I pulled back, my chest heaving. I looked at the metal cuffs cutting into his wrists, then at the raw power in his eyes. My "slutty side" wasn't just whispering now; it was screaming. My core was already throbbing again, reaching for the heat of him.
"You better not run," I whispered, my voice thick with a mix of authority and desperation as I reached for the small key on my belt.
"Run?" Marcus chuckled, the sound dark and low. "I have connections, Maya. I don't run from the police. Most of the time, the police run from me. I’m exactly where I want to be."
Click. Click.
The cuffs fell away. Marcus didn't hesitate. He didn't even rub his wrists. He reached out and grabbed my waist, his large hands bruising my skin as he stood up, lifting me like I weighed nothing. He walked over to his
