Chapter Eleven
Mariska
I am slowly pulled out of my sleep when the pressure in my belly becomes intense. “Mmmm,” I groan when I feel Dawson buried in my pussy.
“Fuck, you feel so good when you are sleeping,” he groans, drawing out of me and pushing back in. I am on my side, but he has my top leg pulled up. This allows him to grip onto my ass and breasts as he slowly fucks me.
“God, you’re so fucking big,” I groan again.
“Do you want more?” he asks, rolling so he is lying on his back and I am on his chest.
“Please,” I pant as he grabs my ass and spreads me open for Zeke.
I expect some kind of warm-up, but I am not given that. Instead, Zeke has applied lubricant onto himself so he can grab my hips and violently shove his cock into my ass with one powerful thrust.
“FuckFuckFuck!” I scream as they both start alternating violent surges.
Zeke grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back to lift me.
I cry out in pain when Dawson slaps the side of my titty before doing it to the other.
They continue to slap me and twist my nipples so hard that I scream out in pain as they fuck me through the most amazing orgasms.
Dawson is the first to come, but then they place my wand vibrator against my clit as they have me bent over the side of my bed.
I grip onto the sheet as Zeke starts slamming into my ass so hard that I am screaming into my mattress.
Even with the pain, there is a heavy layer of pleasure from the vibrations, and Zeke is fucking me like he is trying to kill me with his dick.
The orgasms turn to something that feels like I am about to pee myself, but as it builds, my body tightens, and I need more.
When the pressure breaks, my arousal floods out of me as I scream through my mind-numbing orgasm. I am dazed for a while, but eventually wake up in bed, dressed, and snuggled between them again. This time, my head is on Zeke’s chest, and Dawson is behind me.
“Hey,” Zeke says when he realizes I am awake.
“Hey, baby,” Dawson says, kissing me.
“Hey,” I sigh. “We have to go back, don’t we?”
“We do,” he says. “Feel better?”
“After sleep, being dicked back to sleep, and then waking between you two? I feel amazing,” I admit, and he grins at me.
“Let’s get back to the station to put this fucker away,” Zeke says, kissing me.
Dawson went ahead of us, so he is already in the conference room by the time we walk in. “Morning,” Kevin says. “Sleep okay?”
“Like the dead,” I laugh. “How is our guest?”
“Weirdly quiet and respectful,” Parker says. “He is sitting in interrogation 1.”
“Zeke, let her lead, but don’t push him too much. Make sure he knows he absolutely can wait for a lawyer before talking,” Kevin says.
“Alright,” I say,
We leave the conference room and walk down to the interrogation room, where Adam is already waiting for us. He is shackled to the table and smirks as we walk in.
“Good morning, Mr. Sloane,” I say as we sit across from him.
“Morning,” he says simply.
“Do you know why you are here, Mr. Sloane?” I ask, sitting back and crossing my arms.
“Well, you are the one who was talking on the news about some killer. I assume it’s about that,” he says simply.
“Who is Harper Sloane to you?” I ask, keeping control of the conversation.
“My little sister,” he says. “Why?”
“She’s dead,” I tell him. “But you knew that, considering your semen is inside of her. How’d that happen?”
“I don’t know.” He looks down, breaking eye contact with me. He’s getting nervous.
“You don’t know? Did you rape her before or after you strangled her?” I ask. “Did you wait until you had already dismembered her?”
“You’re sick!” he snaps at me.
“I’m not the one raping my siblings,” I say. “We have a positive DNA match to you. So, yes or no, did you rape your sister?”
“No,” he says, pausing for a second. “Fuck. Fine… Harper and I have been sleeping together for a while. When her boyfriend wasn’t around, she could just say she was with me, and it would be fine. Usually we use condoms but…”
“So you are saying you had Harper’s consent to leave your semen inside of her dead body?” I ask, intentionally twisting his words.
“No,” he sighs. “I saw her yesterday. We hadn’t seen each other in a while, so we fucked in my truck. I told her we should just go back to my house, but she was in a hurry to get to the grocery store and home so she could make dinner for her boyfriend. She climbed in my lap and… well, you know…”
“You’re saying that Harper, that beautiful and successful woman, was not only sleeping with her boyfriend, but also with you? You don’t exactly look like…” I say, looking him up and down before continuing with a subtly disgusted look on my face. “...Her type.”
“It’s the truth,” he growls. “She loved me.”
“As a brother,” I correct. “Did you get upset when she laughed at you for admitting you were attracted to her?”
“Fuck you!” he stands up and shouts at me.
“Sit down and stop acting like a child!” I scold him. He sits, but he’s not happy about it. “Now then… Why did you kill your sister?”
“I didn’t. We hooked up in my truck, and then she went to the store,” he says, sitting back in his chair.
“What time?” Zeke asks.
“About six,” he answers.
There is a knock on the window behind us, so Zeke and I get up and leave the room.
“Arrest warrant was denied,” Kevin says with a heavy sigh.
“The DA says there is nothing definitive that says she was raped, because it was non-violent, so there is too much reasonable doubt. It very well could have been consensual.”
“It’s not,” I say. “You know it’s not. If we let him out of here, he is going to hurt someone.”
“I know that, but it’s going to be better to cut him out now and keep an eye on him,” Kevin says. “Why don’t you and Zeke work surveillance on him tonight? Geno and Parker can go home for a bit.”
“Fine,” I say with a sigh.
“We will hold him as late in the day as we can, but then cut him out,” Kevin says. “Until then, we need to spend all of our time digging into him, any potential past crimes, and anything that might help us arrest him.”
“Got it,” Zeke says. I walk out of the viewing room and go down to the conference room. I stand in front of the boards and just look over all of my notes. The answer is in here somewhere; I just can’t find it yet. We know that it is Adam Sloane, but we can’t prove it yet.
We spend all day going over every bit of information that we have. I focus on the boards and a timeline for all of the victims based on the victims' social media, reports from their loved ones, and what is known as fact about their murders.
I am sitting at the table, looking through old case files, when I realize something. “Guys,” I say, sitting up.
“Hmm?” Zeke asks, looking at his laptop.
“Adam has an older sister. Well… Had. She’s been missing for five years,” I say.
“Their parents were addicts and in and out of jail. She… uhh… Amanda Sloane… She had custody of Adam from the time he was ten until eighteen. That’s when Adam started getting in more trouble and wasn’t really around his family.
Amanda moved back five years ago and went missing a week later. Her husband was found shot to death.”
“So Amanda was likely the one abusing him,” Parker hypothesizes.
“Mhmm. Ten years old being raped by your big sister? That is a recipe for creating a sociopathic woman hater,” I say. “She was an authority figure, but she was also married to a retired professional football player.”
“Ouch. Raped him and likely moved on from him because he was older and she was uninterested, but then he sees her years later with a man who is the exact opposite of him,” Geno says. “And then the little sister rejects him.”
“Alright,” Kevin says as he reenters the room. “Adam is being released as we speak. Zeke and Mariska, you two head out and keep an eye on him. Stay together and don’t take unnecessary risks.”
“You got it,” Zeke says as we stand. When he leaves the room, I turn to everyone.
“I have an idea, but I need y’all to trust me,” I say with a smile.
Side by side, Zeke and I step out of the station, and the media swarm us. “Is there any update?” someone yells.
“There has been a development with a person of interest,” I say as the door opens behind us.
“We believe we have the individual responsible for these heinous crimes. He is a troubled man, but harmless to the public… We ask that if anyone witnesses anything suspicious to contact authorities and to continue being vigilant while we continue to build our case against this cowardly man.”
“Were the victims raped?” A man shouts from the back.
“There weren’t any signs of sexual assault.
We theorize that the perpetrator might be completely impotent, and that is a large source of his anger,” I say.
“Although his actions are abhorrent and absolutely horrific, he is a sad and lonely man who is scared of females… when we have further information, we will give another update.”
Zeke and I walk around the media and go to my car before driving away.
“Ready for this?” Zeke asks me.
“Yes,” I say confidently.
A short while later, we stop in a parking lot next to a park. Zeke grabs my face and kisses me hard before I step out, and he drives away.
This is the part that scares me. I know Zeke is watching out for me, but that doesn’t change the fact that I feel seemingly alone right now. I step onto the trail and start walking, praying that Zeke gets to me in time.
I pull my phone out and put it to my ear so I can pretend like I am calling someone. I can hear footsteps behind me, so I feed him lies while he watches me from a distance.
“Hello,” I say, pretending to answer my phone. “What do you want? … No, I will come back to the car when I am ready. I just need a minute… No. Will you just back off? … Alright. Whatever.”
I pretend to smash the end button, but call Kevin before slipping my phone into my back pocket.
“Trouble in paradise, Detective Rowan?” Adam says from behind me. I stop and start to turn, but scream when he suddenly shoves me off the trail and into the woods.