Criminal desires
Police headquarters is in chaos. With police officers running around, a few others having loud conversations and many more celebrating the fact that they have finally caught the most wanted criminal in the southern part of the country. Meanwhile, Evie just sits and waits for an officer to tell her when she can see this criminal. Ever since the news of his capture was exposed to the public, her boss hasn’t left her alone with the order to be the first to get an interview with the man. The truth is, it’s getting on her nerves. Though being honest, the interview excites her a little more than she can admit to herself.
“Miss Cooper?”
Evie looks up from her scribbled notebook to meet the police chief. His face remains impassive, as always, making her notice that, since she’s known him, the man hasn’t changed in anything but his neatly trimmed mustache that now glares whitish old age.
“Officer Derry.”
“How have you been?” He offers her his hand and she rises to shake it. “How’s your mother doing?”
“Worried about me as usual. More so after she found out I’m interviewing Keith Reed.” Her small smile is wiped from her lips as she sees the man’s serious face. “Something wrong?”
“That interview...” He slurs the words, chagrined she thinks. “I’m sorry, but I can’t give you permission to do it.”
“What? Why?”
“That man is dangerous-”
“I know that well. But he’s under arrest. Handcuffed.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Cooper.”
Evie can’t believe it. She couldn’t fail like that. Her pride wouldn’t let her leave a job undone.
“There must be something you can do. I’m Charles Cooper’s daughter-”
“Precisely.” He cuts her off. “I can’t let the precious daughter of a colleague and friend of mine, may he rest in peace, be exposed to danger like Keith Reed. I simply won’t do it.”
“I...”
“Go home, Evie.”
It’s not the first time something like this has happened to her. Fortunately, she was born to be a reporter. And she knows exactly what steps to take in situations where doors close one after another to block her path to her premise. The desperate ones.
“I’ll leave.”
“Well said.” The man gives her a sweet smile and pats her shoulder. “If you’ll excuse me, there are things I have to attend to.”
And he leaves. Evie waits until she sees him disappear among a huge group of officers who greet him like a war hero to grab her briefcase and clutch her notebook. No one must be watching her. Everyone is too busy celebrating the capture to notice the little beige speck that is Evie. She moves quickly and fluidly through the old station she knows from years ago, when her father used to bring her to work. After he died, she hadn’t made it past the offices that every person can see. But, fortunately, her memory was quick and the path to Officer Derry’s headquarters was not to be missed.
To her luck, the door opens smoothly, and with a quick glance, she is able to locate the bunch of master keys that open all the interrogation rooms in the back.
“Let’s see...” She snoops around the desk cluttered with paperwork. “Where are you Keith Reed?” The list of currently available interrogation rooms finally comes into view. “There you are.”
Sneaking around has always been one of her strong suits. And now with everyone celebrating, it’s even easier than she thought. Her feet move on their own until they come to a screeching halt at the twin I2 doors. Her destination. She hesitates a few seconds before inserting the key into the left door, but stops short. No one, not even the biggest idiot, would leave a criminal of Keith Reed’s stature unguarded.
Her hand reaches toward the right door, turning the knob slowly. The observation room is empty. Just the four monitors on the table on, three of them showing the image at different angles of a man laying his head on the metal table in the interrogation room. Yes, they’re idiotic enough.
Evie walks over to the monitors and lifts her head to the window that allows her to see the criminal, but he not her. She sees the way he sits and the way he breathes. The man seems strangely relaxed. She takes a deep breath and types something her father had taught her years ago. The flickering REC on the monitors disappears.
When she leaves the observation room, her pulse has increased. What she was doing was definitely bad. Dangerous without a doubt. But even now she wasn’t going to stop and she wasn’t going to let anyone see the barbarity she was committing for an interview. She slips the key into the doorknob of the observation room door and locks it. She grips it securely and bends it until the key gives way and breaks in half, obstructing the passage to any other keys they have.
Now she inserts the key corresponding to the door on her left. Trembling, she turns it and hears the click before it opens a few inches. Evie steps inside and quickly locks it again.
“Hello there.”
Evie’s skin tingles from her lower back to her scalp. Her heart seems to go wild and a coward at the same time, wanting to force itself out of her chest. With a gasp, she turns on her heels. The man who was lying with his head on the table now sits with his back straight and his eyes on her. Dragon eyes.
Evie sighs. Her core trembles.
“I don’t think I saw you when I was brought here.” Keith says. Or rather, he seems to purr. “Who are you?”
Evie produces a choked sound.
“Cat got your tongue?” His gaze is mocking and intense.
Evie shakes her head. “I’m Evie Cooper. Reporter.”
“Well, Evie Cooper, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I’m a reporter.” It’s all she can say. His eyes are playing havoc with her brain.
“You already said that.” He laughs.
Evie must look like a complete idiot. Though to her defense, no one ever said the man would be devilishly handsome, with a straight nose, a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm, sun-kissed skin. And those eyes.
“An interview.” She tries again. “I want to interview you for the City Post.”
Her legs tremble as he strikes an indifferent pose in his chair, his hands glued to the metal bar embedded in the table. The handcuffs don’t let his arms relax as his body leans back.
“The City Post, huh.” He mutters. “What do I get out of this interview of yours?”
“Well, people will know your side of the truth-”
“No.” He laughs. “I don’t care about that. People know who I am. They know my convictions and what I’m capable of. I mean, what can you give me?”
Evie shakes her head. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Come on, Miss Cooper. I saw your eyes the moment you walked into this room. Those eyes only want one thing.” Keith licks his lips, smiling flirtatiously. “Good timing as I want the same thing.” Evie just watches as his gaze takes over undressing her completely. It doesn’t bother her, as strange as it may seem. “Let’s fuck.”
Shit. “Why would I do that?”
“Simple. First, I’ve told you, I’ve seen it in your eyes. And second.” He rises from the chair to stand and rests his hands on the metal table. “I know how desperate you are to have that interview.”
“And why would you want to have sex with me?”
He scoffs. “You’re a reporter, truly. You ask too many questions.” He tries to raise his hand, but, again, the handcuffs hold him back with a faint rattle. “You’re the first woman I’ve seen walk through that door. A rather beautiful one, if I may say so myself. Besides, I’m about to spend the rest of my life behind bars. You know what that means? No more sex.” His lips curl back up. “You’ll be the lucky one.”
A rather improper proposition. Sex for an interview? It’s not like it’s the first time it’s happened, but, shit, this was a criminal. The most wanted, no less. She didn’t feel up to it, even if her inner crazy reporter told her it was nothing. Of course it was going to be SOMETHING. The man looked like a walking flirting machine.
“Come on. Come closer, sugar. I don’t bite.” He purrs. “Unless you want me to.”
Holy fuck.
Evie seems to recharge herself with courage that ten shots of vodka would give her and walks around the table until she is at the opposite end from him. His dragon eyes watch as she sets her things down on the table, her briefcase, notebook and the keys she stole from Derry, before circling around and ducking low enough to get under his muscular arm. Having him so close, Evie can feel the heat emanating from his body and the scent of his lotion. Unconsciously, her hands come to rest on his pecs and he lets out a husky chuckle.
“You may begin.”
“Be-Begin?”
His hands move behind her, brushing against her ass and rattling the cuffs. “Are you forgetting my little problem?” Evie has to lift her face to look directly into those dragon eyes of his. Keith is only inches from her mouth, whispering into the space between her lips. “As much as I want to strip you, I can’t. So you have to do it for me.”
Evie can now see a small cut on his right cheek, adorned with a purple bruise around it, which she had not noticed before. Perhaps some officer has hit him at the time of arrest. Unconsciously her hands slide down his neck and Evie has to stand on her tiptoes to place a kiss on the wound. He just watches her move, squinting as she begins to remove her jacket and unbutton the gauzy shirt.
“The skirt.” He orders her quietly and she obeys, leaving her shirt half open to pull the fabric covering her legs and ass up towards her waist. “I wish I could touch you.”
His body moves toward her, cornering her enough for his legs to take over the space between hers. Evie lets out a low moan as she feels the touch of his erection through his pants, causing him to let out a chuckle in her ear at the same time his lips leave marks on the skin of her neck.
“You know what to do.”
Evie’s hands move on their own again. They caress his chest, his abdomen through the fabric of his black shirt, until her fingers find the button and zipper of his pants. Keith curses at her skilled hands, who have already managed to free his member from its prison and now take it upon themselves to deliver delicious caresses along his length. His teeth bury hard into the flesh where her breasts begin as she circles the tip with her finger, making her let out a cry of pain.
“You bit me.” She gasps.
“You teased me, sugar.” His voice is contorted, but it’s still thick with all the power to turn Evie on inside. “But no more games. I want to be inside you. NOW.”
His way of demanding things drives her crazy. Evie nods and with one hand pushes the fabric of her wet panties aside so she can guide the incredible penis right over her entrance. She wants to brace herself, but as Keith feels the warmth and flesh of her pussy on the tip of his cock, he doesn’t wait. His hips thrust into her. Evie screams at the intrusion and he grunts again. She is hot. Tight and completely on fire. It’s the best he’s felt in a long time.
His hips move again. Back and forth, letting his length thrust in and out of her in rhythm with his desires. Evie clings to his shoulders as his cock fills her. She marvels at how she can feel it all. She can feel it throbbing and moving between her walls with euphoria. Insanity.
“Lie down, sugar.” He groans at her without pausing for a moment. “And spread your legs wider for me.”
She obeys. She leans back against the table on her elbows, the metal bar that holds his hands burying itself in her lower spleen. But it doesn’t bother her. She works on spreading her legs and circling his hips with them, driving her crazy as he speeds up the insertions and goes further, burying himself completely in her pussy and passionately kissing her cervix with the tip of his penis.
“Shit.” She gasps. “Shit, shit.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No, go on.” She pleads without thinking. “Don’t stop. Go faster.”
He does. And he leans over her to take her bra in his teeth. His hips were making her bounce on the table. Why would he let his eyes be deprived of the pleasure of seeing her breasts bounce too? He pulls the thing that had them both covered up. Evie squeals in surprise at the sudden bareness of her breasts, but soon forgets about them thanks to the uncontrolled spasms her insides experience. And there they are. Round and jelly-like. Perfect.
Keith flashes a low smile and his thrusts change rhythms. First he slows down, but not the intensity, and both delights bounce with power. Then he speeds up, and they respond even better, wiggling. He has to taste them.
His tongue is the first to come in contact with her nipples. Without even caressing them too much, they are already hard for him, allowing him to take one of them between his teeth and pull it slowly. Evie moans, pain and pleasure weaving together and becoming the same feeling inside her brain. He attacks her other nipple, and it is as if the bud is connected to her clit, which at the same time is struck by the base of Keith’s penis. Her body contracts.
“I’m cumming.” She announces.
Her walls clench around him and Keith has to pause for a second to fully feel her juices eject out of her pussy and further wet their touching skins.
Keith drops his full weight into her, pressing their lips together with a desperation that takes Evie by surprise. His cock is still warming inside her, but his kiss is sweet and hungry, seeking to relish every corner of her tongue.
“You’re something else...” He gasps between kisses. “I don’t want to stop fucking you. I want to fill you with my cum until your belly bulges with me. You’re mine Evie Cooper.” Evie trembles with ecstasy. “MINE.”
His hips move again, his cock pistoning in and out with animal energy that snatches primal gasps and moans from the woman. Her pussy is sensitive to him. She feels every crease and throbbing vein rubbing and creating friction that ignites blazing flames. Another orgasm sweeps over her, but this time, she is rewarded with Keith’s own orgasm, exploding with the intensity of rockets that send her to see stars.
Both are breathing hard, but Keith recovers quickly and affectionately kisses each of her breasts before placing his lips on top of her ear.
“Your pussy is now my property.”
Evie feels the urge to lie still, but the second Keith slides his delicious cock out of her, time and reason hit her like a bucket of ice water.
“Shit.” She curses.
She slides down the table and adjusts her bra and blouse before standing up and pulling down her skirt. Keith laughingly watches her get dressed and make herself ‘presentable’, but try as she might she looks sexy in his eyes. Freshly fucked.
“Going somewhere?” he purrs as she grabs her briefcase and notebook.
“I’ve been here too long. They’re definitely coming to see you soon.”
In a rush she reaches over to the door and turns the knob.
“Hey.” Keith calls out to her and she turns to look at him. “Are you really going to leave me here with my dick out?”
Evie curves her lips. “Sorry.” And she walks out the door, hearing a chuckle from him before it closes.
Fortunately there’s no one outside, so she hurries, running down the hallway until she reaches the doors leading to headquarters. The officers are still there, eating cake and continuing a rather loud conversation. She sneaks directly to the exit successfully and crosses the street to her car.
Once in the safety of her steel can, she allows herself to breathe again. There’s a dopey grin on her lips and she’s damn sure her pussy is still wide with the size of him.
Her phone rings with the chime of a notification.
‘Hey, sugar. I think we have an interview pending. Don’t worry, I’m a man of my word. I’ll see you soon for our next session. Your apartment. I don’t plan on letting you go.’
Another message pops up next.
‘P.S. Thanks for the keys.’
The alarm at police headquarters goes off on cue. Evie just smiles and starts the car to hurry to her new destination. Her apartment.
