feel this..."Ariana jolted in shock, and a furious shade of red appeared on her face. She tried to push me away, but I could tell her pitiful strength woul
Cross’ POV"Make me yours."Those words only came out of her mouth. For her, it must have been pleasure but when it landed in my ears, it was like a provocation.I am Cross, head of thugs. King in my own domain. No one had ever provoked me and lived to tell the tale. And although I couldn't kill someone I was having so much pleasure fucking, I could always make her submit to me.My breathing became heavier as I penetrated her with a full powered thrust of my dick.Of course, I knew my dick was immense, while Ariana was someone with a tight pussy, considering her size. I didn’t have to do much before I got her to the point I was seeking.Lost in the intense mix between the sensations of pain and pleasure, she started to lose control over the mental defenses she had put up, and her moans became louder and mixed with words that could arouse any man.And I was having all of it. I laughed to myself as I looked into her tired eyes. If only she could look into my thoughts and see how poetic
Cross’ POVIt took sometime watching her sleep before I understood it was time for me to leave. It had been one hell of a long night; one that had brought all my fantasies to life. I took a peek at her again, nesting in my arms. She was flawless. She was perfect.And I would do anything for this angel in my arms… I meant anything! That was when our little threat came to my mind again.Bruno.And as quickly as I remembered him, I remembered what I had done to him.“Fuck…” I whispered as I slid out of the bed. I had to get going. I wanted to clear my head; to think through clearly on it all.I paused and took a peek at her.“Shortly, cara…” I whispered and then dove out of the house through the window and gliding up to the roof, hopping roof after roof in the suburbs until I finally paused, the cold wind whipping against my face, trying to push the frustration out of my chest.First, it was Mira.Mira’s words from earlier that evening played over and over in my head: “Don Macaulay is my
Ari’s POVBy the time I opened my eyes, I found I was alone in bed. I reached out and felt for his presence but there was no one.Cross had vanished.That was him – talented in appearing and then, vanishing like he was never there.But as soon as his absence began to dawn on me, I felt the urgent need to pull into his embrace again. Shit! I cursed, throwing aside the covers as I staggered to my feet and walked up to the mirror, taking a look at my naked body.And Cross had it all.I cursed again as I looked away. What was this feeling? I was contempt and satisfied. Still, I was uncomfortable and hated myself. I gave it a close thought. I needed to do something about this relationship… like truly define it, especially in terms of how it was affecting my life, my work…My work!This would be the third time I’d be cursing this morning as I dashed into the bathroom. I was late.“No… no…no…”I was dressed in no time and was about marching my way out of the house when my eyes went straight
Cross’ POV“What the fuck was wrong with you, Cross?” I spat to my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My reflection in the glass looked like a stranger—eyes darker than they should have been, jaw tight with frustration and regret.I couldn’t get her out of my head. Ariana.“Ariana…” I whispered her name. Cara. I leaned weakly against the glass as I reached for the switch lazily and turned the shower on, my dick hard against the ice cold water.The argument from the night before replayed over and over, her words slicing through my chest like shards of glass. “Stay away from me, Cross. Stay away from my life. I don’t need you.”Stay away from her? I grabbed my shaft and slid my arm through its thick girth back and forth.“No, Cara.” I grunted.She was wrong.She did need me, even if she couldn’t see it yet.I clenched my fists tighter around my toughening dick, groaning in agony, the frustration burning hotter. I wasn’t good at this—apologies, vulne
Ari’s POVI was still trying to get a hang of what was happening between me and this man. Even now as he stood before me apologetic, I could feel an attraction; a pull I couldn’t define and yet, as much as it fired up within me, I desperately wanted him out of my apartment and out of my house for good.For fuck’s sake, he was a psychopath! He fucking killed Bruno like he was a nobody.“Cross, you’re stupidly playing some dirty game.” I began. “I’m a cop. I see the need to remind you this again. It’s only a matter of time before your stupid game comes to an end and I will throw you right into jail without second thoughts.”The Cross I knew would have scoffed and saw me as someone stupid; someone he could control, but this time, he seemed different as he stared at me with his lips parted, his breathing rushed.“That’s my problem, Ari. I can’t do without you. I can’t live without you! You have to help me.” He replied as he pulled close to me.“Help you? I don’t get you, Cross. What is th
Cross’ POVThe bedroom was a mess. Books were scattered on the floor with some torn pages lying motionlessly, the lamp was lying on its side, and its table was nothing more than splinters of wood. Two bottles of wine that still had some red liquid in them lay on the bed with their contents spilling on the bed ever so slowly.I didn’t know Ari to be this messy but then it was obvious she had not had time to pack things up together after the aggressive time we shared together earlier. Perhaps, it wouldn’t be so bad to tell her I was sorry by helping with some little chores. For now, though, I laid her quietly on the bed and then, I checked her breathing.She was alive and stable. Of course, she was stronger than that. This wouldn’t be the first time I would have a lady pass out after an experience with me. What Ari was going through was nothing new to me, but she was even stronger than I had known most girls to be after handling me all so well during the previous encounters we’ve had
Ari’s POVI woke up to an empty bed.For a second, I thought I was dreaming. My hand stretched across the mattress, fingers grazing nothing but cold sheets. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim morning light seeping through my curtains. I sat up, blinking away the haze of sleep, scanning the room.Derek was gone.A strange feeling crept up my spine. I wasn’t entirely sure what had happened the night before. We had gone out for drinks, talked about everything and nothing at all, but beyond that?Again, it began to come together bit by bit - the surprise date, the beautiful dinner and then…Then…Did it happen? My memory was a blur. Not in a drunken, irresponsible way, but in a… murky kind of way. Like something was intentionally misplaced in my mind. I couldn’t exactly tell if we had done anything the previous night. Yes, Derek and I had history, but then…Things were different now.Anyway, I shook the thought away and got up, heading for the shower. ***At work, everything c
Ari's Pov My days went back to normal. At least, as normal as they could be."Hey, Detective Walsh.""What are you doing after work today, Detective Walsh?""Have dinner with me, Detective Walsh."The guys from the station never gave up, and if I was being honest, their persistence was getting old.I shot them a tired smile. "Sorry. I have plans.""With Derek, I assume?" Turner said, his voice dripping with sarcasm."As a matter of fact, yes." I admitted, a small smile playing at the corner of my lips."Oooh, what do you guys have planned?" Gina perked up."He didn't say. Just that he wanted to see me." I shrugged. "And guys, no more questions okay? We've got work to do.""Whatever, Walsh." Turner chuckled. "Have fun on your date."I rolled my eyes. "It's not a date.""Whatever you say."I ignored him, focusing on the case file in front of me.As the day wore on, my curiosity grew even more. I wanted to know what Derek had planned? What surprised he was cooking this time, but as the
Ari’s POVI didn’t realize how much my life was coming back together.The precinct was buzzing with energy by the time I arrived the next day. Officers clapped my back, voices overlapping in praise, and for once, I allowed myself to soak in the moment. "Damn, Walsh. You really pulled off a show back there!" one of the officers, Turner, whistled. "It was like something out of a damn movie."Gina grinned beside me. "You should've seen yourself, Ari. Flipping tables, dodging bullets, taking down those men like a goddamn superhero."I chuckled, shaking my head. "It wasn’t that dramatic."Turner scoffed. "Oh, please. You literally saved that guy—what’s his name? Derek? The one who kissed you?"I froze mid-step. Gina smirked. "Oh, we all saw it."I didn’t realize they were still hanging around that night.I groaned. "Great. So now my hero moment is overshadowed by that."Before anyone could continue their teasing, Lady Smith stepped in, arms crossed, a rare smirk tugging at her lips. "Det
Ari’s POVI kept my breathing steady as I sat across from Derek, forcing a smile while my mind raced. Lady Smith’s voice had been firm in my earpiece—it’s time to move.I lifted my glass of wine, taking a slow sip, my heart pounding as I glanced at Derek. He was oblivious, still smiling, still thinking this was just another normal night. But I knew better.I had exactly one minute.Placing my glass down, I exhaled sharply. “I just need to use the restroom,” I said casually, already pushing my chair back.Derek raised an eyebrow. “You okay?”I nodded quickly. “Yeah. Just freshening up.”He didn’t seem convinced, but he nodded, returning his focus to his plate. I turned on my heels, making my way to the restroom, each step calculated. As soon as I stepped inside, I pressed my back against the door, inhaling sharply.Lady Smith’s voice came through my earpiece. “Five seconds.”I counted them down in my head.Then—chaos.Screams erupted. The unmistakable sound of tables being knocked over
Ari's POVI wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say.Hi? Hello?I was never really such a social person. With my mood all damaged and my entire life still gluing itself bit by bit, I guess I was in a much worse state to relate with anyone.So, this was doomed to get awkward.I never expected to run into him again. The one-night stand from that wild, reckless night with Kaelie. Yet, there he was—standing before me, looking all casual, like we weren’t tangled up in something that should’ve been left in the past.“Didn’t think I’d see you again,” I said, folding my arms nervously. I forgot – that was the first rule of sparking conversations: don’t fold your arms to create a sense of security and blockage.He grinned, his deep brown eyes twinkling with amusement. “I was thinking the same thing.”We stood there for a moment, an odd silence stretching between us. Then he finally chuckled, breaking the tension. “So… how’ve you been?”I raised a brow. “You mean since that night?”He smirked. “
Ari's POVThe walkie-talkie went static, then it glitched. I clicked the button, took it closer to my mouth, then I spoke. “This is Ari reporting. I’m proceeding into the tunnels already.”I waited until a signal came again. “Copy that. After you.”I proceeded inwards. The tunnels were damp, the air thick with the stench of rusted metal and stagnant water. Shadows stretched long against the curved walls, flickering under the dim beams of our flashlights. My grip tightened around my gun as I moved ahead, signaling the team to stay close. We had been tracking this deal for weeks, waiting for the right moment to strike, and now—Now was the time.A whispered command crackled through my earpiece. "Stay sharp, Detective Walsh. We move when you signal."I barely acknowledged the voice. My focus was on the figures up ahead. Three men stood beneath a single hanging light, exchanging words in hushed tones. A briefcase sat between them, slightly ajar, revealing stacks of money notes. The de
Cross' POV I was breathless. Spent even. My body was limp and tired as I lay on the bed. The amount of willpower needed to hold back the urge to give in was tasking and after I did, I was still feeling the effect. I felt Mira's mouth coat my cock as she sucked and slurped hungrily on my cum. It had been way over a minute since she made me beg and since I came, and she was still sucking hard on my cock. Even though I was weak and tired, I felt my strength returning and I wasted no time in picking her up and falling her on the bed. "You'll pay for making me beg." I whispered as I leaned down to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipple. I didn't need to do much as my fingers trailed down her body and found her pussy. Bare, wet and dripping for me. I pushed a finger into her, causing her to gasp. She was so tight, and so wet, and the thought of fucking her made my cock stir. I moved my fingers slowl
Mira's POVI stiffened for a moment when Cross uttered those words. My heart raced with mixed feelings, each one sending new sensation through my body.He needed me, at this moment, at this point. And I would be here for him.I kissed his back hungrily, my hands pulling off his shirt and kissing down his chest, trailing my tongue along the outline of his muscles.Cross watched as I undressed him, his eyes filled with want and desire, his breaths ragged.I continued to kiss him, kiss his muscles and leave marks on his firm body. My back curved as I buried myself in his scent, inhaling deeply and exhaling over his skin.Cross tried to push me onto the bed, but I refused, holding him down. I wanted this, wanted to be top now, I wanted to make him feel good.Hell, I needed his cock in me, and I needed to ride it hard and fast, make him beg me to stop.I looked up at him and saw his gaze fixed on me, hungry and needy. I smiled, my hands reaching down into his trouser and pulling it off alo
Cross' POVAfter that day, I avoided Mira at every opportunity.I busied myself in the house, waking up early and returning late, spending the entire day outside if possible. Sometimes I would interact with the guards, ask them for some spar to keep my body in shape, help around with one or two little chores just so I wouldn't have to cross paths with her.And on occasions when I had no choice but to be in the same room as her, I kept my responses short, simple and indifferent.But regardless of how much distance I put between us, I could always feel her presence like a shadow stalking me.I knew she was frustrated.Most of the time I saw it in the way she clenched her fists whenever I walked away from a conversation or heard it in the sharpness of her voice when she spoke my name.But what was I supposed to do?Pretend that night meant nothing? Pretend that the moment I kissed her, the moment I touched her and had sex with her something inside me hadn’t cracked?I wouldn’t.And I sur