Chapter 13
ADRIAN
It’s just surveillance. That’s it.
I’m keeping an eye on Liliana Wilson, a person of interest in the homicide of Victor Blueson, who just so happens to be partners with her father’s defense attorney.
Who royally fucked him over financially.
“So, what’d you do? Get revenge?” I ask the question as I stare at Liliana, who’s lingering outside of her car. She’s looking at her phone, but I already know she’s noticed me—well, the car. Not necessarily me.
But I have a feeling she knows it’s me.
And that has my dick rock hard.
I don’t know what it is about the smears of dried paint on her white T-shirt or the frays of her faded jeans… But it does something to me. I don’t understand it. Evidence and circumstances are putting her front and center as a person of interest, and I should be so repulsed.
But instead, I’m growing…obsessed.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out as Liliana opens the door of her car, finally. She slides into the driver’s seat, her eyes flicking up from the console as she sets her phone down. They jump right to my windshield, but I know she can’t see through the tinted glass.
I think she knows. But she doesn’t really know.
And I like that.
Her eyes stay frozen, and my cock throbs, soaking my slacks with precum. It’s like we’re in a dance of sorts—one that we shouldn’t be having. Well, I shouldn’t be having. I could lose my job.
But I can’t stop myself.
My fingers undo the top button of my slacks, and I slip beneath my boxers, fisting my cock. My eyes stay strained on Liliana, the way her gaze is boring a goddamn hole into the glass.
“You’re such a bad girl,” I breathe out, beginning to stroke. “What did you do, you little killer?” The words slip from my lips in a husky tone, and my hips buck as I tighten my grip.
Fuck, I want you, Liliana. A deep, guttural growl echoes through the SUV, and I grow more frustrated, the dryness of my hand irritating my dick. I need her slick, hot pussy wrapped around it.
Not my goddamn hand.
But still, I groan out in pleasure as she remains focused on my car. It’s like a standoff, and as I grow closer to climaxing, the pressure builds in my abdomen. My breaths grow more labored, and I bite down on my lip as I zone out on her pretty little cheekbones and perfect fucking nose.
I want to blow my load all over it.
I hold my breath as the final burst of pleasure rolls through me… And then she turns her fucking head.
The moment instantly is ripped away from me.
The arousal fades, the tension breaking down right there as I realize I’m in my fucking patrol car, and she’s reversing in her car and leaving.
What a cockblock, Liliana.
“Fuck!” I shout, slamming my hand against the steering wheel. Pain sears through my wrist, but I don’t even wince, too pissed off to care as my dick starts to go limp against my pants.
I shove my cock back into my boxers, my balls aching from the lack of release, and then put the car in drive. I tear out of the parking spot, keeping my two-car length tail on Liliana.
Part of me wants to ram right into the back of her cute little Jaguar.
The other part wants to fucking pull her over, cuff her, and fuck her until she’s pleading with me to stop. I want every fucking hole of hers dominated by my cock. I’d ruin her until there’s nothing left.
And I don’t even know what that means.
All I’ve ever done is hook up, mostly anonymously through apps.
I’ve gotten good at leaving before I ever see the aftermath of what I’ve done.
That’s why I thrive on KinkMe. I break in, I fuck them, and I leave them in the dark.
I don’t want to see their faces. I don’t even really want to see their bodies.
I just want their dark, wet hole, and then to leave.
But Liliana? All my fantasies are different. I want her in the light. I want to paint her body with my cum. I want to see what those eyes look like rimmed with tears from the way I’ve made her come apart.
“But I can’t,” I say the words aloud, thinking maybe they’ll stick. Perhaps they’ll get through my thick skull to my brain that seems to be in a chokehold of Liliana’s figurative hand.
The best men are the ones who serve their women, my mother’s words barge in like actual fucking advice. I’m not serving Liliana. For all I know, she’s just like my goddamn mom—a sick, psychopathic woman who wants to sit on a throne she doesn’t deserve.
I thought maybe Liliana and I had something in common with our murderer parents, but with everything happening… I’m thinking she might be one of the same.
My phone ringing cuts through the mental noise, and I reach for it, thankful for the distraction. Especially considering it’s Parker.
“Hey,” I answer, clicking on my right blinker to follow Liliana into the bar district. “What’s up?”
“Well,” my partner sounds strikingly exhausted, “I was hoping to be meeting Alice at the Parrot, but instead, I’m stuck at the station.”
I furrow my brow. “Why? I thought I was just supposed to run surveillance of Wilson and you were taking the night off.”
He lets out a sigh. “Apparently, that’s not how things are going for me. The intern showed up.”
“Oh?” My mind flashes back to the moment when Liliana and Marissa exchanged words right outside the gallery. I have no idea what was said, but it didn’t look all that remarkable.
Not from my perspective.
I couldn’t see Marissa, but Liliana looked completely disinterested.
“Yeah, she shows up, completely disheveled,” Parker speaks in a tone that tells me he’s on the brink of throwing the case file in the trash. “I thought we were onto something with Blueson having ties to the attorney for Longley. I don’t know what the hell is going on, Shaw.”
“Okay…” My voice trails off as I watch Liliana turn into the Parrot’s parking lot. I drive past it, not ready to park yet. I know where she’s going. “So, what did the intern have to say?”
“She was sleeping with Blueson.”
My shoulders fall at the new development. “What the hell? She’s like what? Twenty? Twenty-one? And Blueson is what? Forty-five?”
“Well, he was three days away from being forty-six, so yeah,” Parker huffs. “You nailed it. I just don’t know what we’re supposed to do about it. She says she wasn’t at the gallery. We have footage of her leaving the gallery at her normal time. Said she was at home for the duration of the murder.”
I tap the brakes of the SUV, quickly signaling right and turning into a random parking lot.
I pull into a spot and put it in park. “Okay,” I say, running a hand over my face.
“Let’s get this straight. Marissa admitted to sleeping with a random, married attorney, who just so happened to be murdered at the art gallery she works at—but also, this guy is the partner of the defense for Richard Longley, whose biological daughter owns the gallery. ”
“Correct.”
“Fuck,” I breathe out. “That’s…complicated.”
“Motive everywhere,” Parker chuckles. “But I don’t think either one of them could’ve done it. Blueson was over six feet three, weighed two-forty. That’s a big challenge for a little lady like Marissa or Liliana.”
“Unless they did it together.” The words slip from my mouth before I ever even realize what the hell I’m saying.
“Would make sense,” Parker actually agrees. “Maybe Liliana decided to…help…?”
“This is weak at best,” I grumble, my eyes flickering across to the bar—the one that I’m almost certain Liliana has gone to with the intent of meeting up with Alice.
Probably since Parker blew Alice off.
“It is weak.” My partner’s words draw me back.
“That’s the problem with this case, man.
It’s all weak at best. I mean, why would Liliana even want to murder the guy attached to her father’s defense attorney?
She hasn’t visited her father since he was locked away.
I don’t think she’s got a problem with him. ”
“But maybe something about it triggered her,” I think aloud, my mind running back to how jumpy she was at the gala. “Maybe something about Marissa’s entire predicament just set her off?”
“Or she was just trying to cover for her intern.”
“Maybe he did something that made him appear to deserve it.”
“Like what? Have a wife?” Parker chuckles.
“No clue.” My eyes burn into the black-tinted windows of the Parrot, wishing more than anything I were a fly on the wall, watching Liliana raise her drink to her pretty pink lips. My cock starts to stiffen again.
But it only serves to fucking frustrate me. I need to do something else to satiate that need—something that doesn’t involve the person of interest in my case.
“Are you listening to me at all?” Parker snaps in my ear. “Because I’m stuck with a twenty-one-year-old art intern in our interrogation room, and I don’t know what the fuck to do with her.”
My brows crease. “Uh, release her? Why the hell would we keep her? We don’t think she did it, remember? And if she did, we have a lot of evidence to find.”
“The footage we should be able to use for that is missing. I told you, there’s two hours missing and rewritten.”
“Yeah, we need a confession.” I purse my lips, my cock still straining under my pants.
“We need one that’s not forced.” I fight the annoyance, not because I give a shit about doing things right, but because it’s much better to just follow the fucking rules.
I want more than anything to close this case so that I can have free rein with my desires.
But a forced confession is just a hard no.
“We don’t want to be the center of a lawsuit.” Especially when I can’t be in the same room as Liliana Wilson without nearly jizzing in my pants.
“I won’t coerce anything,” Parker mumbles. “I think I’m just getting sick of it all. Maybe we’re just barking up the wrong tree.”
“Maybe you need to go home and take a nap,” I chuckle, squinting as a patron swings open the door to the bar I know Liliana is in. I try to see in, but all I can make out is a bunch of guys leaning against the bar right inside.
Fuck.
“How’s your shit going?” Parker is still on the line, much to my dismay. “Is Wilson doing anything worth watching?”
I think everything she fucking does is worth watching.
“She’s currently at the Parrot,” I answer, my tone flat. “And I guess that she’s taking your place right now.”
“Figures,” he lets out a dry laugh. “Looks like my current fuck might be a little too close now.”
“She was always too close,” I deadpan. “You know that just as well as I do.”
“Never thought the gallery owner would be involved.” He sighs. “It’s always the obvious answer, you know. I just can’t figure out what the hell the obvious answer is. I feel like my thoughts are clouded on this one.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” My eyes drop to my dick, stretching the limits of my pants. “We both need to clear our heads.”
I just have to figure out how.
I pull my phone away from my ear and head to my hidden apps.