Chapter 18
KNOX
This time, I had to break a thick chain with an axe to break into my little criminal’s apartment. She was trying to tighten up her security. But soon, she’ll realize there was nothing she could do to keep me away.
Shadow wagged his fucking tail when I entered the house, five days after my little criminal tried to kill me with heat and music. I had to stay the night at my brother’s apartment.
I knew she would retaliate. But who knew a fucking shark song and high heat would be the weapons of my destruction. If I had to listen to that idiotic song ever again, I’d shoot myself in the head.
I dropped to my knees as soon as I closed the door behind me and handed my buddy his long-awaited bone. “There you go, Shadow. My buddy.”
Once he sniffed the bone, I threw it behind the couch in the living room, which had him running away from me.
With that done, like usual, I reinstalled all the recording devices that she’d thrown away.
I replaced the groceries that I knew she’d have eaten.
Who would throw away perfectly good food? Certainly not my little devil.
I looked around the house, taking everything in. Still, no photos. No mail. Nothing that could give me an indication of her identity.
Today, I found a letter in her bedroom, placed on her rumpled sheets.
I traced my name on the letter with my thumb, trying to decipher the uncomfortable sensation churning in my gut. Did she leave it on her bed every night, hoping I’d break in and read it?
I opened the folded paper, and my eyes narrowed into slits as her words poked the beast within me with a searing iron.
Dear Detective,
Stealing doesn’t befit you.
Didn’t know a lieutenant was so good at being a butler.
Thank you for your service.
Yours,
Absolutely fucking nothing
Touché, my little criminal. Touché.
I looked around the fucking mess of her bedroom. How a vigilante who’d killed probably hundreds of men and kept herself hidden for so long could be such a slob was beyond me.
I sighed and took a deep breath. Rolling my shoulders back, I picked up the fucking comforter and started to fold it.
But for a brief second, I paused and brought it closer to my face.
My logical mind screamed at me to back off, that I was dangerously crossing boundaries that I shouldn’t, whereas the devil riding hard on my shoulder pushed my face into the cool comforter.
That was all it took. A burst of midnight rain, thunder, and blackberries flooded my senses, hardening my cock to the point of pain. Her little note looped through my mind until I had the perfect fucking answer for her.
I locked her bedroom door in case Shadow decided to join the party.
I walked back to her disheveled bed and stared at the rumpled sheets.
Slowly, I opened the button of my jeans, and the sound of the zipper echoed in the room as I tugged it lower. If she liked her bed a mess so much, I’d give her a fucking mess.
I brought the comforter to my nose and took a deep breath. Her sinfully sweet and rainy scent washed over my body, and I hardened in my briefs. With a sharp tug, I pulled out my throbbing cock and lightly grazed it along the fabric of the comforter.
Thunderous arousal rattled my bones as precum wet my cockhead. I wrapped my cock in her comforter and stroked through the fabric, burying my face in it with my other hand.
My hips jerked as sharp, electric need raced down my spine, drowning out all my surroundings. The dark, monstrous thing inside me reared its ugly head as it turned my burning need into a wretched urge to mark and claim every inch of my little criminal.
My vision flashed to her deeply mischievous hazel eyes, plotting every bit of her entertaining revenge. I stroked harder as my thoughts drifted lower to her upturned, pouty lips that I needed to see wrapped around my cock like I needed my next breath.
My legs turned weak at the mounting pleasure racing through every cell of my body at just the thought of pinning my girl to this very bed and claiming her tight little ass.
I wanted to chase her on her motorcycle, hunt her through the woods, and stalk her in the middle of the night until she lost any semblance of control and submitted to me.
To the pleasure I’d drown her in if she ever failed to escape.
Blinding hot pleasure roared through my veins as the friction from the comforter had my cock leaking all over my little criminal’s comforter. My knees threatened to give out as I rolled my head in her comforter. I had to brace my knee against the bed to keep from keeling over.
Fuck, I wish I knew my little devil’s name.
I wanted to fucking roar it out loud as I mindlessly drove my cock through the comforter in my fist, the pleasure spiking at the base of my spine in rapid waves of scorching heat.
My balls tightened to the point of pain, and with a loud grunt, my cock drenched my little criminal’s comforter in ropes of my cum.
My heart hammered in my chest as the dizzying high of my orgasm subsided a little. When was the last time I’d come this hard? If the thought of marking the bedding of my girl reduced me to a snarling, grunting mess, what would happen if I actually got her under me?
My cock stirred once more in my pants, but I put that thought to rest as I arranged her bedding just how I needed.
Then I plucked a pen from her desk, grabbed her little letter, and wrote my answer.
I left her house, taking away the little bone from Shadow, and leaving behind a neatly wrapped sandwich in her fridge.