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I wanther.

“Oh fuck!” she cries as her fingers dig into my hair. One hand drops to my mouth, shoving her fingers in deep, her nails scraping the back of my throat as I suck and bite at them. “Fuck,” she squeaks as her body contorts, and she comes.

I swipe up her juices with my badge, and her fingers curl against my tongue. I move her hand from my mouth and then lower my head to suck on her clit. Her body spasms as I coax out more and more aftershocks.

She grips my hair tight as if she’s clinging to me in order to remain upright.

“That’s my girl,” I growl, lazily licking up my reward. She fucking soaked my badge like a good girl. When her breathing calms and I’ve licked her clean, I smile up at her. She’s looking down at me as if she wants to rip me apart.

“There she is,” I say as I look into her lust-filled eyes, and hold in my chuckle. My little shortcake doesn’t hate me, but she does hate how much she loves this.

“You took six minutes,” she complains as she slips from between me and the car, not even waiting for me to get up from my knees. I feel the loss of her body immediately, but right now, this is victory enough for me.

“Fuck. you taste good.” I lick my lips.

“Remember the taste because it’s the last fucking time you’ll get it,” she says, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “I mean it. Don’t come looking for me again.”

I’m unable to keep from laughing as she storms off. Her gait is stiff as she makes her way to her car.

“Don’t come looking for me again.”

I can’t help wondering if she truly means what she said. Perhaps what she feels building between us terrifies her as much as it should terrify me. But then would she be sending me little presents, demanding my attention?

“Goodnight, Shortcake,” I call out after her, and she flips me off right before sliding into the back seat of the car.

I adjust my cock as I stand.

Fuck me. I’ve well and truly lost my mind.

Then again, I’m not thinking with my head whenever I’m near her.

I’m obsessed with all the ways I can claim her again and again and again.

CHAPTER25

Braxton

“How the fuck have you not figured this out yet?” my boss screams. The vein in his temple looks like it’s about to pop as Lucas and I sit in his office. “Nine bodies, and still no one is in fucking custody? You’re bringing me street rats that can be put behind bars for far pettier crimes. Why the fuck is this so hard for you two geniuses to figure it out?!”

We remain quiet. It’s always for the best when he’s in this type of mood. I don’t need to be the one to remind him of his dirty dealings and involvement with very bad people who might, in fact, be prime candidates for this type of shit, but because of their “silent” association, we can’t touch them.

“Get the fuck out of my office and figure your shit out. I mean it! Fucking get in there. The press is killing us.”

“Yes, sir,” Lucas and I say at the same time, then take our leave.

Dickhead.

Every set of eyes in the office suddenly looks down as we step out into the bullpen. I can’t even be mad at their curiosity because I’m the same way when someone else gets eaten alive in there. We’re not invincible, and our job security isn’t guaranteed. One fucking thing I know for sure is I’m not handing in my badge anytime soon.

“What the fuck are we going to do?” Lucas begins to stress. “How the fuck are we struggling so much with this case? It’s like all the evidence we need to link the cases just suddenly vanishes.”

“Or the killer’s so immaculate, they just don’t leave anything behind,” I remind him.

“But they’ll have to make a mistake at some point, right? I mean, they practically flaunt the bodies. They always want them to be found. I don’t know left from right at the moment, and I can’t fucking sleep. This case is really killing me. What if the chief brings someone else onto it?”

“He won’t.” And I believe that. No one wants to draw attention to their own misdeeds. But if we don’t start getting answers, even his hand might be moved against his own will.

“Maybe I should try to get in deeper or something,” Lucas says quietly as he takes a seat at his desk.

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