It had been a week of chaos at the station. Every day Captain McCall barked orders, his face stormy, his temper short. Officers combed every corner of the city, garages raided, safe houses busted open—but Derek remained a ghost.

Stiles had played her role perfectly: the innocent, obedient slut who “knew nothing.” But every night when she lay in bed, she thought of Derek’s hard cock pounding her in that cell, his filthy words in her ear, his cum dripping from her pussy. Her body ached for him in ways she couldn’t admit.