Chapter 28 #2
He bites down on my thigh, and I moan out loud.
“Bastard,” I hiss. “That will cost you your tongue.”
“After all the writhing you did on my lap,” he groans, licking up my blood. “The blood of my stalker tastes so damn good, why would I waste that?”
“I will rip it out and turn it into an ornament I can fuck on my nightstand,” I bark.
But it doesn’t seem to faze him even a little. “So violent. Yet you were the one who came to me, wanting to fuck my thick, hard cock until you came.”
I attempt to kick him away, but his firm grip prevents me from overtaking him.
Suddenly, he pulls out a gun and casually plays with it while drawing lines across my legs with his lips.
Fuck, he’s got me pinned right where he wants me.
His eyes flutter up to mine from underneath his lashes. “Now you will repay me for tying me to that chair … but I will decide how.”
“Aren’t you going to arrest me?” I ask, my eyes darting between his and the gun.
His lips glide closer to my skirt, leaving a trail of saliva in their wake. “Perhaps. If you don’t satisfy my thirst for knowledge …”
“Knowledge …” I repeat as he presses a kiss right beside my pussy.
The grin on his face grows wider when the goose bumps begin to scatter on my skin.
His breath fans against my skin. “If you won’t tell me what I want to know, I’ll make you. Now keep your leg right there.”
His fingers unfurl from my leg, only to slip into my panties and push them aside. He licks his lips before diving in, and I gasp in shock as he sits there right in front of me, licking me off like it’s the most normal thing in the world to do for a cop.
I jerk the cuffs in an effort to fight him off, but he pushes the gun into my belly and says, “Don’t even try.”
Fuck him.
I snort. “And I thought you were all about the law.”
His tongue drags a line up and down my slit, and I nearly pray to the fucking gods themselves.
“Rules are meant to be broken.”
I can’t have an officer like him treating me like I’m his fucking toy.
I’m the girl people fawn over. I’m the woman who makes men drop to their knees. I’m the one they worship.
Yet the way he swivels his tongue around, circling my wetness with such greed, makes me feral.
Fuck.
When I attempt to move away, he grips my ass tightly. “Stay still,” he growls into me, lapping me up.
And fuck, it nearly makes me want to slice his throat with the single leftover knife in my boot.
If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s got skills, and killing him would be such a waste of a damn good pussy licker.
Atreus
The first taste has me writhing, and every swipe I add is another sinful one that makes me question all the goddamn morals I’ve shaped my entire fucking life around.
But to fight a sinner, one must become the sinner, and if I can’t defeat this evil with justice, then I will fucking join it and bring it down.
This woman has been taunting me from the moment I found her in the woods, and neither of us has been able to let go.
There’s a reason she was out there, and there’s a reason she stalked me. I will find out exactly why and how she’s connected to all of it, no matter how deep I have to sink, or how far I have to go.
Fuck the rules. Fuck decorum.
An agent of the law is no agent if there is no fucking law, and these heathens have existed outside of it for all these fucking years, her included.
Maybe it’s about time I joined her.
My tongue glides between her pussy lips, circling her wet opening until she begins to shiver in place.
She’s already so goddamn wet for me, it’s like she thrives on the violence and the idea of mutual heinous thoughts.
Every time I look up, her skin glows redder just a tad more, and it brings a fucked-up smile to my face.
“Well, well, I guess even coldhearted killers can be made to moan.”
“Fuck you, you will be the one moaning for me, begging for forgiveness,” I growl back.
“Then make me,” I say, glancing up into her eyes, which begin to burn with a ferocity that makes even my heart throb in my throat.
The rage in this woman is beyond anything I’ve ever seen.
Monstrous.
And so damn enticing.
Any cop would tell me I’m making a grievous mistake, that I should stop immediately and erase all evidence of my transgression, so I can still follow the crumbs she left behind that’ll lead me to the killer.
But fuck me, this pussy is fucking divine.
I can’t stop.
I refuse.
This pussy is mine to punish, mine to claim, and I will make it pay for taking what wasn’t hers to take.
“How does it feel to get a dose of your own medicine?” I murmur against her skin.
“Does my tongue make your knees weak?” I spread her wetness all over.
“Does being tied up and used make you lose control over your morals, your dignity, your fucking arousal?” I groan, licking her faster and faster.
“Does my invasion make you want to kill me?”
“Yes,” she hisses.
“Good. Keep that energy for when I fuck your throat next.”
“What?” she balks, but a single swipe of my tongue interrupts her train of thought with a moan.
When she jerks the cuffs again, I push the gun into her skin and say, “Try me. See where you end up.”
“You wouldn’t kill me,” she hisses. “You’re a cop. You’re bound by an oath.”
“I’m bound by nothing but my honor, which you fucking stole from me, and I’m here to claim it back,” I growl, lapping her up like there’s no tomorrow.
I slide the gun down her body and use it to shove her panties farther aside, ripping them at the seam. She yelps when I press the cold metal against her pussy lips.
“You think I can’t go as far as you down the rabbit hole, little miss rabbit? You think you’re the only one capable of depravity?”
I slowly push the gun into her wetness, and her jaw drops.
“You assumed I wouldn’t be able to destroy my own morals to get what I want,” I say, pushing farther and farther, until the gun is completely inside her. “I have none. Not when it comes to you.”
Sweat droplets roll down her face as I pull the safety off.
“So you admit, you’re obsessed with me,” she hisses back.
I twist the gun around and around until it’s coated in her wetness.
But I refuse to take my tongue off her clit. Her taste is so good it could turn any man evil.
Even me.
“Obsessed?” I repeat.
The very idea of owning her consumes me. Of making her my little, private plaything.
“You’re going to hell, and you’re staring at the devil who will take you there.”