Breeding the Hunted Cop

She filed the report.

Deputy Chief Samuel Mayes was moved. Sarah thought paper had finished it. She quitted, crossed a state line and found a baker who brought cinnamon buns still hot from the rack and asked permission in bed.

Sam found the forwarding address.

He collected principal and interest in her kitchen while she still had a badge in the bowl. He found the beige rental. He took photos. He used the old file and the new boyfriend as the reason she would not dial. He kept coming on the hours the shop was busy.

She told herself it was so Matt would not hear the headboard.

Then she was late. Two lines on a stick. Matt said we. Sam put his hand on her belly and said bastard. Then bastards.

Sarah started writing him in a diary. Ticks. Times. No name on the cover. Hate ran out. What was left was wet and honest and already showing.

He still hated her. He fucked her anyway. She told him she did not give a fuck. Keep breeding her.

An age gap noncon-to-willing dark erotica with pregnancy and degradation.

The badge comes off. The load stays.

Content warnings

• Rape
• Noncon turn dubious consent