I came to this backwater precinct as the outsider fixer, armored in precision and ice-cold control. One look at her changed that. The hot-tempered local with gravel in her voice and rebellion etched into every swaggering step. She spat defiance like venom, her badge a taunt against my authority. Rivals from the jump. I told myself the hate would fuel me. Keep the walls up.
But they locked us in that dim evidence locker together. Sweat hung thick in the air, file cabinets looming like silent witnesses. Her breath ghosted my neck during a reach for a box. One shove, and we collided. Bodies slamming against cold metal, her hands pinning mine, mouths crashing in a war that tasted like surrender. I clawed for dominance even as my thighs parted for her. God, the flicker of the bulb caught her eyes - wild, tender, ruined.
Days blurred into nights of forced alliance on a crumbling case. Her kitchen table became our battlefield next, flour dusting skin as limbs tangled under a lone bulb's merciless glow. She wrecked me there, fingers delving deep, voice rough with secrets she'd never admit. Hiding in the abandoned mill later, blood from a close call streaking us both, her whispers cracked my facade wide open. Vulnerability I'd starved for, now flooding in like poison.
This woman who could torch my career with one whisper to the small-town gossips. Endanger us both with her reckless loyalty. Shatter the detachment I've bled for. Every yielding inch pulls me deeper into her orbit, trust a blade's edge I crave even as it cuts. Hate-lust addiction, age and rank be damned. The real terror? If I walk away now, will the hollow control I reclaim feel like death?
A full-length sapphic dark age gap forced proximity rivals-to-lovers erotic romance featuring a control-obsessed investigator and her defiant rebel cop.
