Chapter 4

Kane Ryder lay on Vera’s bed, chest still heaving, cum drying on his skin as Catherine kissed Vera deeply beside him. The redhead model licked the last drops of his cum from Vera’s lips before slipping out of bed with a jealous glance.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Catherine said, grabbing her clothes. “But don’t forget who was here first, Vera.”

The door clicked shut. Kane sat up slowly, reality crashing back in.

His phone buzzed again. Lena, another message.

“Second murder, same ice pick. Same MO, we need to talk. Now.”

“Fuck,” Kane muttered, pulling on his pants. Rain hammered against the windows as a storm rolled in.

Vera lit a cigarette, still naked, cum glistening on her full breasts. “Going back to your partner already?”

Kane grabbed his shirt. “There was another killing tonight, same as Victor. I’m coming back here after I check it out and you’re going to tell me everything.”

Two hours later, Kane returned, soaked from the storm. He didn’t knock, he pushed Vera’s door open and stormed inside.

Vera stood in her study in a thin silk robe, another cigarette between her fingers. “Back so soon, Detective? Couldn’t stay away from this pussy even with a dead body waiting?”

Kane slammed the door, water dripping from his battle-scarred body. “Another man is dead, Vera. Ice pick in the throat, cum on his chest. Stop fucking playing with me!”

Vera took a slow drag, green eyes flashing. “You think I did it? After I let you and Catherine use me tonight?”

Kane grabbed her throat and shoved her back against her writing desk. “I don’t know what to think anymore, but I know I can’t stop wanting you.”

Vera moaned, dropping her cigarette. “Then stop thinking, take what you want.”

Kane spun her around roughly, bending her over the desk. He yanked her robe up and spat directly on her tight asshole.

“You want it rough tonight?” he growled. “Fine.”

He pushed the thick head of his cock against her ass and slammed in deep in one brutal thrust.

“Fuuuuck!” Vera screamed, gripping the desk hard. “Your cock is splitting my asshole open!”

Kane groaned loudly as he buried himself balls-deep. “So fucking tight, this ass belongs to me now.”

He started pounding her hard, hips slapping loudly against her toned ass. One hand choked her throat from behind while the other slapped her ass red.

“Harder, Kane!” Vera moaned, pushing back. “Destroy my asshole. Choke me while you fuck me like the suspect I am.”

Kane spat on her back again, watching it run down as he slammed deeper. “You’re such a dirty fucking slut. Another man died tonight and you’re creaming all over my cock.”

Vera’s legs shook. “Yes! Slap me, use me.”

He slapped her ass harder, then reached around and slapped her full breasts. Vera cried out in pleasure, her pussy dripping down her thighs onto the floor.

Kane pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and lifted her onto the desk. He shoved her legs wide and slammed back into her pussy this time.

“Oh my god!” Vera screamed, nails digging into his shoulders. “You’re so deep. Fuck me like you hate me, Kane.”

He choked her harder, pounding her mercilessly. “I do hate you. I hate how much I need this pussy.”

Vera’s eyes rolled back. “Then hate-fuck me, make me squirt all over your cock.”

Kane fucked her faster, sweat pouring down both their bodies. Vera suddenly screamed, squirting hard all over his cock and the desk.

“Fuuuuck! I’m cumming so hard!”

He flipped her over again, bent her over the desk and fucked her from behind, then pulled her to the floor. Vera pushed him down and climbed on top, riding him like a woman possessed.

Her full breasts bounced wildly as she slammed down on his cock. “Look at you. My big strong detective, losing control because of my pussy.”

Kane groaned, gripping her hips. “Ride me harder, you filthy bitch.”

Vera rode him aggressively, nails raking down his scarred chest. “I’m going to break you, Kane. Just like I break all my men.”

She came again, screaming, pussy gushing. Kane couldn’t hold back anymore.

He flipped her onto her back, fucked her deep for a few more brutal strokes, then pulled out.

“Open your mouth,” he growled.

Vera fingered her own asshole while looking up at him with those dangerous green eyes. Kane stroked his throbbing cock furiously and exploded.

Thick ropes of cum painted her full breasts and beautiful face. Vera moaned, scooping some into her mouth and swallowing.

They lay there panting, covered in sweat, cum, and her squirt. The storm raged outside.

Vera wiped cum from her lips and looked at him seriously.

“I know who the real killer is, Kane,” she whispered. “It’s someone from your past. The man you put away ten years ago. He’s out, and he’s coming for both of us.”

Kane froze, heart hammering in his chest.

Vera smiled, cum still dripping down her tits.

“And the worst part? He knows exactly how much you’re fucking me.”

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What would Kane do when he realized the killer might already be watching them?