Chapter 5

Kane Ryder stood in Vera’s study, chest still heaving, cum still dripping down her full breasts as her words hit him like a punch.

“I know who the real killer is, Kane,” Vera whispered, green eyes locked on his. “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. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Vera smiled, wiping a streak of his cum from her nipple and licking it off her finger. “You heard me. He knows exactly how much you’re fucking me, he’s been watching us.”

Kane grabbed her arm, pulling her closer. “Who is he, Vera? Tell me right now.”

Before she could answer, the lights in the house flickered. The storm outside raged harder, a loud crash came from the living room.

Kane pulled his gun. “Stay behind me.”

They moved through the dark hallway together. Vera pressed close to his back, still naked, her breath warm on his neck.

A figure stepped out from the shadows in the living room — tall, scarred face, eyes burning with hatred. It was Marcus Hale, the man Kane had put away for murder ten years ago.

“You,” Kane growled, gun raised. “You’re supposed to be locked up.”

Marcus smiled coldly. “Good behavior, Detective, and a little help from the outside. I see you’ve been busy fucking my favorite writer, she was supposed to be mine.”

Vera stepped forward. “Marcus. You killed Victor, and the second one, all to frame me and get to Kane.”

Marcus laughed. “Smart girl. I wanted him to suffer. Watching him fall for you was perfect. Now I get to kill you both.”

Kane fired, but Marcus ducked and charged. The two men crashed into the furniture. Fists flew, Kane took a hard punch to the jaw but landed a brutal elbow that dropped Marcus.

Vera grabbed a heavy lamp and smashed it over Marcus’s head, he went still.

Kane cuffed him quickly, breathing hard. “It’s over.”

Vera stood there naked, breathing fast. “For now.”

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The storm calmed as police lights flashed outside. Lena arrived with backup and took Marcus away.

Later, after everyone left, Kane found Vera on the balcony overlooking the ocean. She wore only a silk robe, open at the front. The moon lit her icy-blonde hair.

“You could have told me sooner,” Kane said, stepping behind her.

Vera turned, pressing her body against his. “Would you have believed me? Or would you have just kept fucking me?”

Kane kissed her hard, lifting her onto the balcony railing. “Both.”

He pushed the robe off her shoulders. It fell to the floor. Kane dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs, licking her soaked pussy hungrily.

“Oh fuck, Kane,” Vera moaned, fingers in his hair. “Eat my pussy, taste how wet you make me.”

He licked her clit fast, then sucked it into his mouth. Vera’s legs shook.

“Yes! Just like that. You’re so good with your tongue, Detective.”

Kane stood up, turned her around, and bent her over the railing. He rubbed his thick cock along her dripping folds before pushing inside her pussy raw and deep.

“God, you’re so wet,” he groaned, starting to fuck her slow and hard.

Vera pushed back against him. “Deeper. Fuck me deep, Kane. I want to feel every inch while I look at the ocean.”

He gripped her hips and thrust harder, the sound of their bodies mixing with the waves below. “You’re dangerous, Vera. But I can’t stop.”

“Then don’t stop,” she moaned. “Cum inside me, fill me while I confess everything.”

Kane fucked her faster, one hand reaching around to rub her clit. “Tell me.”

“I didn’t kill them,” she gasped, voice breaking with pleasure. “But I knew Marcus was coming, he used me to draw you out, but I wanted you to protect me… and I wanted your cock.”

Kane slapped her ass. “You manipulative little slut.”

“Yes!” Vera cried. “I’m your slut, now fuck me harder, make me cum on this balcony.”

He pounded her deep, choking her lightly from behind. Vera came hard, moaning loudly into the night, her pussy squeezing him tight.

Kane pulled out, turned her around, and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him as he slid back inside her, fucking her against the railing.

“Look at me while I cum,” he growled.

Vera stared into his eyes, green and dangerous. “Cum inside me, Kane. Fill your dangerous woman.”

He thrust deep and exploded, groaning as he pumped thick cum into her. They stayed locked together, breathing heavy, ocean waves crashing below.

After a long moment, Kane set her down, he looked at her, torn.

“I should arrest you,” he said quietly. “For withholding evidence, for everything.”

Vera smiled softly, cum leaking down her thigh. “You could, or you could let me go. Choose one, Kane.”

Kane watched as Vera picked up her robe and walked back inside. She stopped at the door and looked back.

“Some women are sharper than any ice pick, Detective.”

Kane stood alone on the balcony, her cum still warm on his cock, knowing he’d never be free of her.

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Would he chase her… or let her disappear into the night?