chapter four

THE BAD COP

RAVEN

"There you are. You really thought you could outrun me," the cop grunted, pressing his heavy knee straight into the small of my back.

The cold asphalt scraped against my cheek as he pinned me down, pulling my arms back with a rough, practiced efficiency. The sharp click-clack of the metal handcuffs locking around my wrists echoed in the empty alley before he yanked me up by my collar.

"Come on. That's enough for the night, pretty thief. Move it."

He gave me a hard shove forward, his heavy hand resting flat on the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my skin like a collar. We walked out of the shadowed alley and onto the lit sidewalk toward his unmarked cruiser.

The woman I had mugged was standing by the passenger side, her makeup smeared as she clutched her recovered purse to her chest.

"Oh, thank you, officer. I really would have lost everything if you weren't close by." Her tear-filled eyes burned with rage as she glared at me. "Curse you, boy. Can't you look for anything else to do other than stealing?"

I kept my chin down, breathing heavily through my nose, my pulse hammering in my ears.

"Don't worry, ma'am," the officer said, his deep voice carrying a dark, smooth edge that made a strange chill run down my spine. His hand tightened on the back of my neck, squeezing just hard enough to make me wince. "I'll discipline him so he won't repeat such an act again."

"Make sure he learns his lesson," she spat, turning on her heel and hurrying down the street.

The moment she was out of sight, the cop dragged me toward the back door of his cruiser. He opened it, palmed the top of my head, and shoved me roughly into the back seat. The leather was cold against my bare arms, smelling heavily of stale coffee, sweat, and cheap cologne.

He didn't get into the front seat.

Instead, the officer stepped into the back with me, pulling the heavy door shut. The child locks engaged with a heavy, final thud, sealing us inside the dimly lit car.

He towered over me in the cramped space, his dark uniform stretched tight across his broad chest. His badge gleamed under the streetlights outside.

"You've got quite the file, boy," he rasped, his eyes trailing down my body, taking in my disheveled clothes and bound hands. He reached out, his heavy gloved hand gripping my jaw, tilting my face up until I was forced to look into his dark, unforgiving eyes.

"A pretty boy like you isn't going to survive in a holding cell," he murmured, his thumb rubbing roughly over my lower lip. "Lucky for you, I'm feeling generous tonight. We can either go down to the station... or you can take your punishment right here."

"Option B," I rasped, my voice trembling as my breath hitched in my chest. "I'll take option B."

A low, dark chuckle vibrated in his chest. "Smart boy," he growled.

He didn't waste another second. He reached for his belt, the heavy leather snapping loudly in the tight space of the cruiser. Metal clinked violently as he unbuckled his duty belt and tossed it onto the front floorboard.

He grabbed my bound wrists from behind my back, yanking me forward until my chest slammed against his uniform. My chin scraped against his metallic badge, cold and biting, right before his heavy hand clamped around my throat. His fingers squeezed, cutting off my air and forcing my mouth open in a desperate gasp for oxygen.

"You're going to learn what happens when you cross my territory, thief," he growled into my ear, his breath hot and smelling of cheap coffee.

With his free hand, he grabbed the collar of my shirt and tore it down the middle. The fabric ripped violently, exposing my bare chest and ribs to the cold air inside the car. He didn't ask. He didn't use foreplay. He hauled me over his lap, forcing my face down into the leather seat while my hands remained pinned in the handcuffs behind my spine.

My hips were pushed up into the air, completely exposed.

"Officer, please—"

"Shut the fuck up," he cut me off, bringing his heavy palm down across my ass with a loud, stinging CRACK.

The sharp impact echoed inside the sealed cruiser, sending an electric jolt of white-hot heat straight down my thighs. I gasped against the leather, my toes curling inside my shoes. Before the burn could fade, he struck me again, hard enough to leave a red, throbbing mark across my skin.

"Look at you," he rasped, his voice dropping an octave as he heard my breathy whimper. "A filthy little pickpocket getting hard while getting disciplined in the back of a squad car."

He yanked the waist of my pants down to my knees in one violent tug. The cool interior air hit my exposed, sensitive skin, making every goosebump stand on end.

He reached down, his thick fingers slicking themselves with a pocket lube he pulled from his vest. Without warming me up, without warning, he thrust two thick fingers straight into my tight ass.

A choked scream tore from my throat, but the heavy leather seat muffled the sound. He didn't ease into it. He worked his fingers inside me with a rough, brutal pace, stretching my walls open while his thumb dug into the small of my back, pinning me flat.

"You like this, don't you?" he growled, bending down so his face was inches from my ear. "You steal from innocent women because you're begging for someone to put you in your place."

He pulled his fingers back out, leaving me open, aching, and shivering.

I heard the harsh sound of his zipper pulling down. He reached beneath my hips, hoisted my waist up higher, and aligned his thick, throbbing cock directly against my stretched entrance.

"Hold on, pretty boy," he rasped. "This is where your sentence begins."

With one heavy, unforgiving drive, he shoved his full length straight into my tight heat.