Page 49 of Deadly Oath

Sabrina is lying on her stomach, still tied, panting for breath. I look at her, all flushed skin and tangled hair, and the temptation to leave her tied like this all night long is almost irresistible.

But that would mean I would need to stay the night, and that’s a line I’m not ready to cross. Not yet.

I see her looking at me warily, as if she’s wondering if I’m going to do just that. I get up slowly, sliding one hand over the curve of her ass as I take in the sight of my cum pearling at her entrance, dripping slowly out of her flushed, swollen pussy.

“You’re going to stay like this while I go clean up, princess,” I tell her, sliding my fingers down to push the cum dripping out of her back inside. Sabrina lets out a mewling whimper at the feeling of my fingers sliding into her, and I hold them there for a moment, thrusting slightly as her ass raises up to meet me. “Good girl,” I murmur. “Already ready to take me again.”

I slide my fingers out of her, circling around to hold them to her lips. Her head is sideways against the pillows, her damp blue eyes looking up at me, and my cock twitches, swelling as she obeys, licking my cum off of my fingers.

“I’ll untie you when I’m done,” I promise, and she lets out a small whimper of protest, but says nothing else. I’ve exhausted her, and just that thought is enough to make me stiffen further, half hard, as I walk to the shower.

When I come back out twenty minutes later, she’s still lying on her stomach. She hasn’t made an effort to roll over, and a smile spreads across my lips as I take in the sight of her, spread and waiting for me. Her eyes are closed, and I walk a little closer to the edge of the bed.

“Are you asleep, princess?” I ask quietly, and her eyes flutter open. She looks at me, shaking her head softly, and my cock stiffens, the tip slapping against my abdomen as my arousal roars back to life.

“I was going to head home,” I murmur, my gaze sweeping over her again. “But I think I’ll fuck you one more time, first.”

She lets out a small, exhausted moan, and I slide onto the bed, my aching cock in my fist as I guide it back inside of her.

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There’sno fucking way I can concentrate on my work, the next morning. My mind is full of the image of Sabrina tied to her bed, coming for me as I used her, and of how I fucked her, limp and exhausted, one more time before untying her and going home.

I hadn’t expected her to enjoy what I wanted to do to her so thoroughly. She came again for me when I used her after the shower, helplessly fluttering around my cock as she moaned her pleasure into the pillow. I’d tucked her into bed before I left, brushing her hair away from her face and kissing her before warning her to keep my cum inside of her until the morning. The thought of her sleeping with so much of it inside of her has me straining against my zipper as I stare at my computer, trying to make sense of reports while thinking about Sabrina dripping with my cum.

I need to see her again. Tonight, maybe. I know my own intentions are getting away from me, and that I’m in danger of falling into the same trap that I set for my little rabbit. I’d known it would feel good, when I finally had her—but I hadn’t realized justhowgood it would be.

It feels like a drug. Intoxicating, overwhelming, a rush like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I have to be careful, or I’ll lose control.

A knock at my office door jolts me out of my thoughts. I shift my chair, so I’m closer to my desk, hiding the obvious ridge straining against my zipper, and call out for whoever is outside to come in.

One of the other officers, a guy whose name I recall being Eric Miller—mid-twenties, dark hair, a nervous disposition—steps inside. “Sheriff Brady?”

The title still startles me, sometimes. It feels like a shirt thatdoesn’t quite fit, and I shove down my irritation at being interrupted. “What is it?”

“You told us to keep an eye out for anyone else similar to that man you brought in. Well, we saw a couple of guys out at the edge of town who fit the description.” He pushes a printed-out photo across my desk towards me. “Rough-looking guys, not anyone that’s familiar, or been seen around here before.”

My stomach clenches as I look down at the photo. There’s no doubt in my mind, the minute I see it, that these men have something to do with the one I caught sneaking around Sabrina’s house.

“Did you see where they were headed?” I look up at Miller, anger curdling my stomach.

“I think they were going back out of town. Josh saw them heading back towards the highway. But other than that, I’m not really sure. They didn’t seem to be doing anything out of the ordinary, just driving around, but?—”

“Get a couple officers patrolling the road into town,” I snap, shoving the photo back toward him. “If you see anyone else fitting that description, I want to know. And I want them stopped and questioned. Bring them into the station if there’s any resistance.”

“Are you sure that’s—” Miller breaks off as he sees my expression, and nods quickly, grabbing the photo. “On it, boss.”

I reach for my phone the moment he’s out of the office, immediately pulling up Sabrina’s number. I’d texted her this morning, to check on her after what I did to her last night, but we hadn’t talked for very long. She hadn’t seemed particularly withdrawn, but one thing I have noticed about her is that she seems to need space afterward. Like she needs a moment to come to terms with what she lets herself enjoy.

I’m willing to give her that space and time—for now.

I don’t bother texting. This is too important to wait and see if she answers back.

The phone rings three times, and by the time she picks up, I’m itching to go over and show her what happens when she doesn’t pick up her phone when I call. Irritation and anxiety have me woundtight, and I’m gritting my teeth so hard that I feel the tendons in my neck on the verge of cramping by the time I hear her voice over the phone.

“Kian? Is everything alright?”

“No.” The word comes out curt, sharper than I mean for it to. I don’t mean to scare her—the last thing I want is her scared away, actually. Quite the opposite. But all I can think about right now is the possibility that someone else could be watching her—lying in wait for her—waiting to take her from me.

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