“We got another one!”

Amira felt her stomach churn as she dreaded the all too familiar view of a beautiful woman lying in a pool of blood.

Would it ever stop?

Would he ever stop?

She felt Holden’s strong hand on her back as she moved forward.

“Amira, it’s okay.” He whispered.

She shrugged him off. She’d been a cop for over twenty years. She didn’t need some man to help her.

Quietly, she slipped a pair of rubber gloves on her hands. As soon as they entered the room, she was nearly overcome with the odor of dead, rotting flesh. The iron scent of blood filled her nostrils. She coughed loudly.

“Amira, here, put some of this on.” Holden held out a small container. Without a word, she stuck her finger in the cold gel and smeared some beneath her nose.

Amira peered at the body. She was a young woman approximately 18-25 years of age. She had been slender and well built. She was nude and her legs had been posed open suggesting the killer’s attempt to humiliate her.

“You getting this, Amira? Fucking asshole raped her too.”

“How do you know?” Amira looked closer. “There’s no semen apparent.”

“Her legs are splayed open.”

Holden stepped forward.

“That doesn’t mean shit, Fullerton. God, are you a rookie or what? You can’t assume that implies rape. Seems more likely he didn’t rape her, but rather wanted everyone to think she was a slut that fucked every guy she met.”

The young cop scratched his head as he adjusted his hat.

“You think?”

Amira rolled her eyes at Holden.

“Yes, Fullerton. This is the same pattern we’ve seen in the last four girls we’ve found. Gentlemen, it looks like we’ve got ourselves a serial killer.”

Holden clapped.

“Guess we better set up a meeting with the Lieutenant, what do you think, Amira?”

She nodded pulling off her gloves.

“Definitely. Guys, you can wrap this up. Be sure to get her down to the morgue ASAP for an autopsy. Be sure you take plenty of photos before you move her.” She nodded to the forensics team.

Grumbling, they set about doing as Amira instructed. Holden could tell how much they hated taking orders from a woman. And a beautiful one at that.

Holden admired Amira’s beauty, her strong will and her determination. He’d never met a woman as sexy as she was.

As they wrapped up for the day, he asked her out for a drink. Less than two hours later they were back at his place.

Holden took her into his arms his lips pressing onto hers. Her breasts swelled with desire as he squeezed them through her blouse.

“Holden, we shouldn’t,” she whispered.

“Shhhh.” He pressed his finger to her lips. He drew his mouth to hers again and again devouring her with kisses. His tongue caressed hers as she felt herself melting into him. He tasted just as good as she’d imagined he would. The masculine scent of his cologne drove her insane with desire.

Holden pushed her against the wall tearing her blouse from her body. The buttons popped and scattered across the wooden floor. Her head fell back as he ripped the black lacy bra from her body. Her full firm tits burst out into his face. Holden lifted her heavy breasts to his lips sucking and kissing her nipples.

Amira moaned as he traced her curves with his hands. Her pussy throbbed with need. She dropped her hands to his waist unzipping his pants. She rubbed his huge hard cock through his pants.

Squeezing her breasts firmly, Holden then dropped to his knees pushing her skirt up and yanking her dripping wet panties down. He ran his hands up her velvety thighs dragging his fingers through the wetness.

Suddenly, he slashed his hand up between her legs making her jump as though she were electrified. Holden’s fingers expertly caressed her clit swirling it around in soft circles making her feel faint. She groaned loudly as she felt herself closer and closer to coming.

“God, that feels amazing,” she cried.

He smiled up at her as he peeled back her delicate lips baring her clit to his mouth. His tongue lapped at her making her orgasm descend upon her. Over and over again she cried out as she came drenching his face with her juices. He continued to suck her clit between his lips as he drank of her sweetness. Amira arched her back as she inched her hips towards his face longing to capture his tongue. Holden pressed his tongue deep within her darting it in and out of her. Her juices coated his face as she came over and over again.

He fell upon her rubbing his cock between her wet lips before pressing to her opening. Eagerly, she wrapped her legs around him as he sank deep inside her. Amira moaned digging her nails into his tight ass as he churned his cock. She felt so hot and tight he couldn’t hold back. Thrusting hard, he came inside her filling her.

“Sorry, baby. I just couldn’t hold back.” Holden grinned staring down into her soft brown eyes.

“Neither could I.” She rolled over to pull her top back on.

As Holden snatched his pants from the floor he noticed another call.

“Shit, Amira. It’s the station.”

She shook her head.

Not another one.