Page 6 of Wicked Oath

“You have two choices, Detective.” The softness in my voice stuns her. “You can either tell me or I’ll bend you over that bike and fuck you until you tell me.”

“That’s rape,” she chokes out.

“Is it though?” I ask with a smirk and move my other hand to her belt and slowly unbuckle it until I can slip my hand into her pants.

“Pull that gun out, and they’ll never find your body,” Viper growls from behind me.

I dip my fingers into her pussy, and she is dripping. “Sweet little detective,” I chuckle. “You fucking Andrew?”

“Yes,” she chokes out when I start rubbing her clit in small circles. She spreads her feet apart slightly and Andrew cannot see the lustful look in her eyes right now. She wants this but wouldn’t dare admit it. I’m not into raping women, but I will push the limit until they say no.

I push two fingers inside of her pussy and start curling them to make the “come here” motion. My palm stays rubbing against her clit and her mouth falls slack as her eyes roll back. She has her hands on my wrists and she’s gripping onto me tightly, digging her nails into my skin. “Shh. Come for me, pig. He doesn’t have to know,” I whisper, making sure only she can hear me. She gives me a small nod, but her words don’t match. “Please, Don’t…”

“Don’t what?” I ask as I work her body. She’s trying to keep herself quiet so Andrew won’t realize what’s happening. I move her hand to cover her mouth, and keep talking while she inches closer to release. “You see, Detective, Logan wants something from me. He wants power and I won’t give it to him. Now, he’susing the FBI to go on a witch hunt in hopes of me selling my share of family business. I am just a bar owner who loves motorcycles of all kinds. So… What has he told you about me?”

“N-Nothing,” she moans.

“Oh, come on,” Andrew complains when he hears how close she is.

“Cry me a river, Justin Timberlake. She’s a little busy right now,” Viper chuckles.

“Tell me the truth, Detective. Who knows what’ll happen if you keep lying,” I push deeper. Her thighs are trembling now and she, without a doubt, has come running down her legs right now. Everyone can hear how I’m working her, because she’s so goddamn wet.

“Fuck,” she groans.

“Tell me,” I say with more force behind my words. “Did Logan tell you to come here tonight?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, giving in as she starts to come.

“Atta girl,” I praise when she lets her head fall back and moans as she rocks her hips to milk every bit of her orgasm out of her. “Next time, I won’t just finger fuck you in a parking lot. I’ll bend you over his lap and fuck you unconscious. From now on, you tell me everything. Every tip. Every lead. Everything,” I say.

“Or what?” she pants when I pull my hand out of her pants and use her shirt to wipe her come off myself.

“Or you’ll both be in jail for child porn when they find it all over your personal computers and phones,” I say.

“He doesn’t have anything like that,” she says. “It’s—“

“I know. It’s pictures of your pretty, little pussy and videos of him fucking you,” I say. “If I could get in and find that, what do you think I left behind?”

“That’s blackmail.” She frowns.

“Are you going to arrest me, Detective?”

“You’re only calling me detective because you can’t remember my name, asshole,” she snaps. “It’s Katy.”

“Well, Katy, you know how to reach me. My contact is in your phone now,” I say. “It’s under side piece,”

“Whatever. Fine,” she says. I step back and Andrew rushes to her, thinking it was forced, but it definitely wasn’t. She knows that. I know that. He doesn’t and she won’t ever admit it. I think I like it better when it’s assumed that I will hurt anyone for any reason.

“Nice seeing you two,” I say as I sit on the bike. “Let me know what he says when you let him know that you didn’t get shit on me.”

“We aren’t telling you shit,” Andrew snaps. I narrow my eyes at him and get up. He stands his ground as I walk over, but his eyes go wide when I grab him by the throat and go nose-to-nose with him. His hand moves like he’s going to go for his gun, but he’s more scared than logical.

“Touch that gun and I’ll rip your fucking throat out before a drop of my blood hits the pavement,” I growl. “I own you now, Andrew. It doesn’t matter what you do or how far you go. You fuck me over and you’ll watch me slit her fucking neck and fuck her throat while she drowns on her blood. You understand that, Andrew?”

“Y-Yes,” he forces out.

“Good boy,” I say, releasing him. “Tell Logan that you found no evidence of wrongdoing and you will no longer be investigating his claims.”

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