Chapter 6

"Where are we?"

Lyla's question goes unanswered as I stare at the dark house. Cop lights flash, and flashlight beams swirl like lasers through the chilly night air. There are too many of them for me to get as close as I'd like. I eye Lyla, who's watching the scene unfold. She's still in her pantsuit from the day she'd spent undercover for me.

The police presence is more than I'd expect from Crows Hollow. Impressive, really.

Even though he's killing those who received punishment, they're still fucking scum. And for that, he deserves praise. From what I've seen, he's got the cops chasing their tails. Which I can't deny I love.

Still, I want to know why. Capturing him is going to be tricky.

Lyla sighs, exasperated and exhausted, in the seat next to me.

I almost reach for her. To comfort her. But that's not who I am. And she knows it.

She's used to it.

However, I worry she doesn't get all she needs from me. This was never an issue I had before. Worrying about the comfort level and happiness of others isn't something I care to do, nor do I like to do it.

But Lyla is different.

I've watched her become my little blade of death. Wielding her fills my chest with a thrill unlike anything else I've ever experienced. When she's covered in blood, eyes lit with fury, my cock spearing through her pussy with our prey beneath her, she's as beautiful as the Goddess of War.

"This is Sarah Smith's house. She just got out of lock-up early," I finally answer Lyla, splitting the ringing silence in the car.

"How do you know that?" she asks, narrowing her eyes on me.

"I knew he'd come for her. I planned on catching him in the act, but I hadn't thought he'd kill her so soon. I thought he'd plan longer. Take his time." My eyes travel away from Lyla, who is still glaring at me, and watch the gathering madness beyond the tapeline of the crime scene.

I assess each person, looking for a familiar sinful edge in their eyes as they watch the police scuffling this way and that.

"Do you think he's here?" Lyla asks with a yawn following her question.

That she could yawn right now proves how desensitized my stupid little nurse has become to death and murder. Pride rises in my chest, causing me to shift in my seat.

"I do. But where is the question."

Each onlooker seems as plain as the next person. None have the same presence to them as what I recognize as a kindred spirit in Lyla. The same looming insanity we both share.

Lyla's phone rings, and she growls before answering it.

"Agent Black," she spouts, voice lifting in tone.

Something about our game sparks a heat low in my body. My cock stiffens as I watch her work her finger over her thigh in circles. She's my chess piece. One the cops don't know I have.

The urge to take her phone and shatter it while fucking her right here under the flashing blue and red lights is nearly breathtaking, but I stow it and remain quiet.

"Yeah, I'm actually nearby. I can be there in a few minutes," she tells whomever is on the other end of the line. "Mmm, see you then."

She hangs up the call, letting her head fall back, and another grumble escapes her perfectly pouty lips. "Fucking assholes never sleep, do they?"

I smirk. "No, they don't. It's why we're so careful, you and me."

"But we're not killing these people. I still don't understand why you care if he's using your M.O., Neo."

My hand twitches to wrap around her throat. "And you wouldn't, would you, stupid girl?"

Her pupils dilate, and she shifts in her seat.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I motion for her to come to me. "Come here."

It's all the command she needs. She crawls across the middle console, landing over me, straddling me, and nearly strangling me with the aura of need pulsing around her.

"I know you're tired, but I need you to do this for me. And if you be my good little girl, I'll let you kill him."

Her lips spread, and a husky groan passes between them. "Really?"

There it is.

The insanity I caused in her. The instability that I love to tend. To poke at when I'm bored.

"Really."

She leans forward. Her lips drift over mine, her madness leaking into me like a fucking aerosol drug. "And you'll let me come on his face as he takes his dying breath?"

I had said that, hadn't I? I love to taunt my stupid girl with omens of promise.

"Stupid girl, you can do whatever you like with his corpse if you behave yourself."

She has me right where she wants me, and she fucking knows it.

I'm hard beneath her, and my cock aches to drive its way home. The nearby threat of being caught by any passing police officers is like a shot of adrenaline to my heart. I'm high off her and the idea of being thrown right back into the asylum she sprung me from.

"I need you," she whimpers, and it breaks the speck of control I have left.

Reaching between us, I unbutton her pants and rip them straight past the zipper. They're ruined now. But I don't care. I'll take her home to change afterward.

One hand slides her thin, lace thong to the side, freeing her pussy.

She doesn't squeak in surprise; she's used to me now.

I slide my other hand under the shredded pants and find the raised brand on her ass cheek—my name.

As I rub over it, Lyla works me out of my pants.

She bends her head and lifts over me to guide me home, growling in frustration at the lack of space we have to move.

"Calm down, stupid girl."

Reaching down, I recline the seat some to give her more room. What I wouldn't give to flip her over and thrust into her tight cunt. Fuck, what I'd give to bend her over the hood and let them all watch.

But I have to keep a lid on that Neo because that Neo will surely land himself back in the asylum without the mayor as his friend, without a stupid girl crawling to him with pills on her tongue to cure his madness.

When I help her line my cock up, she pants, heaving greedy breaths.

"How long have you been wet for me?" She's so worked up. This isn't from the last few moments in this car together; it's pent-up.

She's starving.

"All fucking day. My entire goddamn life," she breathes.

She finally sits on me. My cock impales her and stretches its way through the muscles and walls that I love to beat against.

I sit up slightly, and she wraps her arms around my neck.

I lay back again, taking her with me as she rides my cock.

"Your cunt is greedy tonight, stupid girl." My grunts of pleasure get louder when a police officer walks past the driver's door.

The windows are fogging, and soon, there won't be anything left to the imagination. They'll know what's going on inside this car.

"I need more. God, I need you deeper."

I growl, biting her lip and tasting her blood. "This is all you fucking get. Fuck me harder."

She grabs onto the seat behind my shoulders for leverage, straightening so she can ride back and forth on me.

My eyes nearly cross.

When I reach up to wrap my hand around her throat, she lets her head fall back, beckoning.

I smile, dark and menacing. "Too bad I can't kill you tonight, my stupid little whore. Too many prying eyes."

"Close. Take me close," she begs, and I squeeze.

Her eyes grow frantic as her orgasm builds and her lungs burn.

"There's a good girl. Ride my fucking cock like you mean it," I snarl out through gritted teeth.

Her hips gyrate, pussy gripping me as she glides up and down my shaft.

"You only have a few more seconds," I warn. "You'd better come for me. I can't bring you back this time, stupid girl."

There are far too many officers surrounding us for me to perform the CPR she taught me to do when she needs to be taken to the underworld when she needs to be reminded of what lies on the other side.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock," I taunt, though I can feel her walls fluttering with the oncoming explosion. It's milking me, and my abdomen tightens in mirroring spasms. The impending climax blinds us both to the surrounding danger, and we violently fuck until the car is rocking, waving at the police on the scene like a big red flag.

I come with a roar as her orgasm sucks my cock dry. I thrust upward, emptying myself inside her as I let her throat go slowly.

She collapses on my chest, and I wrap my arms around her.

We both take a moment to return to baseline, and I know she's soaking up the few moments of bliss she can before I wall myself off again.

After she takes me so high, I can't hold her at arm's length like I like to. She gets mere moments of the man beneath the monster's facade. Who knows if they're enough to keep her going for the rest of our lives?

Because she'll never be with another. If she ever tires of me, she'll be disposed of. She knows it as well as I do.

"I'm going to need new clothes to go to the crime scene," she says, leaning back and kissing me.

The kiss turns deadly, raw, and heated.

My tongue brands over hers, encircling her moan and drinking it down like sustenance for the hungry monster in my veins. I grip her branded ass cheek with one hand, curling the other around her nape as I tilt my head and kiss her deeper.

If she moves an inch, she'll find I'm hard inside her again.

Not that we have time to continue if we're going to catch whoever is framing me.

"I'll take you back home," I say after peeling myself away from her intoxicating lips.

She nods, eyes filled with dumbstruck awe as she hisses and pulls off my cock.

We pull away from the curb, my eyes catching on those of a man standing at the base of the staircase. He's holding a box of what looks like booties for those entering the murder scene to slip on.

In that split-second, I register something.

Something familiar.

I toss it away as my mind jumbles from fucking Lyla in such an exposed way.

Once we're home, Lyla and I wash off quickly, and she redresses.

"I'll be back soon," she tells me, kissing me on her tiptoes before turning toward the door for her keys.

I grab the back of her hair and twirl her back around.

Her eyes, though shocked for a moment, grow heady as I tug her to me for a more prolonged kiss. One that says the things that I cannot.

"Find him and bring him to me, stupid girl. So we can have some fun."

She nods in my hold. "Yes, sir."

As she"d intended, a tingle works its way up my spine at the term. Then she's off.

As her lights tug away from the drive, I reach my laptop.

To search the database for all Crows Hollow CSI division employees.

If there's one thing about me that's always right, it's my gut.

My gut says the man I spotted on our way out didn't belong.