Detained (Beneath the Mask, #4)

by Luna Mason

“No. We’re done. Enjoy the time you have left with your family, because I will end it.”

I will hold on to this searing pain and use it for my revenge.

My feet stop moving when Frankie swivels in his seat to face me. His icy gray eyes burn into mine.

Okay. This part of my investigation I appear to have brushed over. I’ve always kept my distance when keeping tabs on these men. I’ve missed one key detail. The fact this man is drop dead gorgeous.

Oooooooo... This shall be good.

Sitting at that table, handcuffed in a navy suit, is probably the sexiest guy I’ve laid eyes on. His dark chestnut hair is slicked back, and a tidy beard frames his chiseled jaw. With that moody, yet mysterious, look in his eye that tells me he could fuck me seven ways to Sunday.

Let him. Lol

The way she says my last name has my cock twitching, imagining the way she would moan out “sir”. I shake my head to try and free myself of the image.

It’s not often I get the opportunity to rile a woman up like this. I’m used to them doing exactly what I say. Zara is a new kind of game.

I want to fuck with her. I like a challenge. Ideally, I want this detective on my side. But, it’s not a necessity.

“I slit that bitch's throat and let her bleed out on the concrete. I laughed as I watched her take her last breath. And I will do the same to anyone who gets in my way.”

Bold on telling her that.

I step back, despite my body not wanting to. I want to bend her over the table and spank her for speaking to me like this. I could fuck this defiance out of her in no time.

I stop on the picture that holds my attention. She’s unlike any other woman I’ve been with. She has a dark side, a rebellious side.

If she wants to be my enemy, I need to know every single thing about her.

Oh this shall be very very interesting.

“Zara, Zara, Zara. What am I going to do with you?” His eyes focus on my lips.

This taunting reminds me of a tv show.

“Don’t fight me, detective. It will only make me harder for you. And that’s the last thing either of us needs.”

The pure fire in Frankie’s eyes greets me when I look back at him. I can’t focus on the other women. He is all I see.

I want the man who's staring at me like he’s torn between strangling me and fucking me until I can’t walk.

The way she’s eye fucking me and biting that plump bottom lip tells me she’s not picturing anyone other than me doing that to her. I lick my lips and fire flashes in her eyes. She needs more. She’s desperate for it.

Fuck, I want her.

I can almost feel the conflict happening inside her brain. She wants to finish. She hates herself for wanting me, but she’s so turned on right now.

“I’ll warn you once. The next time we’re in the same room together, I will fuck you, Zara. I will ruin you for any other man. I’ve let you have your fun.”

Damn thats hot.

“I’d be pretty pissed if my girlfriend got herself off imagining another man fucking her.”

“Yes. Really. I came thinking about you tied up on my bed, your red ass up in the air as I fuck that little tight hole of yours as you beg me to let you finish.” I gulp, snapping my lips together. That image forever engrained firmly in my mind. “Quite the picture, isn’t it?” He tips his head to the side, his warm breath hitting against my jaw.

Grayson raises an eyebrow at him. I can sense the tension from here. I won’t be encouraging Keller to step back like Luca did. He’s a grown ass man. If he wants in, he’s in. I won’t say no to a trained killer being on my side. It will be good for Jax and Kai to learn from him.

My eyes flick back to Frankie, who is next to the container closer to the docks. The way he commands his men, and the way they respect him, fascinates me.

The sickening realization dawns on me. He is saving them from my dad.

Protect myself first. That’s what my dad always taught me.

“I’ve never had a stalker before. I’ve become quite accustomed to it. I can’t have you dying on me.”

She has guts and the potential to be a lot more than what she is.

Her feelings for me, whatever they may be. You don’t jump in front of someone unless you don’t want them to get hurt.

This confirms exactly what I thought. I can definitely use this woman. She is so distracted by me, she doesn’t realize I have her cuffs until they snap over her right wrist. “What the fuck?” she hisses at me. “I think you are the one under arrest, baby,” I mutter against her throat. Her body goes stiff against me. I clasp the other link over my own wrist. She yanks it, pinching my skin.

I yank her towards me so her body slams into my side. She relaxes against my touch. My voice drops as my lips brush the lobe of her ear. “We are more alike than you think, detective.”

“It’s your life against theirs. You always put yourself first. There are no second chances. Remember that next time,” I

I can’t follow Frankie anymore. He gave me his warning and I believe him. I also know he doesn’t want to kill me. Whatever this weird pull is between us, he feels it, too.

And we’re both fighting it.

He might be dangerous, brutal, and the most powerful man in the city. I’m not frightened of him. I am scared of the man behind this door. Frankie doesn’t hide the m...

“If I go down, you’re coming with me. Just remember that,” I snarl.

She intrigues me because she isn’t scared of me.

Mine. Zara is mine. Whether she likes it or not.

I want to know what it feels like. To see if this is really what I crave. Because I can’t live my life thinking about him like this.

“You mean you want to be spanked over your father’s desk for disobeying me? Is that what you need?”

“Fucking soaked, all for me.”

“Fuck, the way you say my name, angel.”

This is on my terms. It is always on my terms.

“A good girl dressed as the devil,”

“Who. The. Fuck. Did. This. To. You?” I grit out through clenched teeth.

There is no maybe. I will be coming back for my woman as soon as I deal with this shitshow.

Zara is mine.

She was made for me, and there is nothing stopping me from going after what I want. There are very few things I live with regret over. Leila, Rosa, Eva, and not killing Romano sooner. There is one more to add to that short list. Not letting Zara come on my cock.

His gaze flicks down to my arm and back up to me, a spark of desire now muddled with anger. Just how I like him.

There is no fear on his face. He’s looking at me like he wants to punish me, in all the best possible ways.