When it slapped down on her ass, Darci all but jumped out of her skin. She pushed back against him, and sobbed as he spanked her again. And again, until the flesh of her ass burned and she was so damned aroused-her clit aching, her pussy weeping.

“Such a pretty ass,” he purred roughly, stroking one hand down the curve of her rump, before slapping again with the flat of his hand. “Look at how pink your skin gets…you like that, Darci?”

Sobbing, she barely had the breath to answer. “Yes…” And then his hand landed on her butt again, striking first one cheek and then the other. He teased the sensitive folds of her pussy, stroking back and forth over her.

“Damn it, Kellan, please…” she whimpered.

“Please what?” he asked, his voice dark and low.

“Fuck me!” she wailed, pushing back against him, feeling just the tip of his cock breach her folds.

She heard a low, rough growl from Kellan and then he slammed into her with one long, bruising stroke and she arched up, ecstasy ripping through her with violent intensity. She threw back her head, screaming, the tissues of her pussy clutching at his cock as he pulled out and worked back inside, fighting the tense muscles of her sheath as she climaxed. Her hair fell into her eyes, wet with sweat, limp, as she lowered her head to the floor, gasping for air as he tunneled back inside of her.

“I’m not done yet,” he rasped, reaching down and taking her hands, guiding them into place at the small of her back. “You aren’t done yet, either, Darci. You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted you, how many times I’ve dreamed of fucking you until you screamed yourself hoarse. No, it’s not done yet.”

Her wrists secured at her back, his big body crouched over hers, Darci shook her head. Every muscle in her body felt as limp as spaghetti. The hard, brutal digs of his cock in her pussy left her body shaking and tense, and she didn’t know whether she wanted to beg for more.

Or beg him to stop. “Kellan,” she whimpered. “Kellan, please…”

“Hmmm. You’re not screaming,” he teased, pulling gently on her arms, reaching around and brushing the sweaty hanks of hair away from her face. She felt his eyes on her-blood rushed to her cheeks.

Then his fingers trailed between the globes of her ass and she bucked. His hand came around her hip, gathering the slick cream from her pussy and then returning to smear it over her asshole. “I wasn’t planning on this,” he whispered. “Not exactly. But if I had…I think maybe I would have been more prepared. Fuck me, I’ve dreamed about burying my dick inside this sweet little ass of yours.”

His finger pushed inside and she keened, a low rough sound, her back arching, tension slamming into her. She wanted to brace her body on the floor, but he still held her hands. Tugging against the hold he had on her wrists, she whimpered, couldn’t decide whether she wanted to fight harder to get away from him or come just from how damned hot he was making her.

He started to fuck his finger inside the snug confines of her ass, letting go of her wrists with his other hand. He stroked that hand down her butt and she screamed as he spanked her again, that light slap on the flushed, tender flesh of her ass closing a fist of agonized pleasure around her that wouldn’t let go.

Kellan slammed into her, harder, harder. His hand went back to grip her hip, holding her steady for the double penetration of his cock in her pussy, and his finger in her ass. His strokes picked up and she pushed back, sucking air into her lungs past the tight fist of lust.

She exploded around him, her pussy clutching around his cock as she screamed out his name. Black dots exploded behind her eyes and she felt the hot splash of his seed deep inside her pussy.

His hands clutched at her hips as he pulled out and burrowed back inside with one final thrust.

With her arms sprawled limply beside her head, Darci groaned. “I think I’m dead,” she whispered hoarsely.

He bent over her and she felt his head come down and rest between her shoulder blades. “Ummm…no. Not dead. Most definitely alive,” he said. Little tremors rippled through her pussy as his cock jerked. “And when I can breathe again, I plan on enjoying…this…again.”

This was accompanied by his hand reaching around and cupping her pussy as he eased back and urged her to the ground, cuddling her up against him. His body was hot, damp, his heart slamming against her back where he held her tight against him.

Anger boiled in her belly as she lingered outside the window.

Bitch.

Whore.

Damn it, how could she be in there getting laid when Bryce was dead? His own fucking fault, calling her Darci again, but damn it, didn’t the bitch have any compassion?

She should be sobbing, crying, sad at least that Bryce was gone. The whole world should be mourning him.

But she wasn’t mourning. She was getting fucked within an inch of her life.

Darci’s screams were audible even through the windows. With her hand pressed against the glass, she listened, rage and a twisted form of greedy desire lurking in her belly as she watched.

He’d turned the light on. She watched as the sheriff rose up on his knees, looming over her as he cupped her slender hips in his hands.

She couldn’t see well enough. She wanted to see his cock, wanted to watch as he pushed inside Darci’s pussy.

With a whispered curse, she turned away, sliding through the bushes and the trees until she got down closer to the river. Then she headed west to Cole’s Landing where she’d parked her car.

Her feet moved silently over the ground, barely stirring the branches and the leaves as she passed.

Not right. The bitch shouldn’t be enjoying life so much when Bryce was dead, his body forever cold. She wanted to hurt Darci. So much she could taste it.

But damn it, this wasn’t about Darci.

Shame and grief rose in her belly as she remembered Bryce’s hands on her, his gruff voice in her ear as he barked out orders and insults, the feel of his hands on her flesh as he fucked her, as he punished her. Nobody had ever made her feel the way he had-hot, depraved, the humiliation and hunger twining inside of her until she couldn’t tell one from the other.

She’d never feel that again. But it was his fault. Damn it, his fault.

“You got distracted,” she muttered, digging her keys out of her pocket. “Distracted. And see what it did? Remember the plan. Keep the plan in mind.”

A week of uneasy silence passed. Bryce’s messy apartment had shown them nothing but that he was definitely a bachelor, with empty pizza boxes cluttering the kitchen, empty beer cans and a stash of uppers. With a wry twist of his lips, Kellan studied the small assortment of pills and wondered why he hadn’t figured Bryce as a user.

Of course, he hadn’t really seen Bryce as somebody who would be involved in bondage games either. But the porn mags in his house were all of the darker variety, and the box under the bed had revealed an assortment of chains, handcuffs, and ball gags.

And videos…the videos sent a surge of excitement rushing through him. This was personal. Very personal. And there was nothing in the world as personal and intimate as sex.

Would those videos show anything?

Licking his lips, he counted them and recorded them on the inventory list. Well, he had been planning on a movie tonight, but he had hoped to get Darci to meet him in Columbus and maybe catch one together. Then maybe find some secluded area to park and fuck her brains out.

They couldn’t risk being seen together right now. Not with this investigation going on, but he wanted her so badly that he couldn’t breathe.