Page 12 of Burn With Me

Glancing down at myself, I smiled as the head of my cock turned an angry shade of red from the abuse. Instead of relinquishing my firm grip, I tightened it until it felt like my shaft was gripped in a vice.

“Oh fuck, yes. Scream, Sarah. Get what’s coming to you.”

Glancing at the television and the image of the burning building apartment, I smiled until movement caught my eye. My hand slowed, and I leaned forward in my chair as I watched as a blonde from the other apartment building leaped across the alley like this was an episode of “American Ninja.”

“What the fuck,” I growled as I stood and walked closer to the television. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked the screen as I knelt to get a close-up view. She whipped her shirt off and wrapped it around her hand before punching at the window.

“No! Stop! You’re ruining it,” I bellowed as the window cracked and shattered.

I stared in shock as the unknown woman pulled Sarah out of her apartment, and they scampered down the metal fire escape and were out of sight from the video. Moments later, my pet erupted, and flames reached out of the window, looking for the prey that had managed to escape.

My chest rose and fell with a building fury raging inside me. My eyes were fixed on the spot on the screen where the blonde had disappeared. Grabbing my phone, I opened the app that controlled the camera and turned it as much as I was able to zoom in on my target and the woman that ruined it all.

My hand balled into a fist as I watched my brother take off his jacket and wrap it around her shoulders like she was some sort of hero. She was no fucking hero. She just saved a child abuser and ruined my kill—all my well-laid plans and stalking up in smoke because of her. I memorized every one of her delicate features. Licking my lips, I pictured how stunning she’d look, screaming as her skin melted from her body, the scent of her burning hair strong in my nose.

Yes, she needed to pay for interfering. I’d make sure of it.

Asher

“Hey Cap, you good?” Wheels said as he walked past my office.

I looked up from my desk and paperwork to my Lieutenant and nodded. He’d gotten the nickname Wheels because he was always racing from one girl to the next and burning rubber in between them.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I said.

“Wanna coffee? I was about to put on a new pot. The way our luck has been running, there won’t be any sleep tonight.”

“Sounds good. Thanks, Wheels.”

I turned my eyes back to the paperwork and the report I was writing about the apartment fire, and I couldn’t get past the part where the woman across the alley jumped from the other balcony with seemingly no care for her safety. Even I could admit it was fucking hot, but the look she’d given me when I told her she was crazy was even sweeter.

There was something about her and her blue eyes that seemed so familiar, but I would remember dating or fucking her, so that couldn’t be it. Unless…she attended one of the clubs I’d been to on occasion, but I didn’t think it was that either. I could usually peg a person’s personality pretty easily, but this one felt like a moving target while you were drunk. We hadn’t had much interaction, but that didn’t usually matter.

For example, Brit was a girl looking for a good time and wanted to explore her sexuality, but she was also spoiled, entitled, and short-sighted. Despite her obvious beauty, Brit had poor self-image issues and was naive as fuck. I knew that about her within the first thirty seconds of speaking to her.

But this one…this fire inspector, Violet Clarke, was…I couldn’t put my finger on it. She had a pierced belly button and a wicked tattoo of a fire and a burning house that traveled up the side of her ribcage. She hadn’t picked cute little hearts, flowers, or kitty tattoos. No, it was a statement piece. It showed pain and grit because a tattoo like that would’ve taken hours, especially in one of the most painful places to have work like that done. I couldn’t even picture her in one of the stuffy suits all the talking heads at HQ wore. She had tenacity and a backbone, but there was sadness and heat that burned in her eyes that all swirled together.

It was easy to picture laying her over my lap and tanning her cute ass before fucking her hard as she tried to hit me for daring to touch her. Oh yeah, I fucking loved that image.

Did I plan on seeking her out? No. Maybe. I wasn’t sure. To do that meant first breaking off what I had going on with Brit.

Putting the pen down, I gave in to the urge to pull up the internal employee database on my laptop. My fingers quickly typed in her name, and boom, just like that, there she was in her pristine white blouse that was tucked into a dark skirt. She looked exactly like one of the political asswipes that annoyed the fuck out of me, but the heels she was wearing…those screamed, ‘I’m a bad girl.’ I could easily picture pulling that perfect skirt up and bending her over a desk.

I quickly read over the description of her accolades and wasn’t surprised to see that she participated in the “Tough Mudder” competitions. Seems like she would travel to all those held within a day’s drive, and the image I found of her covered in mud in a pair of tight shorts and a smile as wide as the entire State of Florida across her face told me that she was so my fucking type.

I groaned as I heard Wheels call out a welcome to Brit, who apparently decided that dropping in on me during my night shift was a great idea. Most of the time, I wondered if she was making sure I was actually on shift. I was many things, but a cheater wasn’t one of them, and it pissed me off that she was always questioning me.

Closing the laptop, I returned to my paperwork and managed to scroll my signature across the bottom just before she walked into my office.

“Ever heard of knocking,” I drawled before slowly lifting my eyes to hers.

“I brought treats.” She held out a small box from a bakery and then proceeded to untie the front of her long coat. Brit looked over her shoulder to make sure we were still alone as she parted the material to show off that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

This was a new trick. She’d never tried to seduce me at work, and I wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea. But because I was the station’s captain, I needed to maintain a certain level of professionalism.

“So, you’re just looking to be fucked?”

“Well, I thought that was obvious,” she purred and ran her fingers down my shirt.