INTERROGATE ME OFFICER

CHAPTER 4

I didn’t sleep a wink that night.

The sheets tangled around my legs like a clingy hug,my skin feverish and slick with sweat that had nothing to do with the humid air seeping through my cracked window. Every time I tried to close my eyes, his face flashed behind my lids those dark, predatory eyes, the wicked curve of his lips, the way his tongue had felt dragging slow and deliberate between my thighs. God, the memory alone made my core clench, a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly.

It was morning now. Sunlight sliced through the blinds in thin, accusing strips, mocking me as I lay sprawled on my back in my tiny apartment bed. I wasn’t on duty today thank fuck for that. No twelve-hour grind, no prying eyes from the precinct. Just me, alone with the ache he’d left behind, the one that refused to fade no matter how hard I tried to ignore it.

But ignoring it was impossible.

My hand drifted down my stomach almost without permission, fingers skimming the edge of my sleep shorts. I bit my lip, breath hitching as I remembered his voice in my ear: “That was just the warm-up, baby. Tomorrow you’re getting the real thing.” Tomorrow. Today. The promise echoed like a taunt, making my nipples harden against the thin tank top I’d worn to bed.

I slid my hand lower, dipping beneath the waistband, finding myself already soaked. A soft whimper escaped my throat as my fingers brushed my clit….swollen, sensitive, begging for release. I circled it slowly at first, imagining it was his tongue instead, hot and insistent, lapping at me like I was his favorite meal. My hips bucked up into my touch, chasing the friction, and I spread my legs wider, pretending his broad shoulders were wedged between them, holding me open.

“Jax,” I whispered to the empty room, voice breaking. In my mind, he was there—cuffed hands gripping my thighs, chains rattling as he buried his face deeper, sucking hard on my clit while his fingers pumped inside me, curling just right to hit that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I mimicked it now, sliding two fingers into my slick heat, thrusting in and out with desperate rhythm. The wet sounds filled the quiet space, obscene and intoxicating, pushing me higher.

My free hand shoved up my tank top, pinching my nipple hard, twisting it the way I imagined his teeth would…sharp, possessive. “Fuck…yes,” I gasped, back arching off the mattress. The fantasy sharpened: him pulling back just enough to growl against my skin, “Come for me, Esmeralda. Let me taste how bad you need this cock.” I fingered myself faster, thumb rubbing frantic circles over my clit, the pressure building like a storm, coiling tighter and tighter until…

I shattered with a muffled cry, clamping my thighs around my hand as waves of pleasure crashed through me, leaving me trembling and gasping. His name tumbled from my lips again, a broken mantra: “Jax… Jax…”

But it wasn’t enough. Not even close.

The orgasm left me hollow, aching for more—for him. The real thing. Not my fingers, not my imagination. Him. Thick and hard, stretching me, owning me.

I rolled out of bed on shaky legs, heart pounding like I’d just run a marathon. My reflection in the mirror was a mess: flushed cheeks, wild hair, eyes dark with need. I didn’t care. I yanked on the first clothes I could find…a loose tank, yoga pants that hugged my ass too well, sneakers. No bra. No panties. Just enough to get me out the door without drawing stares on the street.

The drive to the precinct was a haze of red lights and pounding pulse. I parked two blocks away, slipping through alleys until I reached the back entrance…the one reserved for maintenance, no cameras, no logs. My badge got me in quietly, and I moved like a shadow down the dim corridors, avoiding the main halls where voices echoed from morning briefings.

My breath came in short bursts as I neared the holding cells. The guard station was empty…shift change, probably. Perfect. I rounded the corner, and there he was.

Jax.

Pacing his cell like a caged lion, muscles rippling under his bare torso, the chain between his wrists swaying with each step. He stopped dead when he saw me, eyes locking on mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.

“Esmeralda,” he said, voice low and rough, stepping to the bars. “You’re not supposed to be here today.”

I swallowed hard, heat flooding my face…and lower. “I know.”

His gaze raked over me, taking in my disheveled state, the way my nipples poked against the thin fabric, the flush riding high on my chest. A slow, predatory smile curved his lips. “But you came anyway.”

“I… I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I whispered, stepping closer, hands trembling as I gripped the bars. “All night. This morning. I…I touched myself, Jax. Fantasizing about you. Your mouth, your fingers… but it wasn’t enough. I need you. Please. Fuck me. Right now. I’m begging you.”

His nostrils flared, eyes darkening to near-black. The chains clinked as he reached through the bars, fingers brushing my cheek, then trailing down my throat. “Say it again. Louder.”

“Please fuck me,” I begged, voice cracking with desperation. “I need your cock inside me. I need you to make me come like only you can.”

A low growl rumbled from his chest. “Keys. Now.”

I fumbled them from my pocket, unlocking the door with hands that shook so badly I almost missed the slot. It swung open, and he was on me in an instant…backing me into the cell, kicking the door shut behind us.

His mouth crashed down on mine, hungry and demanding, tongue thrusting deep as his cuffed hands roamed my body. He yanked my tank over my head in one rough pull, exposing my breasts to the cool air. “No bra,” he murmured against my lips, approval thick in his voice. “Good girl. You came ready for me.”

His head dipped, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I arched into him with a moan, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. “Jax...yes.."

He switched to the other side, biting just hard enough to send a jolt straight to my clit, while his hands shoved my yoga pants down my hips, taking them off in one swift motion. “No panties either,” he rasped, pulling back to look at me…naked, trembling, dripping for him. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Spread your legs.”

I did, bracing against the wall as he dropped to his knees again, chains rattling. His breath ghosted over my slick folds, making me shiver. “Look how wet you are,” he said, voice reverent. “All for me.” Two fingers parted me open, and then his tongue was there…lapping slow and deep, savoring every inch.

“Oh god....” My hips bucked, but he pinned me in place with one arm, devouring me like a man possessed. He sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue while his fingers slid inside, three this time, stretching me, fucking me hard and fast. The wet sounds mixed with my gasps, echoing off the concrete walls.

I came undone in minutes, screaming his name as my pussy clenched around his fingers, thighs quaking. He didn’t stop...kept licking through my orgasm, drawing it out until I was sobbing, oversensitive and begging for mercy.

Only then did he stand, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes blazing. “Turn around,” he ordered, voice gravel. “Hands on the wall.”

I obeyed, ass out, legs spread. He stepped behind me, jeans unzipping with a rasp that made my core throb. I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper…god knows where he got it…and then the thick head of his cock nudged my entrance.

“Tell me you want it,” he growled, teasing me with shallow thrusts, just the tip dipping in and out.

“I want it…please, Jax, fuck me hard…”

He slammed home in one brutal stroke, filling me so completely I saw stars. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. He pulled back and thrust again, setting a punishing rhythm, chains clinking with every snap of his hips.

I pushed back to meet him, the slap of skin loud and filthy. His cock hit deep, dragging over every sensitive nerve, building that pressure again impossibly fast. One hand snaked around, fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles while he fucked me senseless.

“Come on my cock, baby,” he rasped in my ear. “Let me feel you milk me.”

I shattered a second time, walls pulsing around him, crying out as pleasure ripped through me. He followed moments later, groaning my name like a curse, hips stuttering as he emptied inside me, buried to the hilt.

We slumped against the wall, breathing ragged, bodies slick with sweat. He pulled out slowly, disposing of the condom, then turned me in his arms, kissing me soft and deep, like he wasn’t done claiming me.

That’s when the cell door burst open.

Captain Harris stood there, face pale with shock, eyes wide as they took in the scene—me naked, Jax half-dressed, the air thick with sex.

“What the fuck?” he barked, voice echoing down the hall.