LOGINLucas's POV
I have been juggling work lately, which has messed up my resting period. I needed more contracts for the company to be back on its feet and I had signed up for all the work. It was late evening, past working hours, but I was still at the office. I have got so many unattended files; any form of distraction was what I needed. I placed my hand on my forehead when a pleasurable yet poisonous voice came messing with my head. “I -want -you- The same voice rang in my head, again and again. “Oh shit” I cursed, rubbing my hand through my hair. It felt like a spine passing through my body. I struggled to release my necktie; this time, I could feel my body burning. My rod aroused, showing through the line of my trousers. I glanced at the image that seemed to suddenly appear from nowhere. Kayla, my secretary. A seductive smile across those bright eyes. She softly licked her lower lips as she winked at me. Maybe I was hallucinating, but it felt so real to be a dream. I didn't know when to get up on my feet. Her gaze locked into mine while she grabbed her boobs with the shirt she had on. “Fuck!” That was actually tempting. I just want to fuck in between those two heavily natural gifts. I moved a step, another one, closer, till I was standing in front of her. She continued, rubbing and touching herself. Her eyes, calling for devourer. She knew exactly what she was doing to my body. But then, Her image suddenly disappeared. “Shit” I slammed my hand against the wall, realizing my imagination had gone wild. I found myself lusting at my secretary after watching her act clumsy and fearful before me. Oddly, I didn't find her to be a good girl. I could tell that behind that innocent face was some hungry sex freak. I could tell by the way she seductively looked at me. She hardly concentrates while with me, which makes me want to shove my dick down her small throat. The sound of my phone clouded my thoughts. I ignored whoever might be calling. Without glancing, I grabbed the glass of wine on the table. Something to refresh my dry throat. Still, it wasn't helping. I was burning even while the air conditioner was working perfectly. I unbuttoned the first three buttons on my shirt. Rolled the arm of my shirt up to my elbow. A habit I developed when having these shit feelings. A soft knock came from the door. I halted in shock. It was past working hours and I never expected anyone to be at the office. The Knock came again, followed by a slow push, revealing the person behind. Kayla. “Fuck” I tightened my jaw. Not my imagination messing with me again. I wasn't going to make a fool of myself anymore. It felt different, unlike the first. She was looking with lust in her eyes. Maybe this is not my imagination, maybe it is the reality happening. Her eyes popped out. Her mouth dropped dead. I could swear she was staring at the revealing part of my broad chest. She moved a step, another, and she had already closed the gap between us, so close that I could hear the sound of her breath. It was happening, real this time. She placed her little hand on my revealed broad chest. I gently closed my eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling her body scent. “Oh, mine!” Her hand rubbed around my nipple. My body felt like it had been set on fire. I slightly opened my eyes, and without warning, I grabbed her by the neck. Cupped her lips into my mouth. Fucking hell, it melted into my mouth, very soft and tender. “Fuck” she released a soft moan as I continued to eat those lips. I felt her hands moving around when I grabbed them and placed them above her head. Just one hand was enough to hold her tiny wrists firmly. I roamed around with my other hand till I finally found her breast under the shirt. “Hell,” it was huge. I squeezed it very firmly at the same time, adding more pressure to the wrist of her hand. If not anything but to mark her wrist that she now belongs to me. I moved my lips to her neck, placing kisses from her neck to her ear area. I continued to place kisses till I slammed my lips back on hers, where I kissed her in a long press. In a rush, I removed my lips. “Smack” is a sharp sound released from the pressure of our lips. A few steps demarcating between us. I locked my eyes on her as I watched her catch her breath. I could sense her body mounting another level of fire. She quickly removed her shirt, her eyes fainting. I covered the gap again. I could feel her bear skin on me. I pressed my body together with her breast. “What do you want?” I asked calmly as I ran my hand through her long brown hair. “You want my dick, Hun?” She glanced up, our eyes locked together, the impatience burning in them as she nodded. I raised her jaw up. “Talk! "You are not mute, are you?” I said, teasing the little monster in her. “I want to have your dick in my mouth”, her voice soft and calm, tickling my skin. “ I am going to fuck your little mouth! Fuck you dirty till you can't feel your legs anymore” “Uhmm- she bit her lower lips. I moved my eyes back to her boobs. I already had a watery mouth staring at her hardened pointed nipples. Staring at it closely, I could tell the left breast seemed a little bigger than the one on the right. I started from the left and used my tongue on the nipple. I grabbed it with both hands and carefully sucked the nipple and then the whole of the breast. I couldn't have the whole breast, but I was sure to have my mouth filled with it. I sucked while I pressed. I was like a baby who had just got a new toy. I did the same thing with the other while she moaned and screamed, filling my ear and the whole of my office. “Please. "Let me have your cock” she pressed her hand on my hardened cock with the trousers. “Fuck” She already knelt like a slut in front of her master, glancing at me up close. My lips curled as I pulled my trousers down. A little smile appeared on her face. She loved what she saw. She gently pulled down the paint, covering up the little devil. A trail of anticipation passes through me. “Holly Molly!” Her eyes popped out. I could tell she was shocked at the length of what I carried in between my legs. “This is huge," she admitted, placing my cock in between her hands, tumbling it up and down. I closed my eyes, ready to receive all the pleasure that her mouth would be giving. Her mouth came in contact with my cock. I could feel the tips of my dick playing around her tongue, teasing the hell out of me. I flicked my eyes open, placed my hand on the back of her head, and then pushed it. Taking the whole of my dick. “Ouk!- the sound of her throat connecting with my dick. I continued that way, in charge of her, pushing her in and out of my dick till I finally cummed over her face. Now it was time to serve her. I carried her, and I laid her on my office desk. “This looks so delicious”, I slipped my hand into the sexy lingerie she had on. Her pussy was fucking wet for me. I kissed the top of my finger while staring deep into my eyes. “Please - fuck - me” she shamelessly begged. “I will fuck you,” I responded, and her eyes beamed with anticipation. “I will finger fuck you. From one of my fingers till you receive all of it deep inside your pussy” “Now open up. "I want to view all that you’ve been keeping,” I commanded, and she obeyed. I pulled down her lingerie and then placed it on my nose. The smell of her wet liquid filled my nostrils. “F-u-c-k” she moaned, realizing I had two of my fingers inside her cunt. I increased the pace of my finger while she screamed. “I want to cum” she moaned while her legs were shaking. “Not until I asked you to” I added another, making it three fingers inside of her at a high pace. “Oh- hell-shit- fuck - please let me- cum” so many words slipped through her mouth. “Cum for me” “I am coming!” she raised her hand, her eyes fainting, and a whitish fluid released from her cunt.DETECTIVE JOE POV The atmosphere in Hunter’s apartment was so serene that I didn't think of it. From my 15 years of this police work, I realized that the guilty are split into two groups: one who don't care about cleanliness that everywhere is messed up and the other personality tries to use the bleach if substance to imitate a clean person. As for Hunter's apartment, it was clean as if he was preparing for sanitary inspection. Every component in that apartment was nearly arranged and in their distinct position. "Do you prefer Coffee or tea, Detective? Or you are here strictly on business?" Hunter asked as his voice showed concern as a natural civilian. His personality at that moment depict a person who can't hurt a fly. His posture spoke nothing but innocence. "I'll prefer Water, thanks", I responded back to him almost immediately. He gestured for me to sit while he went in and reemerges with a glass of water. I brought in my note pad but decided to hide my pen. This action might
NAOMI POV I left my home to stay in Lucas' mansion as he instructed. Since Kayla was kidnapped, my whole existence felt messed up as I couldn't save the daughter whom I loved dearly. I wandered through the darkness of the corridor, trying to read the environment but it was useless as I couldn't find my purpose. The mansion, with marbles on the floor and custom made ceilings, was supposed to be my place of solace. It was supposed to be a place where I experienced peace after the trauma I faced in my former marriage. But as I looked at the walls which constantly stared back at me, I realized that I left a prison of debts to a prison of depression due to my daughter's disappearance. My mind was a sandstorm of "what-ifs." Was I so distracted by the pleasure of my new life that I failed to see the danger stalking my daughter? My thankfulness has always been to Lucas and always working with Kayla but I didn't understand the algorithm. I didn't think of questioning the long hours or the s
LUCAS POV Reality was looking straight to my eyes but I couldn't look at it because of shame within me. I couldn't save the girl who brought in joy to my life. It was my point to play a superhero persona but I failed her over and over again. This reality made sleep move farther from me. I tried to look as human as possible but I'm seeing a ghost in my reflection. Trying not to accept this reality, I went to my winery and took out an ancient Vodka taking to my sofa in my office. I smiled manically as I saw different bottles of Vodka already emptied on that table. At that period, I didn't let anyone who is a stranger have access to my office til I figured out a way. I might permit staff but on serious matters that needs my attention. Looking at any available choice where there's none, I open the vodka bottle and pour it into my glass. I had to sip it little by little as I try to forget the whole scenario that is just befalling me. Since my current location is where Kayla mostly meets
KAYLA POV The room was brightly lit but my soul was in a huge concentration of darkness. Everyday felt like an unending curse to remain here as a trapped soul. These people have been bringing food and provisions on a daily basis but it felt like nothing to me. I just need freedom and to return to my past life. Even if I had conflict in terms of personal life, I realize that the conflict was a mere distraction. I couldn't shout or yell for help as it felt like I've been denied every opportunity to speak. As I was lost in thought, the door violently opened as the person who regularly brings in food came with his assigned duty. He dropped it quietly and moved towards the door but stopped automatically. "Enjoy your food and peace of mind while it still lasts", he said when stopped at the door without looking back. "What do you mean?" I struggled to voice out this question since my soul is thoroughly bruised. "You'll understand soon enough", he turned round to say it amidst mocking gi
DETECTIVE JOE POV From the information from the database unit, I knew where I'll be headed to. From my experience and knowledge, I knew that abandoned warehouses were one of the hideout spots for kidnapping cases. I didn't think about that direction but I'll work it out regardless. I asked about the location where they tracked it. After tracking, it was revealed that the location is around the metropolis of Time square. With that, I left that unit moving back to my office. I had to plan my moves there not to arouse any suspicion among anybody in that department. I had earlier told the database unit to keep every discovery to themselves while reporting to me only for security sake. They promised to do so while I just nodded. I didn't want to lose much time but to sprint into action ASAP. I took a normal car which is different from an official car we normally use. After reviving the car, I moved it towards Time square. Since the location wasn't really certain, I had to keep my eyes o
DETECTIVE JOE POV After my experience at the Chief's office, I realized that I couldn't rely on public opinion rather I have to let my detective's instinct to lead the way. But which way again? This question unconsciously led me to my office. The office felt a sense of uneasy silence. I didn't know what to do rather I had to fall back to my chair. If I am to evaluate my work, this should be one of the hardest cases I've ever dealt with. From the file, all the 6 officers were authentic, then who is the mole? This question keeps resounding in my way for a long time. Before such a perfect scene of crime is created, there must be someone on the inside. That's my belief which I refused to discard. At this point, I began doubting if I'm truly a Detective. I had to leave the office and walk through the hallway. At that point, I began looking at random things to an extent that I nearly lost myself. A voice brought me back to reality. It was the senior officer who I do confide in. Officer J







