The air in the VIP suite felt like it had been replaced with thick, electric static. Michael backed away until his heels hit the mahogany frame of the king-sized bed. He was a man trained to disarm gunmen and outrun killers, but he had no protocol for this.
"Madison, listen to my voice!" Michael commanded, his voice cracking with a rare flash of panic. "It’s the drug. Karen Green did this to you. You’re an officer of the law, damn it! Fight it!"
Madison didn't seem to hear him. She was moving with a fluid, predatory grace that was entirely alien to her. The robe slid further down, revealing the soft curve of her shoulder, then her hip. Her eyes were fixed on his, but they weren't seeing Michael—they were seeing a target, a fix, a desperate need.
"The law is so cold, Michael," she whispered, her voice a sultry, drugged-out rasp. "I don't want to be a cop right now. I want to be yours. I have to be yours. It’s the only way the burning stops."
She lunged.
She wasn't trying to punch him. She threw herself at him, her arms wrapping around his neck with terrifying strength. Michael grabbed her wrists, trying to pry her off, but she was like an octopus. She pressed her flushed, feverish body against his linen shirt, her lips grazing his jawline as she searched for his mouth.
"Madison, stop!" Michael grunted, grappling with her. He tumbled backward onto the bed, Madison pinning him down with a strength fueled by pure adrenaline and chemical obsession.
"I’m obeying, Michael," she whimpered, her teeth nipping at his earlobe. "Can't you feel it? I love you. I’ve always loved you. The drug just... it just let the secret out. Now let me in."
Michael’s heart was hammering against his ribs. Every instinct he had was screaming. He was a man, and Madison was beautiful, and the way she was looking at him was enough to melt stone. But he knew this wasn't her. This was a violation.
"You don't love me, you’re high!" Michael roared. He managed to flip them, pinning her wrists against the pillows. He was breathing as hard as she was. "You’re going to hate yourself in the morning, and I won't let that happen. Do you hear me? I’m your partner! I’m the one who protects you!"
Madison’s face contorted. For a second, her emerald eyes flickered back to life, filled with a sudden, sharp agony. "It hurts, Michael... it hurts so much... please... just break me..."
Her moment of clarity vanished as the "Lust-8" surged again. She bucked beneath him, her knee catching him in the ribs, sending him rolling off the bed. She scrambled after him, her robe completely discarded now, her nude form glowing under the dim suite lights.
Suddenly, the suite doors hissed open.
Three of Karen Green’s henchmen stood there, armed with stun-batons. They weren't there to join in; they were there to watch the "Perfect Cop" fail before they finished him off.
"Looks like the Detective is having trouble with his partner," the lead guard mocked, his baton crackling with blue electricity.
Michael stood up, his shirt torn, his face flushed. He looked at the guards, then at Madison, who was crouched on the floor, her fingers raking through the carpet, her eyes locked on him with that terrifying, hungry smile.
"You," Michael growled at the guards, his voice dropping into a register of pure, lethal promise. "You gave her this. You turned her into this."
He didn't wait. Michael didn't have a gun, but he had rage. He intercepted the first guard, grabbing the stun-baton arm and snapping the wrist with a sickening pop. He used the crackling weapon to jolt the second guard in the neck, sending him into a seizing heap.
But as he turned to the third, Madison—driven by the command to "break" him—leaped onto his back. She wasn't helping the guards; she was trying to get to Michael, her hands fumbling for his belt, her mouth pressed against his neck even as he traded blows with the final henchman.
"Madison! Not now!" Michael yelled, spinning in a circle to keep his balance while the guard swung at his head.
He was fighting a war on two fronts: a physical battle with a killer, and a psychological battle with the woman he realized, with a sinking heart, he might actually love back.
"Obey..." Madison whispered into his ear, her voice a haunting echo of Karen Green's command. "Just... obey..."
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