INTERROGATE ME OFFICER

CHAPTER 3

I told myself it was for the promotion.

I told myself a hundred times on the walk down that hallway: Get the names, get the shield, get out.

But the second the cell door clanged shut behind me, every lie turned to ash on my tongue.

Jax was already watching the door like he’d been counting my heartbeats from the other side. Shirt gone. Cuffs still on, but the chain between his wrists was long enough now someone had loosened it. Dangerous mercy. His chest rose and fell slow, inked skin gleaming under the single bulb, eyes black with hunger.

“Tell me you’re not here to play good cop today,” he said, voice low and rough, like he’d spent the night growling my name in the dark.

I couldn’t speak. My throat was too tight, my panties already ruined.

He took one step. Then another. Until the heat of his bare skin licked across the front of my uniform.

“Say it, Esmeralda,” he murmured, tilting my chin up with two fingers. “Say why you’re really here.”

My lips parted. Nothing came out but a shaky breath.

He smiled, slow and filthy. “That’s what I thought.”

Then his mouth was on mine not gentle, not asking permission.Just taking. Tongue sliding deep, claiming every corner like he owned it. I moaned into him before I could stop myself, and he swallowed the sound, kissing me harder, teeth scraping my lower lip until I felt it between my legs.

His cuffed hands came up, chain cool against my throat as he cupped my face, angling me exactly how he wanted. I grabbed fistfuls of his skin, nails dragging down his chest, and he growled into my mouth, hips rolling forward so I could feel exactly how hard he already was.

“Still wearing too many clothes, baby,” he rasped against my lips.

He did’t wait. Fingers went to my belt, popping the buckle, dragging the zipper down. My pants slid to mid-thigh and he dropped to his knees in one smooth motion, mouth hot through the damp cotton of my panties.

“Fuck....Jax...”

He didn’t answer with words. Just hooked his cuffed hands behind my thighs and yanked me open, tongue pressing hard against the soaked fabric right over my clit. Once. Twice. Then he bit the edge of my panties and dragged them down with his teeth, the chain rattling between his wrists like filthy music.

Cool air hit wet skin. I whimpered.

“Look at you,” he breathed, voice reverent and wrecked. “Fucking dripping for a criminal. Tell me how bad you want my mouth.”

“Please,” slipped out before I could stop it.

He rewarded me instantly tongue flat and broad, licking one slow stripe from entrance to clit. My knees buckled. He pinned my hips to the wall with one forearm, spread me wider with the other, and devoured me like he’d been starving for years.

No teasing now. Just relentless, perfect pressure sucking my clit into his mouth, flicking fast, then slow, then fast again until my thighs shook and I could’t breathe. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, curling hard, stroking that spot that made my back arch off the wall.

“Jax...oh god..."

He hummed against me, the vibration shooting sparks up my spine. His fingers fucked me slow and deep while his tongue worked my clit in tight circles, and I was already climbing, already..

He pulled back just before I shattered.

I cried out in frustration, hips chasing his mouth.

“Not yet,” he growled, lips slick and swollen. “You come when I’m ready to let you.”

He stood, towering over me again, and fisted a hand in my hair not painful, just enough to tilt my head back so I had to look at him.

“On your knees, Officer.”

My body obeyed before my brain caught up. I sank down, hands braced on his thighs, mouth watering at the thick bulge straining his jeans.

He watched me with dark, hooded eyes while I dragged the zipper down with trembling fingers. His cock sprang free heavy, flushed, a bead of precum already glistening at the tip.I licked my lips without thinking.

“Open,” he ordered, voice ragged.

I did.

He fed himself into my mouth slow letting me feel every inch, until the head bumped the back of my throat and I moaned around him. The chain clinked softly as he gathered my hair in both cuffed hands, guiding me, fucking my mouth with shallow, controlled thrusts that turned filthy the second I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he hissed. “Take it like you were born for it.”

I was lost saliva dripping, eyes watering, thighs clenched so tight I was grinding against nothing. I wanted him to lose control. Wanted to taste him come apart.

He had other plans.

He pulled out suddenly, cock slick and shining, and hauled me up by the arms until I was pinned against the wall again.

“Not coming down your throat today,” he rasped against my ear. “When I come, it’s gonna be so deep inside you you’ll feel me for days.”

My answering whimper was embarrassing.

He spun me, pressed my chest to the cold concrete, kicked my legs wider. His fingers slid through my folds again, spreading me open, teasing my entrance until I was pushing back against him like a desperate thing.

“Beg,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“Please, Jax…please fuck me…”

“Louder.”

“Please fuck me, I need it, I need you…”

His low, satisfied laugh was the last thing I heard before he pushed two fingers deep and curled them hard, thumb circling my clit in the same rhythm.

I shattered instantly screaming into my own forearm, pussy clenching around his fingers, whole body shaking so hard he had to hold me up.

He kept stroking me through it, drawing it out until I was sobbing from overstimulation.

Then he leaned in, teeth grazing my shoulder, voice pure sin.

“That was just the warm-up, baby.

Tomorrow you’re getting the real thing.”

He pulled his fingers free, brought them to my lips. I sucked them clean without hesitation, tasting myself and him and everything forbidden.

The cell door buzzed (guard on the other side, shift change).

Jax stepped back, tucked himself away like nothing happened, but his eyes promised murder if anyone touched me.

I dragged my clothes on with shaking hands, legs barely working.

As the door opened, he called softly after me:

“Bring condoms tomorrow, Officer.

A whole fucking box.”