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I feel whole and broken, all at once.
“This will never be a fairytale, kitten.” His tone is gravelly and rough as his fingers rake over my hips. Firmly digging into the backs of my thighs, he wraps my legs around his waist as he drives himself into me.
I gasp at the sudden intrusion and squeeze my thighs against him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I shiver when they rub over the cold skin on his back.
He’s fucking freezing.
He carries me from the shower, using his grip on my thighs to slide me over his length. Reaching the bed, he spreads me across it before climbing between my thighs. When he aligns himself with my entrance, he hesitates to push back into me.
“There are no happily ever after’s with the devil.” His lips dust against mine, vibrating as he speaks as he presses the entirety of himself back into me
There is no magical movie moment.
My villain doesn’t become a hero.
There is no Prince Charming.
No white knight.
No sweeping me off my feet and making love to me.
This isn’t a fairytale.
Grant’s fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing as he continues to thrust into me. Tightening his grip, he presses his lips to my ear before groaning, “You’re going to take every last demanding inch of my cock like the good little pet you are. Your cunt is mine.”
He fucks me hard and fast, the tight grip around my throat nearly cuts off my ability to breathe. My vision begins to blacken around the edges, and he slams into me. Fucking terrified that this is my end, my body explodes beneath him, his fingers clamping around my throat silence my screams.
“You’re fucking mine,” Grant roars as his hips spasm against me.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
DETECTIVE MICHALES
Hooking my phone up to my laptop, I download the video I recorded last night. I have already rewatched it countless times, but the small screen of my phone just isn’t enough.
Pressing play, the shaky, homemade porn begins streaming across the glossy screen. Edmund Parker having his way with three yet-to-be-named, young women. Although they are all in various types of bondage and restraints, the acts that I am watching are clearly completely consensual.
And that’s the only reason I didn’t intervene when I stumbled upon them last night.
Edmund pounds into a redhead. As he fucks her, her face is buried between the thighs of one of the other two women. Both of her arms are bound in leather cuffs behind her back, his hands wrapped around the chain between them as he fucks her from behind. He thrusts hard, causing her hair to fall over her shoulder. And at that point, I press pause on the video.
Grabbing some paper, I draw a rough sketch of the small, purple butterfly tattoo just below her shoulder before documenting its location. I resume the video, keeping my full focus on the redhead I don’t concentrate on the strikes of leather hitting her back or the railing she is taking, but entirely on her.
Trying to find out all I can so that I can hopefully determine who she is.
About ten minutes later, she lifts her face, and I quickly press the pause button again. Taking a screenshot, I zoom and crop before printing out the photo for my records.
I reset the video and watch through to the end. I then do it again, resuming from the beginning to watch her again. And again, before I turn my gaze to the blonde she was servicing. I continuously loop the video on repeat, looking for more details, as though it is an obsession.
Because it is.
By the time I am done, I have photos printed of each of the women and a couple of additional descriptors for two of them. I grab all the papers, I shove them into a folder before heading over to the precinct.
While it may be too soon for missing person’s reports to have been placed on them yet, I want this information at the front desk in the event someone does come forward. Making several copies, I distribute them throughout the office ensuring everyone knows the faces of these three women.
“Michales? Is there some sort of investigation into the porn industry the rest of us aren’t aware of?” Callahan holds one of the photos in the air and he has a shit-eating grin sprawledacross his face. The only screenshots I could grab of the second blonde all are obvious in pointing to what was transpiring.
