“I can't have you following me again. You may have saved Jeremy from me this time, but you won’t be able to track me after tonight. My list is still far too long, and I’m running out of time.”
“No,” I grunted.
She got up, looking down at me, as her face mashed together and distorted.
“What did – you…”
“Don’t worry, it’s just a relaxing agent. It’ll wear off by morning. Oh…”
She looked down at my crotch, and I could faintly see what she was looking at under my towel.
“I see it doesn’t relax everything,” she laughed. “Are you happy to see me too, Detective?”
Fuck, how did she have such an impact on me? Why couldn’t my cock understand that she was the bad guy?
“Well,” she said, removing her dress and standing before me naked as the day she was born. “If you insist. I have to say, Kane, this is exactly what I have been dreaming about since our last go round.”
She yanked the knot of the towel away, freeing my cock as she pushed me further on the bed so she could straddle me. I could only watch in amazement as she let her hair out of the clip and let it fall around her shoulders. Those evil eyes looked down at me as she started to rub my cock. It was almost as if my body was slow to accept what was happening, and yet it wanted it.
Iwanted it.
God, yes, I wanted it, I wanted her. I wanted her not to be a psycho killer, one I could actually bed without feeling remorseful the next day.
“Tell me, Detective, do you want to feel me around your cock?” she whispered in my ear, but it sounded loud as hell. She slid my cock up and down her wet slit, and I thought I might cum right there from the sensation. Her perfectly manicured nails lightly scratched up and down my shaft, sending my balls into overdrive.
God…how the fuck could one woman do this to me?
“Fuck…me,” I grit out as I watched her smile widen and she slid down my length in one move. Her womanly moan almost undid me as I felt the sensation of her wet pussy squeezing me. She moved my arms up beside my head, entwining her fingers in mine, leaning down as she began to suckle on my neck.
Inthatspot.
Sweet baby jesus,
Surely, I’d died and gone to heaven because this was just … everything.
Maurelle rode my cock like her life depended on it, as I felt the same pleasure I had back when she’d had me tied up.
Being incapable of touching her the way I wanted was the only downside as she fucked me, her moans echoing off the walls in a delicious opera I knew I’d not forget any time soon. She sat back, untangling our fingers from each other as she pushed down on my gut with her hands for leverage, picking up her pace.
It wouldn’t be long before I exploded into her, and I knew it.
She was close, I could feel her pussy squeezing me tighter, and her moans were getting increasingly louder. Maurelle rode me until I felt her pussy clasp around my cock and squeeze it for all it was worth as she cried out, her nails digging into my chest. My balls erupted, emptying into her as she rode out my own release. Maurelle sighed, pulling herself off and falling beside me. I could feel her hair on my finger tips. I wanted to twist them in those strands, pull her to me, kiss her, make her scream out my name as I blew her mind.
Fuck.
I was next level messed up.
She was the enemy.
Why was I dreaming of making her scream out my name?
“Oh, Kane,” she sighed. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I really wish I could stay.”
She got up, and I was vaguely aware of her getting dressed before everything started to turn dark.
My phone was ringing and I sat up with a start. I was naked, on top of my covers. My towel was screwed up in the corner. I looked around to figure out where I was as my memories slowly came back. It felt like I was going through one of the worst hangovers I had felt in a while as a pounding erupted right between my eyes.
Oh right, Marquess Hotel in Chicago. I grabbed my phone.
