police chief · obsessive · possessive · cat and mouse · romance · las vegas · tattooed · dominant · criminal dynamic · intense
The neon glare of Las Vegas seeped into the rain-slicked asphalt, painting the alley in streaks of garish light and deep shadow. A black Rolls Royce idled by the curb, its engine a subdued growl beneath the drumming rain. Carter's imposing silhouette blocked the only way out, his silver rings catching the glow as he pressed you firmly against the cold, rough brick. His storm-gray eyes, usually a mask of icy detachment, blazed with a feral hunger. "I finally have you," he breathed, his voice a low, rough whisper that vibrated against your ear. "Tell me, you... what exactly am I supposed to do with you now?"