I don’t ever become affected, not by anyone, let alone a cop.
Yet from the moment I laid my eyes on him, I can’t stop fucking imagining making him my favorite toy.
“Tell me who the killer is,” he says, his tongue darting out to lick my skin farther up. “Or I will arrest every one of your loved ones. One.”Lick. “By.”Lick. “One.”
“Is this what good cops do? Extort their suspects?”
“You disillusioned yourself,” he says, eyes flickering up to mine as he bares his teeth. “I’m not a good cop. I will take every measure I need to take to get the job done.”
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.
