Page 15 of Unleashed

“Took you long enough to call, Monk,” the officer grits through his teeth, his breath sounding ragged. He must be fucking terrified of the man. But then his words sink in.

“I’ve been a bit preoccupied.” The beast smirks.

“I see that.” The cop glances down at me, his features narrowing into a glare, and it starts to sink in. He’s not here to rescue me. He didn’t come to arrest my kidnapper. These two know each other. And when the button on the cop’s pants getspopped off, it’s clear just how well these two know each other. He’s not a stupid cop; he’s a dirty one.

The cop turns his attention back right as the zipper of his fly gets sliced down the center. His pants drop to the floor and his hard cock springs up, pointing right at my captor. What the fuck kind of fucked-up universe am I in?

The beast’s eyes drop down, staring at the thick dick, and I swallow hard. My stomach is twisted the fuck up. His eyes suddenly shoot to mine, narrowing in, and embarrassment blankets me.

“You see something you like, pet?” He cocks a brow. “It’s a nice fucking cock, isn’t it?” His hand reaches out, stroking the officer’s shaft, eliciting a groan from the dirty cop’s mouth. “Long and thick with a nice heavy sac hanging underneath.” He gives the cop’s balls a squeeze, earning himself another moan.

“I bet if you ask nicely”—he begins stroking him again, his grasp firm—“he’ll let you suck on it.”

I swallow back the rush of heat trying to infiltrate my system, refusing to be taken down like this. “You both are sick fucks. Which one of you faggots is the wife?”

The cop shifts and is crouched before me again, his gun aimed right at my forehead. “Why don’t you say that word to my face and see what happens? I’ll shove the barrel of my gun right up your ass and fuck you with it before I blow you inside out.”

“Put the gun away.” The beast steps up to his back, his voice a deadly warning. “He’smine. I’m the only one who gets to kill him.” He grabs onto the officer’s hair and gives it a tug. His eyes pinning me beneath their evil glare, unrelenting.

A shiver runs down my spine, ratcheting my nerves up further. Fuck. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m fucked up. There shouldn’t be a flicker of heat coursing through my veins. A throb between my legs. Only fear and anger should reside in my body. Although, Dad says fear is an emotion for cowards, soI shouldn’t seek to thrive on that emotion. I need to harness the anger and feed on its strength.

The cop snarls at me as he lowers his weapon. Placing it on the ground by his side as if teasing me with its proximity.

“Good boy,” the beast says, and I glance up from the weapon, watching as he runs his hand over the cop’s head like he’s petting him.

The officer’s eyes flare at the praise, and he tilts his head back, rubbing into the beast’s touch, seeking more. The tension in my lower gut tightens. It suddenly feels like I’m watching a live porn. The cop’s eyes burn hotter as the petting gets heavier. The beast running his fingers through his hair, tugging him back against his crotch as he pumps his hips forward, rubbing his cock against the back of his head, eliciting a groan from the officer.

I glance up and see the beast’s stare hasn’t wavered. He’s still burning a hole right into me. It feels like a challenge. I’ve never backed down from one, yet I’m battling the line of defeat. But if I shy away, retreat to the back of the cage, he’ll know he’s won. He’s thriving off my discomfort.

The cop shifts, and the movement gains my attention. He turns on his knees and starts to rub his cheek against the beast’s crotch. His eyes closing as he sinks deeper into the heat. Getting lost to his lust. He begins running his lips over the length of the hard shaft that’s protruding long and proud under the joggers Spencer’s wearing. He kisses him openly. His tongue leaving wet marks up and down the light gray cotton. His breathing is picking up speed as groans start coming from his throat.

He slides his mouth down, reaching the bottom end of the beast’s cock, and then he begins to suck on it.

A growl from above has my eyes snapping up. The beast’s eyes are at half mast, yet still bearing down on me. Another shiver runs down my spine. His nostrils flare at my visiblereaction, and then the clench of his jaw tightens. The madness burning bright again in the depths of his dark eyes.

“Monk…” the officer’s groan releases me from the haunting stare, and I see the cop looking up at the beast. “Don’t deny me.”

The beast looks down, a contemplative expression crossing his face before he erases it, as if locking his features down. “Take it out,” he grunts.

The officer reaches for Spencer’s waistband and begins to slide his joggers down slowly. “Fuck,” he groans as the massive cock springs free, pointing right at his mouth. He licks his lips, his teeth sinking into the lower one. “You truly have the most perfect cock.”

My mind seconds that opinion. And that’s my fucking breaking point. I throw in the towel, scooting to the back of the cage and turning away from the two assholes who are intentionally trying to fuck with me.

“What’s wrong, pet?” The beast’s gruff voice has me meeting his stare. “Are we making things uncomfortable for you?”

My eyes can’t avoid what’s happening between them. The cop’s now sucking on Spencer’s cock, ravenously trying to swallow him down his throat. But the beast’s member is too big for him to handle, and he chokes at halfway.

“We won’t judge if you want to take out your stiff prick and stroke yourself off to the show,” the beast states, rattling my nerves further.

“My dick isn’t hard, fucker. Watching two low-life cock whores doesn’t exactly get me off.”

“Really?” He cocks his head. “Then why don’t you prove it?” His eyes shoot between my legs. “Pull down your pants and show me how limp that dick truly is.”

Fear gets caught in my throat. He’s calling my bluff, and if he forces his way in here, he’ll see the truth. I can’t fucking let that happen.

“I’m not going to show you my cock so you can fantasize about it while you’re getting off.”

The officer’s head whips around, looking like he wants to pull his gun again. “If you think Monk’s gonna get off on some self-entitled little shit who fucking bullied people because he couldn’t handle his own insecurities, you’re wrong. Now quit being such a fucking scared little tool and do what he said. Prove that you’re not fucking turned on right now.”