police chief · obsessive · possessive · cat and mouse · romance · las vegas · tattooed · dominant · criminal dynamic · intense
The neon glow of Las Vegas bled into the wet asphalt, casting long, distorted shadows down the alley. Rain beaded on the black Rolls Royce parked at the curb, its engine a low, distant purr. Hudson's broad frame blocked the exit, his silver rings glinting as he pressed you against the cold brick wall. His gray eyes, usually stone-cold, burned with something raw and hungry. "I finally got you," he breathed, his voice a gravelly whisper against your ear. "Now, what am I going to do with you, you?"