Mr. Cole, This Is Wrong.

Adrian Cole POV

I was carefully checking the victim, searching for any clue that would link him to the psycho behind this.

"Sir, we searched for the fingerprints, but they weren't registered."

The voice of the officer standing respectfully before me snapped my attention.

I spoke sharply, making the man in front of me swallow hard:

"What is the meaning of this?"

He said, looking at me solemnly:

"We found similar fingerprints on the previous nine victims too, and they weren't registered either."

I said, enraged, as I looked at the girl lying before me. She was only fourteen years old, which fueled my fury.

"The damned bastard thinks he can get away with it."

"And also..." the man said calmly.

"Also what?"

He swallowed nervously before speaking, his voice trembling:

"The semen found inside the girl, it was stolen."

I barked angrily:

"What?"

I yelled at the man in front of me:

"How the hell did that happen?"

I grabbed the officer's collar and tightened my grip:

"That was the only lead we had connecting us to this scumbag."

I hissed, gritting my teeth. He tried to free himself from my giant hold:

"How could you lose such crucial evidence?"

The man struggled, choking, his face turning blue. I controlled my temper before I could kill this innocent man. I released him, throwing him to the ground.

"Mr. Cole, you're choking me!"

The man knelt, coughing and gasping for breath.

I violently tore the gloves off my hands and stormed toward the police assembly area, which was just a tent.

"Adrian Cole, where are you going?"

The person standing in front of me demanded when he saw me grabbing my coat in a fit of rage. I glared at him fiercely:

"Lucas Hart, shut your mouth before I rearrange your damn face."

I walked out, leaving my friend behind, and headed straight to the house near the crime scene.

I opened the door quietly and closed it behind me. I crept up to the bedroom, closing the door carefully. I looked at her; she was sleeping messily, her hair scattered across her face, the blanket twisted around her waist, revealing her feet beneath it.

I stripped off my shirt and moved closer to her. I lay down beside her and pulled her gently toward me, wrapping my arms around her slender waist, burying my head in her neck, and inhaling her scent with a low grunt of pleasure.

I felt something strange. This was the first time I had ever slept peacefully with someone. Despite my constant insomnia, I drifted into a deep sleep, with that little troublemaker nestled in my arms.

I woke up to Clara's sharp scream:

"You were lying on my bed half-naked..."

I blinked quickly to fully regain my awareness.

"You're just imagining things, Clara."

She said in a nervous tone, trying to sound as confident as possible:

"Why are you sleeping here?"

I asked with authority, getting up:

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"You are truly shameless."

She stated bluntly. I looked at her, a smirk playing on my lips.

"I know."

I said mockingly, moving toward her. She backed away with every step I took until her body hit the wall.

"Do you like what you see?"

My large body caged her against the wall. I moved closer, wrapping my hands around her waist, crushing her breasts against my chest. I lowered my head to meet her level.

I exhaled a warm breath against her lips, making her womanhood clench in reaction. My gaze flickered between her eyes and her mouth; she was looking at me hazily.

I spoke right against her lips, which brushed against mine when she talked:

"You make me act badly."

I pressed my lips against hers in a soft kiss. She tried to push me away, but I pinned her hands above her head and plunged deep into her mouth.

I squeezed her waist lightly. She opened her mouth in a moan, and I seized the opportunity, shoving my tongue inside to explore its depth freely.

Her eyes grew heavy, barely able to stay open. She closed them, enjoying the feeling of my tongue inside her mouth.

"Respond to me."

I urged, sucking on her tongue lustfully. She didn't realize she was kissing me back until she did. I freed her hands and lifted her. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she encircled my neck with her hands, pressing her firmly against the wall. I felt my erection pressing into her womanhood.

The little one was completely intoxicated, her tongue dancing hotly with mine. My hard-on pierced her underwear. I sucked on her upper lip, then her lower.

I roughly squeezed her bottom with my hands. She let out a muffled moan into my mouth, signaling her enjoyment. I ran my fingers through her long hair, pulling on it hard.

I carried her to the bed and set her down without breaking our savage kiss. I climbed on top of her. My hand roughly grasped her neck, while the other explored the curves of her body freely.

When she ran out of air, she hit my chest to stop me, but I ignored her. I sucked on the length of her tongue, a faint whimper escaping her mouth.

I muttered between breaths, sucking her tongue one last time before pulling back:

"Damn it..."

We both gasped loudly, trying to catch our stolen breath, but I immediately resumed ravaging her neck, planting wet kisses down my path as I moved lower. She was lost in the ecstasy, completely unaware, grabbing my hair as I started kissing and biting her collarbone.

"Delicious..."

I said, pulling off her shirt. When she was under me wearing only her black bra, my eyes darkened with desire.

I moved my kisses down to her bare skin, leaving a trail of my saliva wherever I kissed. When my hand slipped to unhook her bra, she grabbed my hand, stopping me.

"Mr. Cole, this is wrong."