Page 21 of Some Like it Violent

“I lied. I had no plans to let you go. You’re mine, Evelina.” He kept his eyes on me, and I knew this man—this predator—had just trapped me. There was no going back.

But now he knew I was a predator too, and whatever he gave, I’d give it all right back.

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EVELINA

Isagged against Kane's big body and just breathed through the pleasure that still coursed through me from my orgasm.

Between my thighs was a sticky mess of my arousal and his cum, reminding me what a slut I was for him.

I didn’t know where we—this—would go after what we’d just done, but his words about having no intention of letting me go echoed in my head.

The knock on the door came loud and sharp, reverberating through the walls. I froze, my body tense as I slowly straightened and looked toward the foyer. I couldn't see the front door from this angle, but I just knew it was the police again.

No one ever came this far out to my place, and with them having already been here not that long ago, it was clear they probably suspected I lied and wasn’t really alone. Why they hadn't busted in my door already made no sense, but I knew what had to be done.

Kane had to hide, whether it was somewhere here or by going out the back and disappearing into the woods to let the storm cover his path.

We locked eyes for a second, and then I was off him and gathering my clothes. I felt his hot seed dripping down my inner thighs, and the sound of Kane growling told me he saw his cum slide out of my cunt and trail down my inner thighs.

The knock at the door sounded again, harder this time. But before I could get dressed, Kane grabbed my wrist, tugged me forward, and lifted my leg to rest my foot on his thigh. And then, because he was a nasty bastard, he leaned in and dragged his tongue up the inside of my leg and through my slit to lick up his jizz.

I started getting turned on again at the sight of him lapping up his own mess.

“I have to get the door before they burst in here.”

He grunted, gave one more lick, and let me finish getting dressed. One more hard knock had my heart pounding, the sound filling my ears like a drumbeat as I moved to the door.

After taking a deep, steadying breath, I opened it. Two officers stood on the porch, their faces grim, the storm whipping around them. They held themselves differently now. Sterner. Almost angry as they looked at me with narrowed eyes, searching behind me as if they expected to see someone hiding in the shadows.

The taller, thicker one set his jaw as he stared at me. “Ma’am,” he said, his tone clipped and not at all pleasant like it had been before. “Just wanted to come back and check on you. The weather is getting worse.”

I cleared my throat and forced a smile.

The younger officer searched my face, his eyes narrowing. “Are you okay? You’ve got blood on you.” He tipped his chin toward my face.

I placed my hand on my mouth, knowing if there was blood on my face, it was probably smeared there from when I licked at the wound I’d given Kane and the small cut on my bottomlip when I bit it too hard. “I’m fine. Just had an accident in the kitchen. I’m okay.”

He frowned and glanced at the older officer. I knew I was a pretty good liar. I had to be in order to get away with murdering my father. But these men were already suspicious, so they didn't believe anything I said.

The older officer had his hand hovering near the gun on his hip. “Can we come in, ma’am?”

My stomach twisted, but I kept my expression steady. “I’m actually about to head to bed, or I would invite you in.”

The older officer took a step closer, his boots sounding heavy on the wooden porch. “Respectfully, we’re going to need to come inside.”

I gripped the edge of the door and gave a tight smile. “I’m sorry, officer, but I have to decline.”

“We know you’re not alone,” the younger cop said, stepping forward and crowding me.

“Can you back up, please?” I spit out and closed the door a little bit, but the older man put his boot in the doorway, stopping me from shutting it all the way.

“If you’re harboring him,” the other one said, low enough only I heard, “and if he’s forcing you to keep him here, just open the door, and we’ll take care of it.”

I shook my head, gripping the edge of the door. “Everything is fine.”

The younger officer leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “Probable cause gives us every right to enter. Blood on your face,” he said and gestured toward my face. “We know there is a dangerous fugitive in the area, and your refusal to cooperate? That’s enough for us.”

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