Chapter 18 #2
“PWEAASS,” I groan out loud through the face mask.
She grins against my skin. “Good boy.”
I hate it. I fucking hate it with the fire of a thousand suns.
Until she places the most sinful kiss right underneath my ear, then sinks on top of me.
Fuck, my heart is palpitating, my legs practically thrusting into her as she settles onto my pierced cock. But she puts her claws into my chest, and it forces me back down.
“Not so fast, little detective,” she says.
Little detective?
My eyes begin to twitch.
But fuck, the way she’s riding me is making my fucking toes curl in my boots.
Fuck this fucking woman and her fanged pussy.
She moans as she takes it down all the way to the base before lifting her hips and flopping down onto my lap again. She’s helping herself on my dick, and there’s nothing I can do about it, absolutely fucking nothing at all, and the helplessness is completely unlike me.
“You don’t know how to feel, do you?” she muses. “You’re so used to being in control, you have no clue what to do when you aren’t. But I’ll teach you how to be a good listener.”
Teach me? The fuck she will. There’s no world in which she will ever control me.
She may have me subdued, but once I’m out of these restraints, justice will be served swiftly and mercilessly.
“The more you obey, the better the fuck,” she whispers into my ear as she plows down onto my hard-on. Fuck, it’s so hard to stop the moans from rolling through my chest.
She giggles against my neck. “See? You’re enjoying it already.”
Fuck her and that fucking desire she flooded into my body.
My dick currently has a will of its own, and I despise how I can’t stop it from throbbing, wanting more of whatever fucked-up thing she’s doing to me.
Saliva builds in my mouth from the taste of her dripping down into my throat, and I can’t even swallow it down because of that damn thing she just rode being stuck between my teeth.
All I can do is moan along to her rhythmic pounding on top of me, while her walls contract around my shaft.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come again,” she moans, rolling her hips around until I finally feel her explode right on top of me, the orgasmic waves nearly milking me. Tasting her while being fucked has forced the arousal to build up to heights I’ve never known before.
Fuck. I can’t hold it.
My head tilts back in an effort to deny her the right to see me come undone, but I can’t fucking fight it off any longer.
“No, don’t fucking hide, let me see you destroyed,” she says.
She rips the face mask off from behind my head and pulls out the dildo, and I attempt to swallow, only to be swallowed up by a soul-crushing kiss.
Her lips are tantalizingly hot on mine, tongue dipping in to roll around mine, and I’m so overwhelmed by the sudden affection that my desire peaks and I come undone, groaning right into her mouth.
My cum jets out in uncontrollable bursts as she straddles me, my hips thrusting along with her as if greedy for more until I’m completely spent, and for a moment I almost—almost—want it to last.
When it’s over, her mouth unlatches from mine.
“You came for me. Well done, Officer.”
A smirk so devilish spreads on her face that it makes me want to grab her and pound her against the wall just to show her who’s in charge.
“Fuck you,” I growl as she lifts herself off me.
She chuckles. “Already done.”
Fuck that snooty girl.
I scoot forward in the chair, annoyed as hell that she made me do this. She degraded me and used me like some goddamn sex toy, and I couldn’t even stop myself from fucking wanting it.
Fuck.
“Release me!” I growl.
She casually flops the dildo back into the bag and seals her zipper back into place as if nothing ever happened.
“You really need to learn some manners, Atreus,” she says.
“It’s Foley for you, goddammit!”
“And it’s Miss or Mistress for you.” She winks.
Suddenly, my phone begins to ring, and we both home in on the light shining from the bathroom where I left my jacket. Our eyes find each other again, and my eye twitch is back.
“Don’t you dare—”
She bolts toward the phone and snatches it right out from my pocket, holding it up to inspect the number.
“Give it to me. Now,” I bark.
“Why would I, when we can just wait for the voicemail?”
“That’s not for you. That’s my work phone,” I growl.
“All the more interesting …”
“You got what you wanted, now give me the information you said you had,” I tell her, and I jerk on the straps. “And free me.”
“And give you the chance to arrest me? I don’t think so.”
She waits until the phone stops buzzing, then goes to my back and grabs my wrist.
“This is illegal, and you know it,” I tell her, but she completely ignores me and uses my thumb to unlock the main screen.
“I’m way too invested in all of this,” she says, as she gets up again and swipes through my phone like it’s her plaything too. “Interesting. Let’s play it back.”
She opens the voicemail tab on my phone and presses the Play button on the message.
“Hi, Atreus, this is Mark from the bureau. I wanted to call because it’s important, but you’re not picking up.
Please call me as soon as you can. The officers stationed on Spine Ridge U campus caught suspicious movement near the rose maze at nine p.m. Screams were audible.
An officer who was stationed there is also missing, Bob Eizenheimer. ”
My eyes widen.
Shit.
Someone’s targeting my officers.
My eyes skitter from the clock to the face of the woman in front of me, who looks just as flabbergasted as I am.
Nine p.m. was just ten minutes ago, so there’s no way it could’ve been her.
“Anyway, please call back.”
The call ends.
The killer is on the loose, probably murdering Bob as we speak, and it isn’t her.
Who is this woman?
The phone drops from her hand onto the small cabinet in front of my couch.
“Get me out of here, right now,” I bark at her.
But she keeps shaking her head, all confused like she can’t believe what’s going on.
“I gotta go.” She grabs the rest of her things and tucks them into the bag again, including the knife stuck next to my head.
Then she turns around, picks up her leather jacket along with her bag, and bolts off.
“Hey! You can’t just leave me here like this!” I yell. “You haven’t even told me what you promised you would!”
But as I scoot forward, I can hear the balcony doors in my bedroom open.
“Sorry, we have to make it a rain check. TTYL. Hope you had as much fun as I did. See you next time.”
“Next time?!” I bark.
THWACK!
The doors are shut, along with my only possibility of escaping these zip ties.
That motherfucking woman…
Is going to beg she never crossed paths with me.