Page 160 of Boys Who Crave


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“You’re not a fucking agent of the law,” she says, sucking in ragged breaths. “No cop can lick pussy this well.”

I chuckle. “You’ve never fucked a proper cop then.”

“I knew you were a devious one,” she says, the sparkle in her eyes making me do a double take.

“How so?”

“So high and mighty on that TV broadcast, talking about justice, when all you ever wanted was power. Power cops can only ever dream of.”

I pull the gun from her slit and watch the o-shape form on her mouth again, so I scoot the chair back, stand, and shove it into her mouth.

“You think power drives me?” I grit. “It’s evil. Evil that must be eradicated from this world, no matter the price.”

Her tongue twists around the metal, her face emotionless, unafraid. As if she welcomes death itself like it would be a final cure to her debauchery.

She’s a disease.

A disease I’ve so happily let myself become infected with.

And my cock throbs at the sight of her licking her own juices right off the barrel of my own damn gun.

I pull it out of her mouth, staring at her greedy lips and the wetness coating the metal. She’s turned it into an abomination.

“So willing to sacrifice all that it takes,” she mumbles. “Are you really willing to pay the price if you knew it came at the cost of your sanity?”

My nostrils flare, and I grab her wrists and get up in her face. “On. Your. Knees.”

She defiantly stares right back at me. “Make me.”

“I don’t have to.” My lip twitches up into a brief smile. “You will do it out of your own volition, because you know I will get both your boy toys today if you don’t.”

“Donotfucking touch them,” she hisses through her teeth.

I tilt my head. “If you do exactly what I want you to.”

“Then you will stop chasing them. Leave them out of your investigation. Drop all charges, get rid of any information you have on them.”

“Deal,” I retort.

The killer I’m looking for is going to be unmasked soon enough anyway, with or without my interference. And I’m pretty sure I know what the fuck I’m looking for.

Her eyes glimmer with brutality. “If you don’t hold up your end … I will find you. And I will make it hurt every lasting second while I skin you alive.”

Fuck.

My pants tent from the sheer violence she exudes.

She grinds her teeth for a second before she finally sinks to her knees.

As she fucking should.

I’m done playing games.

She wanted to toy with me, so I’ll give her every inch of degradation she forced onto me.

I zip down and pull out my pierced cock, her eyes immediately homing in on the reverse Prince Albert glinting in the dark.

“Open those pretty red lips, bunny,” I say, pushing down on her chin. “And show me how deep down the rabbit hole you can take me.”