Banging on the door jars me awake. Willa jolts upright, revealing to me the damage from my teeth. Her neck is bruised, purple and blue, and the skin is scabbed over in some areas. Fuck. I tore at her neck like I was a goddamn vampire. My dick swells, still deep inside her, and her tight body resists. I’m not sure how long we slept, but it was long enough for the cum to dry into something sticky.

Knock-knock-knock-knock.

The door.

That’s what I’d heard. Someone is here. Reluctantly, I gently pull Willa off my dick and set her on the couch beside me. I yank a blanket down and cover her up.

“Who is it?” she rasps, concern making her brows pinch.

“Whoever it is, I’ll get rid of them.” I storm over to my pants and yank them on, not bothering with a shirt. Once I’m decent, I make my way to the door.

For fuck’s sake.

“We just want to ask you some questions,” the man on the other side of the door barks out upon seeing my face in the window. He holds up a badge. “Won’t take but a few minutes.”

I glance over my shoulder at Willa. She’s frozen in place, the blanket swallowing her tiny body, keeping her body hidden from anyone who might try and catch a peek. With her big, wide eyes, she seems younger than her eighteen years. It’s hard to believe this was the same woman who less than an hour ago was coming all over my cock while I bit her pretty neck.

“I’m eighteen,” she reminds me, clearly reading the panic on my face. “They can’t do anything.”

I nod, thankful for the reminder, and unlock the door. Once it’s open, I gesture for the two cops to enter. They’re not familiar to me. I may know a lot of people in this town, but I don’t know everyone, nor do I care to. I’m not Hugo or Dad, for fuck’s sake.

“Did we interrupt something?” one of the men asks, eyeing Willa.

“Actually,” I grit out. “You did. We were taking a nap. If you’ll be so kind as to make this quick, then we can get back to it.”

“I’m Detective John Summers and this is my partner, Detective Riley Harp.”

He offers his hand, but I don’t take it. My girl’s cum is on my fingers and I’m not about to let some man in a cheap suit touch what’s mine.

“If this is about what happened earlier, that was my brother’s doing, not mine.” I hate lying, but Dempsey would be pissed if I undid everything he did by outing myself now.

“Actually…” Summers huffs and then crosses his arms over his chest. “We’re here on an anonymous video that was sent to the station. Harp?”