And fuck, it nearly makes me want to slice his throat with the single leftover knife in my boot.
If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s got skills, and killing him would be such a waste of a damn good pussy licker.
Atreus
The first tastehas me writhing, and every swipe I add is another sinful one that makes me question all the goddamn morals I’ve shaped my entire fucking life around.
But to fight a sinner, one must become the sinner, and if I can’t defeat this evil with justice, then I will fucking join it and bring it down.
This woman has been taunting me from the moment I found her in the woods, and neither of us has been able to let go.
There’s a reason she was out there, and there’s a reason she stalked me. I will find out exactly why and how she’s connected to all of it, no matter how deep I have to sink, or how far I have to go.
Fuck the rules. Fuck decorum.
An agent of the law is no agent if there is no fucking law, and these heathens have existed outside of it for all these fucking years, her included.
Maybe it’s about time I joined her.
My tongue glides between her pussy lips, circling her wet opening until she begins to shiver in place. She’s already so goddamn wet for me, it’s like she thrives on the violence and the idea of mutual heinous thoughts. Every time I look up, her skin glows redder just a tad more, and it brings a fucked-up smile to my face.
“Well, well, I guess even coldhearted killers can be made to moan.”
“Fuck you, you will be the one moaning for me, begging for forgiveness,” I growl back.
“Then make me,” I say, glancing up into her eyes, which begin to burn with a ferocity that makes even my heart throb in my throat.
The rage in this woman is beyond anything I’ve ever seen.
Monstrous.
And so damn enticing.
Any cop would tell me I’m making a grievous mistake, that I should stop immediately and erase all evidence of my transgression, so I can still follow the crumbs she left behind that’ll lead me to the killer.
But fuck me, this pussy is fucking divine.
I can’t stop.
I refuse.
This pussy is mine to punish, mine to claim, and I will make it pay for taking what wasn’t hers to take.
“How does it feel to get a dose of your own medicine?” I murmur against her skin. “Does my tongue make your knees weak?” I spread her wetness all over. “Does being tied up and used make you lose control over your morals, your dignity, your fucking arousal?” I groan, licking her faster and faster. “Does my invasion make you want to kill me?”
“Yes,” she hisses.
“Good. Keep that energy for when I fuck your throat next.”
“What?” she balks, but a single swipe of my tongue interrupts her train of thought with a moan.
When she jerks the cuffs again, I push the gun into her skin and say, “Try me. See where you end up.”
“You wouldn’t kill me,” she hisses. “You’re a cop. You’re bound by an oath.”
“I’m bound by nothing but my honor, which you fucking stole from me, and I’m here to claim it back,” I growl, lapping her up like there’s no tomorrow.
I slide the gun down her body and use it to shove her panties farther aside, ripping them at the seam. She yelps when I press the cold metal against her pussy lips.
