Orléans. Ricky’s car. Saturday morning. Crime scene still fresh. Beisse crucified, gun up his ass. My pussy throbs under jeans. Not from fear. From rush. Forbidden heat. Colleague glances. Muscled arms. I want him. Now. No rules. Work and cock mix deadly. But fuck it. I decide. Seduce. Take. Heart hammers. Cunt slicks. Tires hum. We pull up. His place. Simple apartment. Tension crackles. He offers guest room. Bullshit. I grab him. ‘No games, Ricky. Fuck me raw.’ Eyes lock. He hesitates. Then grabs. Mouth crushes mine. Hands rip clothes. Naked. Fast. His cock swells. Thick. Gland flares. My bald slit drips. Shower blasts. Hot jets sting skin. He pins me to glass. No condom yet. Balls slap. Fills me deep. Brutal. Teeth clash. Pounding hips bruise ass. Water splashes loud. Stress melts. Crime gore fades. Only cock. Stretching. Owning. Fingers dig tits. Pinch nipples hard. I claw his cheeks. Grind back. Deeper. Faster. Ass cheeks flex. He swells. Bursts. Cum floods. I shatter. Clit pulses. Legs quake. He tricked—condom hid. Safe. But raw feel lingers. Thrill spikes. We dry. Bed calls. Spoon close. Cock nests between cheeks. Hand cups mound. Sleep tugs. But mind races. Secret burns. Wake tangled. Quick fuck. Missionary. Slow now. Eyes locked. He grunts. Fills again. I cream. Satisfied. Dress. Coffee. Drive to station. Johanne smirks. Knows. I own it. Back to case. Beisse’s videos. Girl’s screams. But my high stays. That shower. Risky. Wrong. Perfect. No one knows how death amps my lust. Colleague cum inside. Almost bare. Transgression feeds me. Normal life resumes. Commandant mode. But inside? Craving next hit. Anonymous. Safe here. My dirty truth.