Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Storiess)

Police Officer Wrecks My P*s*y In His Red Room (1)

~ Alexa ~

The cold night air slaps my skin the moment the club door swings open. I'm laughing with the bouncer when a rough hand yanks me into the alley.

I stumble, heels scraping concrete. My heart almost jumps straight into my throat.

"What the hell—let go of me!"

I twist, ready to scratch whoever thinks he can drag me anywhere but then I see the uniform.

Officer Klaus.

The man who arrests me at least twice a month. But this time, he's alone. His jaw is locked tight, the muscle ticking like he's been holding something in for way too long.

"Alexa." He says through gritted teeth.

I hate how the sound of his voice makes heat curl down my spine.

I try to jerk my arm free. "Is this supposed to scare me? Because congratulations, it's working."

"Oh, you should be scared."

He presses me against the brick wall with his body just inches from mine. Not touching but close enough that I feel caged.

"What are you doing?" I whisper, breath shaking even though I try to hide it.

"What I should've done a long time ago."

Metal glints in his hand.

Cuffs.

My pulse stutters as I whisper, "No... you can't."

"I can. And I will."

He grabs my wrists like he's been fantasizing about this exact moment and snaps the cuffs around them before I can get another word out.

Of course this would happen to me. Men at the club love causing trouble when I turn them down. Jealous coworkers pull crap too. I've seen setups before... but this? This feels different. This feels like him.

"You've racked up quite a list," Klaus murmurs, leaning close to my ear so his breath ghosts over my neck. "Public disturbance. Provocation. Petty theft." His fingers slide down the chain of the cuffs, tugging my bound hands closer. "And that little stunt on stage when you looked me dead in the eye and ignored my warning."

"I didn't ignore anything," I breathe, though we both know I did.

He scoffs. "Then you're worse at lying than I thought."

Before I can answer, he turns me sharply and guides me toward his car with a grip that's firm but controlled. Too controlled... like he's holding himself back from doing something worst.

My legs shake as he opens the back door.

"Get in."

"This is insane," I hiss, but my body climbs in anyway, traitorous.

He leans in after me, bracing a hand on the door frame and caging me in again. "Tonight, Alexa, you're done getting away with things. I'll make sure of that."

A shiver runs through me, hot and cold all at once, a funny warmth that makes my skin tingle where his eyes have lingered.

He'd warned me the last time I was arrested, that if I committed one more crime, he'd make sure I got severely punished and not granted bail.

He studies my face like he's memorizing the moment the power shifts. "You want to run? Too late."

I tilt my chin up, refusing to look away even as his gaze pins me to the seat.

Then he just shuts the door behind me.

My heartbeat is loud enough to drown out the distant bass thumping from the club. My wrists throb in the cuffs behind my back, the metal biting my skin.