Exhausted and entirely consumed as she was, a traitorous part of her secretly craved it—craved the ruinous, endless climax he so routinely forced upon her.
She longed to be swept away by that blinding ecstasy once more, the kind that threatened to snap her sanity like a dry twig.
Bzzzt.
In the middle of their fierce, agonizing rhythm, a phone suddenly chimed. It wasn’t Rachel’s.
Silas attempted to ignore the intrusion, but a single glance at the glowing display revealed a caller ID he couldn't afford to overlook.
[Restricted – NYPD]
A call from the New York Police Department. What could they possibly want? The timing was thoroughly inconvenient, but ignoring it risked drawing unwanted suspicion. He had no choice but to answer.
“Honey, be quiet for a moment.”
“P-please, ngh, s-stop… hm!”
“Not a chance. We’ve barely even started.”
Silas dismissed her plea as mere nonsense. Granting her mercy was out of the question.
He maintained his unyielding thrusts without missing a beat. Rachel’s desperation was real; if he had been taking his fill all night as usual, surely he could grant her a brief reprieve today?
Silas, however, had no such intention. He reached down and clamped a broad palm over Rachel’s mouth.
“How can I help you?”
His tone was impossibly composed as he spoke into the receiver, all while driving slowly, heavily into her slick depths. His capacity for deception was chilling.
While Silas sounded utterly serene over the line, Rachel’s state was dire. Deprived of air, her mouth smothered while he thrust inside her, her already hypersensitive body surged into overdrive.
Gasping for oxygen, her vision blurred and spun, making the sensation of him stirring inside her feel overwhelmingly vivid. The hot breaths escaping her lips were trapped against his palm, her stifled moans barely audible to her own ears.
Yet there was no masking the slick, heavy slap of their colliding bodies, nor the wet, squelching sound of his fluid mingling with her own.
—This is Officer Noah Cruz from the 19th Precinct Homicide Squad, New York Police Department. Am I speaking with Silas Blackwood?
A sharp, crisp female voice bled through the speaker as Silas connected the call. Rachel strained every muscle to remain silent, terrified that even a whisper of her distress might carry across the line.
Taking in her panicked eyes, Silas’s lips curled into a sharper smile as he pressed his hard head brutally against her inner walls. Her swollen, sensitive depths—already wrecked by a succession of orgasms—clamped violently around his shaft, clutching him like a vice.
“Speaking.”
—Do you have a moment to talk?
“I’m… a bit occupied at the moment.”
Holding the phone to his ear, he spoke with seamless nonchalance, telling her to cut to the chase as he was exceedingly busy.
The "business" in question, naturally, was ruthlessly taking the woman beneath him.
—I’d like to ask you a few questions regarding the recent homicide in Central Park. Please report to the 19th Precinct today at 3:00 PM.
Pound. Pound. While the officer delivered her summons in a flat, businesslike monotone, Silas’s hips picked up a faster, more punishing cadence. Wedging the phone between his neck and shoulder, he gripped Rachel’s hips with both hands and threw his full weight into every drive.
Their thighs slammed together with a dull, wet impact, the bedframe groaning under the violence of his movements. The only one forced into silence was Rachel.
She bit her lower lip until it nearly bled, swallowing down the screams of raw pleasure threatening to consume her mind.
‘No… I can’t make a sound… If she hears me, I’m dead!’
Rachel pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, straining with everything she had to hold it in. But despite her desperation, each shallow, forceful plunge sent a searing wave of electricity shooting through her core.
Her legs shook uncontrollably, her fingers clawing at the tangled sheets. Had Silas not been stifling her mouth, the detective on the other end would have undeniably heard her ragged, desperate gasps.
“Nhhn.”
Silas paused for a fraction of a second to catch his breath, caught off guard as Rachel suddenly clamped down hard around him. Whenever he took her with this level of force, her body yielded to the sensation so intensely it frightened her.
Compounded by the agonizing risk of being discovered over the phone, her senses were heightened to a razor-sharp edge. Her inner walls convulsed on their own, wringing his length in tight, rhythmic spasms.
Even with her intense contractions fighting his entry, he refused to slow down. His blunt head continued to hammer against her most sensitive spots, plunging deep, dragging back out, and slamming home again.
—This is an official summons, Mr. Blackwood. Your cooperation is required.
If the police called an average person for questioning in a homicide investigation, they would likely panic, stammering explanations or anxiously eyeing the clock.
Silas was not an average person. A tedious police officer meant nothing to him; his entire universe was narrowed down to the woman writhing beneath him, panting with wide, tear-filled eyes. Her tight, drenched warmth was so intoxicating that he briefly lost control, driving his shaft deep into her furthest reaches with brutal force.
“Nhngh…!”
Her slick thighs slapped together from the force of the blow. Unable to hold back any longer, Rachel cracked under the final, surging wave and yielded to the climax. A choked, deeply sensual moan tore from her throat.
The overwhelming pleasure that surged up her chest detonated against his palm. Though her mind screamed at her to keep quiet, the sheer intensity of the orgasm caused her hips to spasm, her helpless whimpers leaking through the gaps of his fingers.
Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around his cock, milking him mercilessly as she shattered beneath him once more.