Whispers of love and lies

IDRIS

Esmery Lancaster was truly going to be the death of me-
not just my death, but the heaven for the demons that lurked within me.

I nearly lost control as my fingers glided up her thighs, inching higher and higher until they reach to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs
So fucking soft

Her flushed state, the frustration clear in her half closed eyes and that, soft unexpected whimper.... It was almost too much. My cock throbbed threatening to punch holes through my pants.

I pressed my body against her trying to find some relief for my painfully hard clothed cock .
Fuck

The urge to strip her down and fuck her like an beast was almost unbearable..

But I held back, my control hanging by a thread.

I couldn't afford to lose it, not now, not yet

The way she trembled under my touch, the way her breath hitched with every movement of my hand, only fueled the fire inside me .

"Esmery"

I murmmered, my voice rough with desire,

"You have no idea what you do to me."

I leaned in more closer, my breath hot against her ear, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. The primal need to claim her, to make her mine in every fucking way possible, raged through me again.
But I knew I should not.
It was a dangerous game.

Her vulnerability was in intoxicating, but it was her defiance that made me want to push her limits, to see just how far she could go before breaking.

Yet, I knew I was the only one who might end up shattered, torn by the very thing i carved.

But I couldn't afford to lose control. Alston Lancaster-her uncle, my enemy-had done me a favor, and now I was bound by that favor, by the contract we had both signed. I wasn't the kind of man who broke contracts, no matter how much I wanted to.

I pulled back, forcing myself to remember that my role was to protect , not to destroy. This was about returning a favor, not indulging in my desires. As much as I wanted her, I couldn't let my needs cloud my judgment. Not with the stakes this high.

All I needed was to focus on what I'd been zeroed in on for the past four fucking months.

Revenge.

Before Esmery walked into my life, I had one priority-handling the murder case of my best friend. It wasn't just a case to me; it was personal, a fire that burned in my veins every goddamn day. I had been deep in the trenches, every lead and every clue pulling me further into the underworld I knew too well. I had been ruthless, relentless, unyielding. And nothing-no one-was supposed to derail me from that.

But now, Esmery was here. And suddenly, my mind wasn't just occupied with the usual. There was a constant pull, a distraction I hadn't accounted for. Her presence was becoming an itch I couldn't scratch, a thought I couldn't shake. She was supposed to be a mere part of an arrangement-a way to settle an old debt. Yet, here she was, invading my thoughts, stoking a different kind of fire inside me.

I'd been too damn focused on avenging the one who had been closer than a brother, navigating every piece of the puzzle to find out who was responsible, who needed to bleed for it. I had no room for anything else. Not for the distraction of her honeyed voice or the sight of those damned eyes that seemed to look right through me.

And I needed to get my head back in the game. This was no time for lust, no time for distractions. I had to remember what was important. Focus on the blood that needed spilling.