Chapter 2

Kane Ryder killed the headlights and parked two houses down from Veronica Voss’s sleek modern home. His heart pounded as he watched her lights turn off one by one, he couldn’t get her out of his head since the interrogation room.

“Fuck this,” he muttered, gripping the steering wheel, he slipped out of the car, moved through the shadows, and picked the lock on her back door.

Kane stepped inside quietly and made his way to her study. On her desk lay an open manuscript. He picked it up, eyes scanning the pages under the moonlight.

The words hit him hard:

“The detective slammed me against the bookshelf, his thick fingers plunging into my dripping cunt while his other hand choked my throat…”

A soft voice came from behind him. “Still breaking the rules after all these years, Kane?”

Kane spun around. Vera stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a thin black silk robe, she lit a cigarette with steady hands, the flame lighting up her piercing green eyes.

“You…” Kane narrowed his eyes. Something about her felt familiar, but the memory stayed just out of reach.

Vera took a slow drag, then exhaled smoke. “You really don’t remember me, do you? Westlake High, I sat two rows behind you in English class. Vera Voss. I had the biggest crush on you back then, you were the troubled bad boy every girl wanted, then you disappeared into rehab.”

Kane’s jaw tightened. “That was a long time ago, I don’t remember much from those years.”

Vera smiled, stepping closer. “I remember everything, especially you, And now here you are, breaking into my house, hard because of me.”

She let the robe fall. Her breasts and toned body were on full display. “So what are you going to do, Detective? Arrest your old classmate… or finally fuck me like I always wanted?”

Kane’s cock throbbed painfully. “This is dangerous, Vera.”

“Then why are you still here?” She walked right up to him, pressing her naked body against his. “I’ve been wet since the interrogation room, you want this pussy, don’t you?”

Kane grabbed her suddenly and slammed her back against the tall bookshelf. Books rattled, Vera moaned as his big hand wrapped around her throat.

“Fuck,” he growled. “You talk too much.”

His other hand dove between her legs, two thick fingers pushed deep into her soaked cunt.

“Oh shit,” Vera moaned loudly, hips bucking against his hand. “Yes, Kane. Finger my pussy harder. Is this how you solve all your cases? Breaking in and finger-fucking your suspect?”

Kane pumped his fingers faster, curling them inside her. “You’re so fucking wet. You’ve been thinking about this since high school?”

“Every night,” she gasped, green eyes locked on his. “While you were in rehab, I was writing about you, now give me that thick cock I’ve waited years for.”

Kane yanked his fingers out, spun her around, and shoved her harder against the bookshelf. He freed his thick cock and slammed into her dripping pussy in one brutal thrust.

“Fuuuck!” Vera cried out, nails digging into the wood. “You’re so deep, stretch me, Kane. Ruin your old classmate’s pussy.”

Kane groaned deeply as he fucked her hard from behind, one hand choking her throat, the other gripping her hip. “This what you wanted all those years? Getting fucked like a slut against your bookshelf?”

“Yes!” she moaned, pushing back to meet every powerful thrust. “Harder. Choke me while you destroy me, I’ve dreamed about your cock for so long.”

The bookshelf shook violently. Kane’s hips slapped loudly against her toned ass. “You’re so fucking tight, squeezing me like you never want me to leave.”

Vera’s legs started shaking. “I’m gonna squirt, Kane. Keep fucking me like that don’t stop.”

He tightened his grip on her throat and pounded even harder. Vera suddenly cried out, her body convulsing as she squirted hard down her thighs and onto the floor.

“Fuck yes!” she screamed. “Look what you made me do. You made me squirt all over my floor like a whore for you.”

Kane groaned and pulled out. “Bedroom.”

He dragged her by the hair to the bedroom and threw her onto the bed, vera turned quickly and got on all fours.

“No,” Kane growled. “Ride me reverse. I want to watch that ass bounce.”

Vera pushed him onto his back and straddled him reverse cowgirl. She sank down onto his thick cock with a long, satisfied moan.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, starting to ride him hard. Her toned ass bounced up and down, taking every inch. “Your cock feels so much better than I imagined back in high school. Victor’s cock was nothing compared to this.”

Kane groaned loudly, hands gripping her ass. “Ride me faster, you filthy bitch and tell me about that night while you fuck me.”

Vera slammed down harder, ass rippling. “I fucked him just like this. Rode him until he begged, but I didn’t kill him, Kane. Someone else was in the house after I left… or maybe I’m lying. Does knowing I might be dangerous make your cock even harder?”

Kane thrust up into her, groaning. “Fuck… you’re going to ruin me.”

Vera laughed breathlessly, riding him like she wanted to break him. “Come inside me, Detective, fill your old classmate’s pussy. Give me what I’ve wanted since high school.”

Kane grabbed her hips and slammed up into her, groaning deeply as he exploded. Thick ropes of cum shot deep inside her, filling her completely.

Vera moaned, grinding down to take every drop. “That’s it, fill me up.”

They collapsed together, breathing hard. Vera turned and looked at him, green eyes gleaming as she lit another cigarette.

“You know,” she whispered, tracing a finger down his scarred chest, “Victor wasn’t alone when I left. There was someone else there, someone who hated him more than I did.”

Kane’s eyes widened.

Vera took a slow drag, smiling sweetly. “But maybe I’m just saying that so you’ll come fuck me again tomorrow.”

She leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

“Either way, Kane… you’re already in too deep with me.”

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What would Kane do when he realized how dangerous this obsession had become?