Chapter 29
Atreus
I thrust the gun deep inside her and pull out only to thrust back in, using it as a toy exactly the same way she fucked me, and I don’t care how corrupt it makes me.
“Fuck,” she murmurs, biting her lip.
“So close already?” I run my tongue through her slickness and revel at the sight of her slowly breaking down in the chains I put her in.
I will make this woman bend to me, whether she wants to or not.
I don’t care how many times I have to circle my tongue around that delectable pussy or how wet she’s making my gun as I thrust it up inside her faster and faster.
“You want to be a fuckbunny? Then be a good little fuckbunny and take my gun deeper.”
I push farther until the entire barrel is coated with her wetness.
She begins to gush so much that even my mouth begins to water at the taste of her.
“Give me what I’m owed, woman,” I growl.
“Fuck. You,” she says between heavy breaths.
But her throbbing clit tells me all I need to know.
“You’re going to come all over my gun,” I groan, “and when you do, you will be moaning out to God to save you from my wrath.”
“Fuck!” she moans, pushing her own damn hips further into my face.
I grin against her most sensitive spot and suck on it until she finally explodes all over my gun and my tongue.
And fuck me, it’s the greatest aphrodisiac known to man.
Still, I keep circling her clit.
“Good job, bunny. Now we’re finally getting somewhere.”
“You’re not a fucking agent of the law,” she says, sucking in ragged breaths. “No cop can lick pussy this well.”
I chuckle. “You’ve never fucked a proper cop then.”
“I knew you were a devious one,” she says, the sparkle in her eyes making me do a double take.
“How so?”
“So high and mighty on that TV broadcast, talking about justice, when all you ever wanted was power. Power cops can only ever dream of.”
I pull the gun from her slit and watch the o-shape form on her mouth again, so I scoot the chair back, stand, and shove it into her mouth.
“You think power drives me?” I grit. “It’s evil. Evil that must be eradicated from this world, no matter the price.”
Her tongue twists around the metal, her face emotionless, unafraid. As if she welcomes death itself like it would be a final cure to her debauchery.
She’s a disease.
A disease I’ve so happily let myself become infected with.
And my cock throbs at the sight of her licking her own juices right off the barrel of my own damn gun.
I pull it out of her mouth, staring at her greedy lips and the wetness coating the metal. She’s turned it into an abomination.
“So willing to sacrifice all that it takes,” she mumbles. “Are you really willing to pay the price if you knew it came at the cost of your sanity?”
My nostrils flare, and I grab her wrists and get up in her face. “On. Your. Knees.”
She defiantly stares right back at me. “Make me.”
“I don’t have to.” My lip twitches up into a brief smile. “You will do it out of your own volition, because you know I will get both your boy toys today if you don’t.”
“Do not fucking touch them,” she hisses through her teeth.
I tilt my head. “If you do exactly what I want you to.”
“Then you will stop chasing them. Leave them out of your investigation. Drop all charges, get rid of any information you have on them.”
“Deal,” I retort.
The killer I’m looking for is going to be unmasked soon enough anyway, with or without my interference. And I’m pretty sure I know what the fuck I’m looking for.
Her eyes glimmer with brutality. “If you don’t hold up your end … I will find you. And I will make it hurt every lasting second while I skin you alive.”
Fuck.
My pants tent from the sheer violence she exudes.
She grinds her teeth for a second before she finally sinks to her knees.
As she fucking should.
I’m done playing games.
She wanted to toy with me, so I’ll give her every inch of degradation she forced onto me.
I zip down and pull out my pierced cock, her eyes immediately homing in on the reverse Prince Albert glinting in the dark.
“Open those pretty red lips, bunny,” I say, pushing down on her chin. “And show me how deep down the rabbit hole you can take me.”
Before she can take another breath, I thrust into her mouth and watch her eyes widen as I force it into the back of her throat.
“How does it feel to be fucked while tied up?” I ask, pulling out, only to thrust right back in again. “To lose all control, all will to fight?”
Every time she jerks the chains, I go a little deeper just to punish her for trying.
I know the fire in her is strong, but I can take her fucking burning singe, and I’ll make it my fucking own.
I pull out briefly and plow back in beyond her uvula, listening to her gag along the way, and a devious smile spreads on my lips.
I grab a fistful of her hair. “Not so fucking smart-mouthed now, are you?”
Loathing fills her eyes, and it only makes me want to fuck her harder.
Good.
I want my little stalker to know what it feels like to be left to another’s mercy. She thought she could just walk into my life and not learn to regret it.
I will make her see the error of her ways with my pierced cock lodged firmly in her throat.
She coughs and heaves when I pull out again, and mumbles, “Fuck you.”
“You wanted me, remember?” My eyes narrow. “Then take all I have to fucking give you.”
“I’ve taken far—”
I interrupt her with a thrust, not giving a shit what she has to say, because I’m sure it’s all insults to twist my mind into believing her lies. But I’m not one of her other whimpering cowards she spins around her finger. She chose to stalk me for a reason, and this is it.
She’s addicted to the power. The thrill of possibly losing it all.
So I will take everything from her and more.
“You think you’ll survive this, bunny?” I growl, thrusting in and out of her mouth. “After what you did to me, leaving me on that chair?” I grit.
I go deeper and deeper, forcing her to take me all the way.
But her eyes. Damn those burning eyes are a flame that never dies out, not even in the face of death.
Fuck.
I’ve never witnessed such perseverance. I can’t look away, no matter how hard I try.
No matter how hard I tell myself I shouldn’t drown in those spiteful eyes that have been haunting me since the first time I laid eyes on them.
It’s driving me insane.
Deeper.
Deeper.
Faster.
A glimmer of something beyond the threshold lies within her eyes.
It’s just within reach, but so far out of my grasp I can barely take it.
I need this.
I need this so I can fucking move on and never think of her again.
That glimmer of anguish in her eyes…
I’m fucking it out of my system.
God, I want to fucking drown in this woman.
Fuck.
I pull out for a moment, and she sucks in the air like she was nearly ready to see God and repent.
“Jesus,” she groans. “Fucking animal.”
“I’ll fuck you like one too if you don’t fucking behave.”
“I’m already chained up and sucking your dick. What else do you want, Foley?”
“I want you to repent, stalker,” I growl.
“Says the fucker who wants to shoot his cum down my throat.”
My nostrils flare, and my eye twitches from her obvious taunts.
But my cock is so goddamn hungry for retribution that it keeps on bobbing up and down, keeps twitching to be back where it belongs.
Inside her.
“You’re losing yourself, aren’t you?” she says, a wicked smile marring her face.
I grab her throat, push her head up, and force her to look at me. “I didn’t say you could speak.”
My fingers lace around her neck, breaths completely disheveled.
“You used me for your own pleasure. This is mine.”
She’s not the one in a chokehold. It’s me.
My thumb presses on her lips, taking in every curve, every ridge, and I spread her saliva all over her face, admiring how beautifully fucked up I’ve made her look.
I’m fucking obsessed with her, and I hate it. I hate how she’s managed to snake her way into my mind without my permission, how that pussy and that mouth have made me yearn for something I shouldn’t ever crave.
How am I supposed to stop?
How do I fucking stop what she set in motion when I don’t want it to fucking stop?
“Go on then,” she taunts. “Do it. Go all the way, Foley.”
A test from a devil in disguise, luring me down the path to hell.
My morals will not survive.
I part her lips and watch my hard-on slip down that tongue, marveling at the way she scrapes her teeth along out of pure spite.
Hatred.
Hatred runs so deep that I don’t know when it turned into admiration, and then into complete and utter obsession.
This woman is my undoing.
She’s managed to twist me into a vile, indignant creature searching for the next hit just to get even. A sickening criminal just like the men I regularly put away.
Yet I refuse to quit.
Not now, not when I’ve come so far, when I’m in so deep I can smell her desire from all the way up here.
She wants this.
I grab a fistful of her hair and tilt her head back, then force her to swallow me deeper.
I thrust and thrust, deepening each stroke until her saliva coats my shaft, and I pull out to swipe my hard-on all over her face.
“How do you like being used?” I groan. “To be turned into a mess of your own making?”
“C’mon then, show me what you’ve got,” she retorts.
She thinks she can take it?
Fine.
I shove back in all the way to the base and then pinch her nose so she can’t do anything else but swallow.
“Such a good fucking whore,” I groan as I grip the back of her head tightly. “Now swallow my cum.”
Roaring, I come deep down in her throat, not giving a shit if it’s right or wrong.
And I stay there, for as long as I need, while the orgasm continues, and I force her head to stay. She jerks the chains, but it doesn’t matter to me. She will do what I want, just like she forced me to do what she wanted.
Quid pro quo.
Her eyes slowly roll into the back of her head, and when she’s on the verge of passing out, I finally pull out to allow her the breath she so desperately seeks.
She coughs and heaves, with dribbles of cum running down her lips. A wicked smile forms on my face as I grip her chin and force her to look up at me. “This is what you wanted, remember? Does my cum taste good, bunny?” I grit.
She spits onto my pants, and I laugh it off as I release her. “You should be grateful I don’t fuck you right here where you stand as retribution. Payback was mild.”
I zip up again while she keeps sucking in the oxygen like I’ve left her in complete shambles.
Good. She thought she could tame me, but I’m the sword of Damocles come to wreak havoc. My indignation will not be tamed.
This is on her. This is what she wanted. What she deserves.
I take a few steps back and admire the degradation I made her succumb to, just like she forced me to endure. But the way she looks at me, with that glimmer still burning bright red in her eyes, makes me swallow hard.
Fuck. That fire will never leave her.
“So what now?” she asks. “Are you just gonna leave me tied up here?”
I rub my fingers through my hair, nostrils flaring. “You deserve nothing less.”
A devilish smile tips up her lips, catching me off guard. “Who would have thought that Detective Foley is just like me?” She giggles louder and louder, and it unnerves me so much that I keep stepping backward, and I grab everything I own and march off toward the door, while she yells after me.
“You can leave me here to rot, but I will never leave your mind, Foley. I’ve already invaded it. You’re mine.”
She keeps laughing, even as I close the door and waltz out of the building to get as far away from that demon woman as I possibly can before the single thread that holds my morals together breaks.
Because fuck me, I am nearly ready to run right back in there and fuck her straight into the fucking concrete walls of this building until we both become part of its bloody history.
But I must stay on course. I’ll do as we agreed, but I won’t stop hunting for the truth.
One way or another, these criminals are going to jail, and I will be the one to put them there.
Sunny
I stare at the concrete in front of me, my mouth still tasting like an afterthought of him.
Guess I got what I had coming for me.
Then again, I never expected Detective Foley to actually have the balls to use me like some fuck doll just out of spite, only to discard me after.
That man has far darker tendencies than he lets on. The outside world may not know of his depravity, but I do, which makes it all the more special for me.
I smile, then glance up at the cuffs keeping me in place.
Now what am I going to do about this, though?
He just sauntered off and left me here all by myself, just like I did to him. I’m impressed. I didn’t think he had the balls to do it. I jerk on the cuffs, but it’s no use. Of course, he chose this goddamn spot to tie me up.
Guess there’s only one option left. I kick off my boot and grab it with my other foot to turn it around far enough so that my emergency cell phone, which I’ve been using to find all my targets, drops out. I’m so glad Detective Foley didn’t manage to find this.
I open the screen with my toe and sift through all my contacts, where, all the way at the bottom, it says Xavier Caruso. It dials for just one second before he picks up.
“Sunny?”
Of course, he knows it’s me. After all, he went snooping through all of my stuff, like an obsessive little sub.
“Do you know how to track phones?” I ask him.
“Are you in trouble?” he asks.
“Maybe.”
“I heard Felix was pissed off that Foley came to his office again. Don’t tell me it has something to do with you, please.”
I can hear his worried sigh on the other end of the line, and I roll my eyes. It’s so pathetic, it’s cute.
“I’m at the same warehouse where you were snooping on me. Come find me.”
“Of course, right away, ma’am.”
Such a proper gentleman. “Oh, and bring a saw. One that cuts through metal.”
“A saw?” His voice fluctuates in tone.
“Just do as I say, pup.”
He gulps. “Yes, ma’am, of course.”
“And if you don’t have one, ask Orion. TTYL.”
I turn off the convo.
Maybe these two subby boys of mine do come in handy. I mean, what’s a girl gonna do when she’s trapped in a warehouse? Call on her two little pets and demand their assistance before either of them freaks out because she’s missing.
I smirk to myself.
But if sucking dick was all it took to keep me out of prison and my boys safe, I got off easy.