Chapter 12
12
EVELINA
I sagged against Kane's big body and just breathed through the pleasure that still coursed through me from my orgasm.
Between my thighs was a sticky mess of my arousal and his cum, reminding me what a slut I was for him.
I didn’t know where we—this—would go after what we’d just done, but his words about having no intention of letting me go echoed in my head.
The knock on the door came loud and sharp, reverberating through the walls. I froze, my body tense as I slowly straightened and looked toward the foyer. I couldn't see the front door from this angle, but I just knew it was the police again.
No one ever came this far out to my place, and with them having already been here not that long ago, it was clear they probably suspected I lied and wasn’t really alone. Why they hadn't busted in my door already made no sense, but I knew what had to be done.
Kane had to hide, whether it was somewhere here or by going out the back and disappearing into the woods to let the storm cover his path.
We locked eyes for a second, and then I was off him and gathering my clothes. I felt his hot seed dripping down my inner thighs, and the sound of Kane growling told me he saw his cum slide out of my cunt and trail down my inner thighs.
The knock at the door sounded again, harder this time. But before I could get dressed, Kane grabbed my wrist, tugged me forward, and lifted my leg to rest my foot on his thigh. And then, because he was a nasty bastard, he leaned in and dragged his tongue up the inside of my leg and through my slit to lick up his jizz.
I started getting turned on again at the sight of him lapping up his own mess.
“I have to get the door before they burst in here.”
He grunted, gave one more lick, and let me finish getting dressed. One more hard knock had my heart pounding, the sound filling my ears like a drumbeat as I moved to the door.
After taking a deep, steadying breath, I opened it. Two officers stood on the porch, their faces grim, the storm whipping around them. They held themselves differently now. Sterner. Almost angry as they looked at me with narrowed eyes, searching behind me as if they expected to see someone hiding in the shadows.
The taller, thicker one set his jaw as he stared at me. “Ma’am,” he said, his tone clipped and not at all pleasant like it had been before. “Just wanted to come back and check on you. The weather is getting worse.”
I cleared my throat and forced a smile.
The younger officer searched my face, his eyes narrowing. “Are you okay? You’ve got blood on you.” He tipped his chin toward my face.
I placed my hand on my mouth, knowing if there was blood on my face, it was probably smeared there from when I licked at the wound I’d given Kane and the small cut on my bottom lip when I bit it too hard. “I’m fine. Just had an accident in the kitchen. I’m okay.”
He frowned and glanced at the older officer. I knew I was a pretty good liar. I had to be in order to get away with murdering my father. But these men were already suspicious, so they didn't believe anything I said.
The older officer had his hand hovering near the gun on his hip. “Can we come in, ma’am?”
My stomach twisted, but I kept my expression steady. “I’m actually about to head to bed, or I would invite you in.”
The older officer took a step closer, his boots sounding heavy on the wooden porch. “Respectfully, we’re going to need to come inside.”
I gripped the edge of the door and gave a tight smile. “I’m sorry, officer, but I have to decline.”
“We know you’re not alone,” the younger cop said, stepping forward and crowding me.
“Can you back up, please?” I spit out and closed the door a little bit, but the older man put his boot in the doorway, stopping me from shutting it all the way.
“If you’re harboring him,” the other one said, low enough only I heard, “and if he’s forcing you to keep him here, just open the door, and we’ll take care of it.”
I shook my head, gripping the edge of the door. “Everything is fine.”
The younger officer leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “Probable cause gives us every right to enter. Blood on your face,” he said and gestured toward my face. “We know there is a dangerous fugitive in the area, and your refusal to cooperate? That’s enough for us.”
When I didn’t say anything, the older cop exchanged a glance with his partner. “Step aside, ma’am. We’re coming in.”
“I said no,” I stated firmly.
The younger officer’s nostrils flared, his face showing he was becoming annoyed with me. “Open the door. This is the last time we’re asking.”
Before I could respond, he shoved the door open with his shoulder hard enough it slammed into my arm, pushing me backward and causing pain to bloom through my body as I fell on my ass.
The officers stepped inside, the storm blowing in too before they closed it. Their weapons were already drawn, as they were at the ready and scanning the interior.
“Kane Richter!” the older officer shouted. “We know you’re here. Come out now, or we’ll?—”
They didn’t get a chance to finish their sentences.
Kane emerged from around the corner, his frame big and looming, his whole demeanor so calm and collected that it was… frightening.
“Freeze!” the cops shouted. “Hands where we can see them.”
Kane didn’t say a word. Didn’t hesitate in his stride. He glanced at me, his nostrils flaring, the anger in him tangible as he saw me on the ground. He looked at the officers, not even fazed that they had their guns pointed at him.
“Backup will be here any minute,” the younger one said.
I knew that was a lie. Cell service up here was sketchy at best, but with the storm, it was nonexistent. You’d need a satellite phone or some kind of CB or Ham radio.
But none of this affected Kane. He was like a mountain as he stood there, his chest rising and falling evenly as he sized up the other men. And then he moved like a beast unleashed, closing the distance between them in an instant.
The younger officer barely had time to react before Kane grabbed his wrist, then twisted it with almost laughable ease. The sound of the bones breaking filled the foyer with a disgusting snap .
The older cop shouted, and I heard a gunshot ring out.
Kane growled and backhanded him, dislodging the gun so it slid across the floor and over to me. I grabbed it immediately.
The younger officer’s weapon finally clattered to the floor, as he was unable to keep hold of it with his broken wrist. At the same time, Kane slammed him into the wall, the man’s head connecting with a brutal thunk . Blood spattered across the white paint as—at the very least—his scalp opened. He slumped, unconscious now, and slid to the floor.
The older officer was still shouting, but his words were jumbled, the sound of my pulse pounding in my ears. The man had another weapon, and before I could blink, he fired a shot at Kane. He lunged, the bullet grazing his arm but doing nothing to stop his momentum. He tackled the officer to the ground, his hands wrapping around the man’s throat.
The cop kicked and struggled, but Kane’s grip was unrelenting, his strength inhuman, as he leaned forward and put his face close to the other man’s, staring into his eyes.
I watched, frozen with shock and… horror? Or was it something else? Was it… arousal?
I stared at Kane as he pressed his thumbs into the officer’s windpipe hard enough that the man’s eyes popped wide open, and he clawed at Kane's hands. A gurgling sound filled the room as the cop tried to stay alive. And then there was a sharp, wet crack as Kane crushed the man’s throat and then twisted his neck, breaking bones.
But Kane wasn’t done. He got off the officer, moved toward the younger man, and jabbed his thumbs into his eye sockets, the digits sinking deep into his skull. Blood sprayed across Kane’s face and neck, and the whole time, he was grinning.
To make sure both men were dead, Kane grabbed the gun off the floor, pointed it at the younger officer first, and put a bullet in his skull. And then he did the same to the other one.
Kane slowly turned to me, his chest heaving, his body slick with blood.
He looked wild.
Feral.
Crazed.
For a moment, he just stared at me. It was clear this man was a monster, covered in the gore of the men he just brutally slaughtered.
But I wasn’t afraid.
I was turned on.
He stepped toward me, but I didn’t retreat, didn’t scramble backward in my position still on the floor. Didn’t speak. I just stared up at him, my breath shallow, my chest tight. And my pussy wet.
He squatted in front of me, his forearms braced on his thighs, his bloody hands hanging over his knees and dripping that red, viscous fluid onto the hardwood floor between us.
“How scared of me are you right now?” he asked low, his voice impossibly deep.
I shook my head, not sure how to find the words to tell him I wasn’t at all.
He searched my face. Then his lips crooked up in a slight smile. A dark one. “No, you’re not afraid. I think, Evelina… I think you’re truly as dark as me, and your switch is good and flipped.”
I didn’t answer, not with words. Instead, I reached for him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, and pulled him toward me hard. He allowed me to move him—there was no way I could unless he gave in—and had his lips pressed to mine, when I said, “Fuck me again, Kane. Fuck my cunt here and now.”
His breathing changed then. It became frantic as he stared into my eyes. His smile turned darker, widened, and I knew he’d give me what I wanted.
I wanted to be fucked amongst the chaos.
I wanted to be fucked by this man in all the blood he himself had spilled, and I never wanted to look back at the weak woman I used to be.