Red
Kate Kinsey
Language: English
Pages: 254
ISBN: 160183196X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Truly, madly. . .deadly
Detective Tom Hanson has a string of grotesquely mutilated bodies on his hands and no answers--aside from the fact that the victims were members of an underground sex club catering to singular erotic tastes. Tastes the long, lean detective has sampled himself in the arms of his former lover, a fiery redhead who offered the most erotic, irresistible sex he'd ever encountered. Until the night she'd begged for the one thing he couldn't give, and he lost her forever.
Gina Larsen is the only one who can guide Hanson through the fringe world of dark fantasy and desire that lies hidden deep beneath the Bible Belt. Lured into her lair by a quest for justice, Hanson discovers his hunger for Gina has only grown stronger and deeper. . .beyond the edge of control. Soon he's shedding his last inhibitions in the search for answers, but the more she draws him into her erotic web, the less he can distinguish between passion and duty, pleasure and pain. . .good and evil
heels, legs trembling, with hands clasped behind his back. He was disappointed that he was not even allowed to look at her while he waited. She was wearing that lovely blue kimono again. She was on the phone, talking as if he were just another piece of furniture. “You listen to me,” came Lady’s voice. “I never promised you that.” Her voice had turned deep and deadly. It made the hair on Randall’s neck stand up. He knew where her anger would go as soon as she hung up the phone. “Those photos
that her wetness was grinding against his balls, making a wet slapping sound. She reached down and began rubbing her clit with two fingers. “But don’t you dare cum, nasty boy,” she commanded, a little breathless now. “Don’t you dare shoot that filthy load of cum into me unless I tell you to.” “Goddamnit!” He felt pressure prickling behind his eyes. Christ, his cum was boiling upward, and he wanted to cry like a little boy. He wouldn’t do it. He would not beg her. “Do you want to cum, baby?”
the investigation became entirely academic when the phone rang; not Rick James this time, but the familiar beeps of Hanson’s T-Mobile. They had another body. Chapter 17 I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, The more you beat me, I will fawn on you: Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, Unworthy as I am, to follow you. What worse place can I beg in your love,— And yet a place of high respect with me,— Than to be used as you use your dog?
of the photos caught Hanson’s eye: Jason, 21 M Slave. The buff boy with the piercings. Gina clicked back to lillamb99’s profile. “He may have sent the same message to every one of their friends,” Gina added. “In that case, he still has no idea which profile is yours.” “But he’s been watching me! He knew I wasn’t wearing his collar!” Hanson wanted to shake her again, then remembered she was too scared to think straight. “Come on, Cherry,” Gina said. “Do you really think he expected you to?”
too jealous of Gina’s boy toy to even consider that Jason might have anything to do with the case. Linda Daubs opened the front door. Hanson pulled his face into what he hoped was an easy smile and tried to sound as if his own pulse wasn’t galloping full speed. “Mrs. Daubs? I’m Detective Tom Hanson—” “Of course. I remember you from the Christmas party.” Linda smiled. “Are you looking for my husband? I’m afraid he’s not here—” Hanson threw the dice and prayed that this wasn’t going to blow up