6. Bound by Secrets
Bound by Secrets
Ezekiel
M y black sedan idles in the shadows across from the precinct, engine purring quietly. I watch the front doors through tinted windows from the backseat, my jaw clenched tight. Eli sits alert in the driver’s seat, hands resting loosely on the wheel.
“Here she comes, boss.” Eli’s deep voice breaks the silence.
Eve emerges into the late afternoon sun, her dark curls catching the light. Even from here, I see the exhaustion in her shoulders, the stress of the day dragging at her steps. My chest tightens. I hate what I’m about to do, but she has left me no choice.
I give Eli a short nod. “Do it.”
He exits smoothly, his tall frame unfolding from the car with practiced grace.
I watch through the windshield as he intercepts Eve on the sidewalk, keeping his voice low.
Her whole body goes rigid, head snapping up to scan the street until her gaze lands on our car.
Even through the tinted glass, the heat of her glare burns.
Eli places a gentle but firm hand on her elbow, guiding her toward us.
She doesn’t fight him. Smart woman. She knows better than to make a scene outside her own precinct—but every line of her body radiates fury.
The car door opens, and she slides in beside me, bringing with her the scent of coffee and something floral.
“What the fuck, Zeke?” she hisses, keeping her voice low as Eli returns to the driver’s seat.
I don’t answer immediately, drinking in the sight of her. The fire in her emerald eyes, the flush of anger on her cheeks, the way her chest rises and falls with quick, sharp breaths. Christ, she’s beautiful when she’s pissed.
“Drive,” I tell Eli, still holding Eve’s gaze. “We need to talk, love. Somewhere private.”
“Don’t call me that,” she snaps, but she doesn’t try to leave. We’re past the point of avoiding this conversation.
Eve’s furious eyes bore into mine. “What do you think you’re doing?” Her voice trembles with rage but the fire in her eyes tells me she’s not all that upset to see me. “You can’t just show up at my workplace and force me into your car like some goddamn mafia thug.”
The accusation stings more than it should. I keep my expression neutral, though my fingers itch to reach for her. “I didn’t force you anywhere, love. You walked over and got in all on your own.”
“Like I had a choice?” She lets out a harsh laugh. “Your mountain of a bodyguard was going to what—let me just walk away?” Her eyes flick to Eli in the front seat. “No offense.”
“None taken,” Eli rumbles, keeping his eyes on the road.
“He would have respected your wishes,” I say, though we both know it’s not entirely true. I wouldn’t have let her walk away. Not with what’s at stake.
“Bullshit.” She shifts away from me, pressing herself against the door. The distance between us feels like miles. “You’re just like Ryan, thinking you can control everything I do.”
The comparison to her abusive ex-husband hits me like a physical blow. “I am nothing like that bastard,” I growl, anger slipping through my careful control. “I’m trying to protect you.”
“I don’t need your protection.” Her voice rises sharply. “I’m a cop, Zeke. I can take care of myself.”
“Can you?” I lean closer, lowering my voice. “Because right now, there’s a price on your head, and your badge won’t mean shit when they come for you. You have no idea what these people are capable of.”
She flinches at my words but doesn’t back down. God, her stubbornness both infuriates and arouses me. “And whose fault is that?” she demands. “You’re the one who told them I was your fiancée without even asking me.”
“Pardon us, Eli.” I reach for the button to raise the divider between the front and back seats. “I need some privacy with my fiancée.”
As soon as the tinted divider closes, I grab her hips and pull her onto my lap. She gasps as I position her legs on either side of mine, bringing her core flush against my growing hardness. My hands slide down to squeeze her ass, drawing a soft whimper from her lips that goes straight to my dick.
Fuck, I want this woman. It’s been far too long since I heard her cries as I thrust deep inside her.
My body burns with the memory of how perfectly she fit beneath me, her legs wrapped tight around my waist while I claimed every inch of her.
The year we spent apart has done nothing to diminish my craving for her sweet surrender.
Her chest presses against mine, our hearts thundering in sync. The warmth of her body seeps through our clothes, igniting every nerve ending. When she moans, the sound vibrates through me, awakening primal urges I’ve fought to keep buried.
I lean in close, my lips hovering just above hers.
Her breath comes in short pants, sweet and warm against my skin.
But I can’t kiss her. Kissing Eve is like playing with fire—one taste and I’ll be consumed.
Instead, I trail my lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at her sensitive flesh. Her skin tastes like vanilla and sin.
“Zeke.” She protests weakly, pushing against my chest. But I tighten my grip, keeping her firmly in place. Her resistance is half-hearted at best—we both know she wants this as much as I do.
“You can’t touch me like this,” she breathes, even as her fingers curl into my shirt. Her hips roll against mine, betraying her words with actions that speak much louder.
Our attraction crackles between us like a live wire—dangerous, electric, fatal. Every point where our bodies touch burns with an intensity that threatens to incinerate my self-control. Her pulse races beneath my lips as I suck harder at her neck, marking her as mine.
She’s poison in my veins, and I’m addicted. One taste was never going to be enough. Not with Eve. Never with Eve.
The scent of her arousal fills my lungs, driving me wild with need.
My cock throbs painfully against my zipper as she squirms in my lap.
One year. One fucking year without touching her, tasting her, being buried deep inside her tight pussy.
The memories haunt my dreams, but nothing compares to having her warm and willing in my arms again.
“Please.” I growl against her throat, nipping at her pulse point. “Let me have you, Eve. Just one more time.” My hands slide up her thighs and around her waist, pushing her shirt higher. “I need to feel you again, love. Need to be inside you.”
Her breath hitches as my fingers slide down between us. She’s already wet for me—I smell her arousal all around us. My cock jerks in response, desperate to claim what’s mine.
“I’ve missed this sweet pussy.” I press my thumb against her clit through her jeans, drawing a broken moan from her lips. “Missed how wet you get for me. How you obey my every command in the bedroom. How tight you squeeze around my cock when I make you come.”
She whimpers, grinding down against my hand. “Zeke.”
“One taste.” I plead, voice rough with desire. I reach up and unzip her jeans, opening them just enough to slip my hand inside. “Just let me taste you one more time. Let me make you scream my name like you used to.”
My fingers slip beneath her panties, finding her slick and ready. She gasps, head falling back as I circle her clit. God, she’s perfect—responsive and eager, just like I remember. I want to spread her out on this seat and feast on her for hours until she’s trembling and begging for mercy.
“Need to be inside you again,” I murmur, sliding one finger into her tight heat. “Need to feel you come apart in my mouth and then on my cock. Please, love. Let me have you.”
I press my finger deeper inside her, loving how her pussy clenches around me. Eve buries her face in my neck, muffling her whimpers as I stroke her. Her thighs tremble against mine, hips rocking to meet each thrust of my hand.
“That’s it, love.” I growl in her ear. “Show me how much you’ve missed my touch.”
She’s so fucking wet, her arousal coating my fingers as I add a second one. My thumb circles her clit faster, drawing desperate little moans from her throat. The sounds go straight to my cock.
“Zeke.” She gasps, fingers digging into my shoulders. “Oh god.”
“Come for me.” I curl my fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes her whole body jerk. “Let me feel you come apart.”
Her inner walls flutter around my fingers as she gets close. I can feel her fighting it, trying to deny the pleasure I’m giving her. But her body knows what it wants—knows who it belongs to.
“Please.” She whimpers, grinding down harder on my hand.
I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her cries as she finally shatters. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, rhythmic pulses of pleasure washing through her as she comes. She’s fucking gorgeous like this—head thrown back, lips parted, completely lost to the sensation.
When the aftershocks fade, I slowly withdraw my fingers. She watches through heavy-lidded eyes as I bring them to my mouth, sucking her essence from my skin. The taste of her explodes on my tongue, my cock continuing to throb with need.
“Fuck.” Her head whips around and embarrassment covers her face then relief when she sees the divider as if she forgot I put it up.
“It’s okay, love. You’re safe with him.” I pull her closer so I can breathe her in. “Pretend he’s not here.”
“Oh, god.” She covers her face in her hands and buries it in my chest.
I hold her close and breathe in her scent. My cock still aches for her. I didn’t expect her to be so pliant. If I asked for it again, she’d let me fuck her. I’m sure of it.
But her safety comes first. As much as I want more of her, I didn’t pick her up from work to fuck her. I need to warn her.
“You’re being watched.” I murmur against her hair. “The Columbus families have eyes on you.”
She stiffens in my arms but doesn’t pull away. “I know. There was a black SUV with tinted windows outside my house last night. They sat there for far too long.”
Pride swells in my chest. Of course she noticed—she’s a damn good detective. Her observational skills impress me.