Page 110 of Snitches and Serpents

Fuck, I need to get this dress off her. I need to feel her naked body against mine.

Elle slips her hands down to the back of my neck, pressing my mouth harder against hers as she kisses me with such desperation that my heart skips several beats. I slide my free hand up her thigh, pushing the skirt of her dress up towards her hip. A shudder rolls through her body at the touch.

Fire burns through my veins.

I reach her hip and curl my fingers around the top of her lace panties. She whimpers into my mouth, and grinds against me again. My cock aches with need for her. I start sliding her panties down her hip and?—

The door bursts open.

Dropping Elle back down on the floor, I whip around and get ready to murder whoever it is that dared to interrupt us.

But then I freeze.

For a few seconds, I can’t comprehend what it is that I’m seeing.

Four police officers charge in through the door. Two of them with weapons raised.

Behind me, Elle lets out a cry of surprise. Clothes rustle as she no doubt yanks the skirt of her dress back down again. But I can’t turn around to look at her because my brain is still stuck on the fact that four policemen now surround us.

“You,” one of them says, his eyes locked on me. “Slowly step away from the wall and out into the middle of the room.”

I quickly sweep my gaze over them, but it takes less than a second to make a decision. I’m not stupid enough to fight four police officers. Especially not when they have guns.

So I slowly walk a few steps out onto the floor.

“On your knees and lace your fingers behind your head,” the same guy orders.

I lower myself to my knees and raise my hands behind my head.

By the wall, Elle stands frozen in shock, staring at the scene before her with wide eyes.

“Search it,” the policeman says, and jerks his chin at his colleagues.

The two guys without guns immediately fan out and start searching through the room while the one giving orders holsters his gun and pulls out a pair of handcuffs.

Ice spreads through my veins.

The bag of drugs is in here.

Fuck.

How did this even happen?

The policeman in charge takes my wrists one at a time and moves them behind my back, while the fourth guy remains standing in front of me with his gun trained on my chest. Cold metal presses against my skin as the leader handcuffs my hands behind my back.

Right as he is walking back around me, one of the other two calls out, “Here!”

Dread washes through me as I twist my head to see him pulling out the small black bag from its hiding place behind a stack of chairs in the corner.

“Well, well, well,” a new voice says from the doorway.

I snap my gaze towards the sound of the voice.

A fifth policeman walks into the room with lazy, confident steps. He has brown hair and gray eyes, and a very neutral sort of face that makes it difficult to tell how old he is. Maybe somewhere around thirty?

“Would you look at that?” he says, his eyes locked on me.

He’s looking at me as if he knows exactly who I am. I’ve had some run ins with the cops in this city, but I’m pretty sure that I have never met this guy before.

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