The neon glow of the city buzzed as Officer Daniels pinned Victor Crane against the Bentley, cuffs biting into the businessmanâs wrists. Victorâs tailored suit jacket hung open, his white dress shirt stretched tight across his chest. Danielsâ eyes narrowed, pulse quickening at the sight of Victorâs defiant smirk. âYouâre not slipping away this time, Crane,â Daniels growled, voice rough with authority and something darker.
Without warning, Daniels gripped Victorâs shirt and tore it open, buttons flying into the night, exposing a chiseled chest, skin flushed under the streetlights. Victorâs breath caught, his heart pounding visibly beneath his sternum. Daniels pressed his palm against the warm, taut skin, feeling the frantic thump-thump of Victorâs heart, each beat vibrating through his fingers. The raw power of itâfear, adrenaline, defianceâsent a jolt of arousal through Daniels, his own breath hitching.
Victorâs eyes, sharp and unyielding, met Danielsâ. âLike what you feel, Officer?â he taunted, voice low, but the tremor in his chest betrayed him. Danielsâ fingers lingered, the heat of Victorâs skin searing his palm, the pulsing rhythm stoking a fire he couldnât ignore. The cityâs hum faded, leaving only the charged silence between them, hearts racing in sync.
annaxmalina
gummygunk
jacobvanloon
vaporwave
