Page 48 of Obsession

“I’ve been thinking…” I force my voice not to wobble like the skinny legs of a newborn lamb. “What will convince you to let me conduct my interview with Hammond alone today?”

Now I have his attention, and by the looks of it, he’s two seconds away from bursting out in hysterical laughter.

“Let me get this right. You want to be alone with a serial killer? A man who gets off on murdering women in cold blood? Damn…” He chuckles, walking closer. “Are you another crazy fangirl who sends him nudes?”

My stomach churns, and jealousy rears its ugly head. I narrow my eyes on him. “I’m not a fangirl. I need Hammond to trust me if he’s ever going to confess his crimes.”

“I can’t decide if you’re naive or stupid,” he says, forcing me back against the wall and fingering a strand of my hair, which I left down today on purpose.

Why is it that I always find myself cornered like this by men? It pisses me the fuck off, but kicking him in the balls isn’t going to get me my way for once. This needs a…sweeter approach.

So… I do the only rational thing a woman in my position would do. I grab his dick through his pants, fighting the urge to puke up my breakfast. “I’ll make it worth your time, Officer.”

My father would be so proud.

His dick thickens, still small, but at least it’s not a twig anymore.

Every muscle in his body stiffens as I give him an experimental squeeze.

Gross. Fucking gross, but I can’t back out now. If I have to suck this man’s dick to gain the trust of another, well then… I’ve done worse.

“And what if I return to find you strangled to death?”

“Easy, keep him shackled. He can’t hurt me if he’s restrained. When the hour is up, I’ll suck the cum right out of you, Officer.”

Grunting, his hips roll against my hand. “I could lose my job.”

“No offense, Officer Miller, but I also have much to lose. Want me to give you the best blow job of your life or not? The clock is ticking.”

Indecision flickers across his face, but with one more squeeze of his dick, he folds.

Men are so predictable.

Stepping away, he readjusts his erection. “Hammond stays shackled.”

“Absolutely.”

He won’t believe I trust him if he’s shackled, but that’s a problem for later.

The victory tastes sweet on my tongue as the officer walks ahead to the interview room.

When I’m seated on the chair and rooting through my bag for the recorder and notepad, he clears his throat. “I’ll go grab him now.”

My sweet smile could harden swinging dicks everywhere. “See you soon, Officer.”

Barf.

I count the seconds, staring out the window. My heart is dancing around in my chest, fluttering one minute and stomping the next. I might pass out from anxiety soon, but I’m also strangely excited and aroused by the idea of having Hammond to myself.

The door opens and then he’s here, sucking out all the air in the room with his broad shoulders, intense eyes, and disheveled hair, the strands wet from a recent shower.

“Hammond is grumpy today because his routine has changed now that Jameson has been executed.” There’s no missing the amusement in Officer Miller’s voice.

“A little bit of fucking notice would be nice,” Hammond mutters, never taking his eyes off me. I’m burning up beneath that gaze.

“You lost the right to be informed about anything the day you were sentenced for murder, inmate.”

I flinch.