Reckless Love {Dangerous Passion}

Faint chimes echoed through the air, but Landon couldn't pinpoint their source. He struggled to keep his eyes open, but his weary body demanded rest. With sheer determination, he rose and leaned on the sofa arm for support. His vision was hazy and he groped his way towards his study, feeling the ground sway beneath him. A carpet snagged his foot and he stumbled, wincing in pain, struggling to stand once more. He finally made it to his desk, only to hear the sound stop for a second time. His sight failing him, head throbbing, Landon felt his strength draining away and was unable to move. The incessant ringing of his phone seemed to urge him to answer, but he could not reach it. Collapsing to the ground, he slipped into unconsciousness.The following morning, Landon awoke amidst a pile of papers, news articles, and books. His desk had tipped over and he felt a sharp ache in his knee and arm. His phone rang from beneath the clutter, thankfully undamaged. He checked the caller ID and

She suppressed the lump in her throat, her eyes teared up, "Landon, I tried to convince myself that each strike from you would be the last, that it was a mere mistake, but I tried...""But you still love me," he interjected, taking her warm, soft hands in his, feeling her tremble. He ignored it, slowly caressing her soft hand with his. He had missed her - the softness of her skin, her sweet lips, her perfect breasts, her nipples, her soft moans, and most of all, her beautiful tight pussy that was uniquely crafted for him. He could still vividly picture how it looked - her pubic hair, brown, bushy, soft, gathered around and across her soft flesh, and how it tasted as he licked her, drank in her wetness, nibbled and sucked on it like his life depends on it. Fuck yeah! His whole life depends on it. He missed her scent, her hair, everything about Laurie - everything about the woman sitting in front of him.He yearned to be inside her, his body fiercely responding to her mere presence in

The officer behind her nodded, jotting down notes.She slowly ascended the stairs and walked carefully into the bedroom to get a closer look at the woman lying dead on the bed. She took a few steps closer, mentally reconstructing the crime scene. She imagined the couple lying on the bed, enjoying themselves when the doorbell rang. The man likely went to answer it and was killed, followed by the perpetrator going upstairs to murder the woman and escape.Shaking her head, she looked at the victim again."Ma'am?!" a male officer's voice called.She looked up, "What is it?" "The officers presented something to me," he said, revealing a pocket knife and a broken bottle that the killer used to commit the crime, neatly placed in a bag.She took the evidence from him, dismissed him, and turned her attention to the female victim. Studying her for a moment, she considered the possibility of an intruder or robber breaking into the home and attacking the couple. The woman was killed in a rush,

He tried again, and still, nothing.On the third try, the car finally roared to life. Landon breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he had to get to the nearest petrol station as soon as possible, as the fuel gauge indicated that it was running low and would not last more than half an hour.Taking a deep breath, Landon said a silent prayer and pressed down on the accelerator.The murder was a chaotic affair yet executed with precision. Shards of glass littered the scene, leaving little in the way of clues. However, a constable stumbled upon a small three-centimeter blade, believed to be the murder weapon used on Miss Laurie. The blade bore the tell-tale signs of blood, dried and caked onto its surface, silently resting on the floor beside the bed.Tammy returned to the site of the crime, determined to do her duty as an investigator. The murder was nearly flawless, save for the one piece of evidence: the blood-stained blade. However, such cases can be challenging, as a weapon alone does no

Few hours later, the silence that swept the room made him feel unease as a pair of eyes were glued to him waiting eagerly to hear his confession.He swallowed nervously as his gaze was glued to only that person who have the power either to persecute or free him. Landon mouth opened, and his mind wander back to that night he killed her at 11:45pm or thereabout. she was his exodus, his departure from ordinary into something more, he just wanted to take the file the evidence she already had and leave there like he never came. He had walked quietly into their apartment even though he fought off the uneasiness he got from the silence of the building, Landon knew he would not received a warm welcome if he had used the door since he is the culprit she had been desperately searching for, for four years, but to make himself feel at home he made it in through their fence. Landon had noticed her husband car wasn't in the compound, as he silently walked into their room towards the directio