A/N: Last chapter of this book.
I looked up after hearing the jingling of keys to see Dark standing in front of me in a LAPD uniform. "Nice costume." I said, trying to play off how sexy I found his getup. "Costume? This is the real deal." I took a closer look. It sure looked like the real deal. "Where did you get this?" I asked, tugging on the sleeve. "Let's just say there was a cop who bothered the wrong mothefucker." he said, ripping the name tape off of the uniform. I made a face. Somehow, knowing that Dark was wearing a dead cop's uniform made the whole thing less sexy. "How do I look?" he asked, turning around. "Amazing as usual." I replied. "That's it?" he asked, sounding insulted. "What?" "I should arrest you right now." he said. "For what?" "Not appreciating my sexiness." I laughed, but he didn't. He pulled out a pair of bloody handcuffs, wiping them off on his top. "Hands behind your back...or out in front...wherever you want them, doesn't really matter." I laughed until he pulled out the taser. "Okay, too far, those things are no joke." "Exactly. Come on (y/n), I've gotta hook you up...so we can hook up." I blushed deeply, rising to put my hands out toward him. He slapped the cold metal cuffs on me and pushed me back onto the couch. "I would read you your rights, but...you don't have any anymore. You're mine." I shivered in pleasure. "Bring it." I said, my voice faltering a bit. He straddled me, kissing my cheek aggressively, nipping at me here and there. He worked his way down to my collarbones and sucked my flesh gently, leaving behind indescribable tingling sensations. I used my restrained hands to tug at him. "Hands off. Assaulting an officer is a serious offense." I snickered. "And my punishment is?" "That's up to the judge, but while he ain't looking, how about we fuck for awhile? Loosen you up before your day in court, ya know?" "How thoughtful." I replied. He slipped himself out of his uniform and let me look him over for awhile. "You look damn good as a cop." I said, between breaths. "I look damn good regardless." he replied, grabbing a tuft of my hair and tugging at it. He slipped me out of my pants and lined himself up. I wrapped my legs around him and forced our bodies together. We both moaned at the sensation of our bodies colliding. He froze in place for awhile, seething at my wet heat being wrapped around him. "You feel so incredible...I don't wanna move...and I DON'T wanna share...you're all for me." He bucked his hips slowly, looking down and then up at me. He gave one of my legs a toss over his shoulder and drilled in harder and faster, searching for my spot feverishly. "What's wrong Dark? Losing your touch?" I mocked. He gave me a playful look, and pounded into me harder. I all but screamed as he brushed by my sensitive spot carelessly. "Does that feel like I'm losing my touch, bitch?" he asked, through grit teeth. I didn't respond. "Answer me. That's a lawful question, I'm a cop now, remember?" "Y-yes." I stuttered out between pants. "Good girl." he replied, rewarding me with deeper thrusts. "I'm feeling a bit corrupt. How about you get on top, and I take off a few charges?" He looked at me, questioning me with his hard eyes. All I could do was nod. He withdrew sharply, and laid on his back, amused by me struggling to sit up without full use of my hands. He helped me crawl into position. "You wanna get off your charges, and I wanna get off." He wasn't giving up this cop thing, and I was enjoying every second of it. I ground against him heavily, letting my hips smack against his roughly. He dug his sharp little nails into me and forced us together harder. "Fuck me, baby!" he breathed, arching his back sharply. I never realized how clumsy one becomes when their hands are all tied up. One shift of his hips later, and I was on the floor. He chased after me, picking up where we left off with him situating himself behind me. "You okay?" he asked. "Fine." I replied, feeling him slip in. "You won't be." he muttered, slamming his entire length into me. I gasped at the feeling, and he held himself in place for awhile, just for shits and grins. Bastard. He grazed my g-spot before backing off, he was having way too much fun building up a climax at the base of my spine, and letting it dwindle into nothingness moments later. "Dark!" I cried. He snickered. "Play fair? Is that what you were gonna say?" I didn't even have to reply. He knew what I'd say. "No way am I playing fair. I want you to feel everything you can." I moaned as he kept up a rapid pace, pulling at my hair, and bearing down on my body. I couldn't take the weight of his frame pressing down on my own full force, and just as we had hit our peaks I collapsed face down on the floor with him on top of me. He pulled away and helped me up, taking the cuffs off by simply snapping them with his fingers. I rubbed my aching wrists, flopping onto my back. "You're insane, you know that?" I said, sitting up on my elbows. "By human standards." he replied, slipping back into his ill gotten uniform. I admired the way it hugged his frame and caught myself blushing again. "So it is true...women do love uniforms...I'll have to keep this in my closet." I shook my head. "Whatever you want, Dark." I replied. He looked at the clock. "I should dash. You gonna be okay? Like, can you walk and stuff?" "Go away, you arrogant cock." I laughed. He gave me a look. "Just checking. Last time I ask you how you're doing." "Goodnight, Dark." I said, shakily rising to give him a hug. "Night (y/n). I'll be back before you know it." he replied.
