Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“I considered it, but Callan reminded me the Rainbow Vigilante seems to be brightening up the place, with rainbows no less. Doesn’t seem like the same person.”
“Want to ride up to the station with me to fill out an official report?”
His eyes darken and his lips curl into the villainous smile that gets my dick really, really hard. “Is that what we’re calling it? We’ve moved on from official Chamber business?”
“You’re trouble, Dante Kincaid.”
“Best kind,” he throws back with a grin.
Damn is that ever true.
“Let’s go and I’ll even show you the jail.”
“Sounds kinky.”
There’s nothing kinky about filling out forms, but it’s necessary. We may not have much crime in Brigs Ferry Bay, but when it does come about, I take it seriously. What this person has done is a hate crime on top of vandalizing property. When I catch them—and I will—I’m going to stick them with every charge I can. They might stay a night or two in our dinky jail, but then they can spend some hard time at the Hancock County Jail, or better yet, Maine State Prison if I can get the hate crime charges to stick.
When I finish with the final document, Dante’s scowl transforms into a wicked grin.
“What?” I lift a brow at him. “That smile promises something evil.”
“Just wondering if the good sheriff has ever been handcuffed.”
“Am I your suspect now?”
“Yes.” He rises from his chair and holds his hand out. “Hand me the cuffs, Sheriff.”
My blood heats and my dick stiffens in my jeans. “What am I in trouble for?”
“I suspect you have a secret and I need to interrogate you in order to discover what you’re hiding.” He wiggles his fingers. “Handcuffs. Now, boy.”
A thrill shoots down my spine. “Lock the front door.” I hand him the cuffs. “Please.”
“Stand up. Hands against the wall,” he orders. “I want to see them. No funny business.”
I stand up as he walks over to the door, locking it. He also draws the curtains down and turns off the overhead light. We’re bathed in soft light from the computer and the sun peeking through the cracks between the curtains and the window. Turning my back, I place my hands on the wall and part my legs. Warmth envelops me from behind. His dick is hard as it brushes against my ass when he leans in to speak to me.
“I suspect you have a deadly weapon on you.” His breath is hot on my neck. “You can pull it out or I can search you. It’s your call, criminal.”
“I’m not hiding anything,” I rasp out.
“Liar.” His palms roam down my ribs and he squeezes my hips before squatting. Slowly, he feels down each leg before gripping my ass. “Not here.” He bypasses my dick that’s straining with need, sliding his hands beneath my shirt. “Not here.” I groan when he teases below my naval. “What are you hiding in your pants?”
“Nothing.”
He undoes the button on my jeans. “Lying will get you more punishment.” The zipper goes down next and he slides his hand inside my jeans over my boxers. “What do we have here?” He strokes my dick, making me moan. “That’s it. You’re under arrest.”
I gasp in shock at the rough way he grips my wrist, twisting it behind me. He does the same for the other and snaps the cuffs on me. Then, he yanks my jeans and boxers down, exposing me.
“This right here,” he rumbles, stroking my cock, “should be against the law.”
“Fuck,” I curse, pushing my ass against his dick. “Dante.”
“You won’t cry and get out of this, boy,” he warns, pulling back. “You’ll take your punishment like a man.”
Smack.
Being handcuffed and at his mercy is hot as hell. Having Dante Kincaid smacking my ass is indescribable. I’m dizzy with lust.
He smacks my ass again, harder this time, before squatting behind me. I let out a string of curse words when he parts my cheeks and runs his nose up and down my crease. Hot breath tickles my hole before his tongue darts out. Stars of pleasure dance all around me. I never thought I’d enjoy a mouth right there, but in this moment, I’ve never wanted anything more.
“Mmm,” he rumbles, teasing the puckered flesh with his wet tongue. “You taste good, criminal. Too good.” His tongue pushes inside, a delicious mix of fiery discomfort and wet pleasure.
I crave so much more than his tongue. The thought alarms me, but I don’t shy away from it. My mind drifts to the fantasy of him putting his dick inside me. Of him fucking me rough as though he’s trying to claim me. I rest my head against the wall, doing my best to bend my body, pushing more of me toward him.
I want him deeper.
I want to feel his finger. Two of them. Three.