Covet
Authors: Anne McClean
Covet
Book 1 of 3
By. Anne McClean
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To Jeanie my Inspiration & Motivation
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Anne McClean
Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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This book contains explicit sexual content. It is intended for adult readers.
Covet
By: Anne McClean
Book 1 of 3
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The senses do not lie. Words that are said can never be unspoken. What is seen can never been unseen. What is heard remains a memory. A smell will always be familiar and a touch will always be felt….
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Anne McClean was raised in Brooklyn, New York. Born to poor immigrant parents, reading was an escape from the harsh reality of life. She began reading at the tender age of 5 when she was given the book, “Aesop’s Fables” as an early Christmas gift by a neighbor. Her love of reading blossomed and she became an ardent reader of all genres of books especially science fiction, horror and romance. She lives in Brooklyn, New York with her husband of 24 years and their four children.
Before
. First times are never easy. Tonight it was going to be hers. Like countless people before her, she waited, dreamt and anticipated this day for a long tine. Blissfully lost in thought she allowed herself to think…would it hurt?
Will the pain be excruciating? What would it be like for him? Did this day mean as much to him as it did to her? Abruptly, her thoughts dissipated and she was again lost in preparation. Everything had to be perfect. After all, she would savor and remember this moment for the rest of her life.
They met in the bar of the hotel. He was just as she remembered, confident, well dressed, and dangerously handsome. Almost as if he’d given little thought to their meeting. It was just another day to him.
But for her today was everything she hoped for. She was stunning…Long blonde hair flowing down her back and spilling down her back, 6” stiletto heels and a knee length jacket that concealed an even shorter cocktail dress that clung to every curve.
They embraced lovingly. Silently indicating to each other that they approved. They ventured to the elevator...no words needed. It was pleasantly empty. As soon as they were inside his hands were all over her touching, feeling, savoring her curves, not bothering for the doors to close.
The bellhop got a tantalizing glimpse of a shapely thigh as the doors closed. She felt so right in his arms. He wanted to fuck her…hard, right here, right now standing up from behind. He found her mouth and thrust his tongue impatiently inside, no warning.
As the kiss deepened his hands made their way to explore her body. They grabbed her ass pulling her deeper into his hardness. She felt his cock stiffen against her abdomen.
Her mouth opened eagerly in response allowing him deeper. His hands continued the assault on her body finding their way to her breast.
She stiffened at the intrusion. No…. not here…not…like…this. She broke off the kiss abruptly.
Fuck!
Jake exclaimed.
His cock was hard, painfully so. “I’m sorry, I just had to kiss you, I’ve wanted to for so long.” Depravity and anticipation crept into his thoughts.
I’m going to fuck her all night
.
First her pussy, then the ass and finally I’ll fuck her mouth.
No condom he thought
…”It’s ok. I wanted it too
”,
she responded, her voice gentle yet wanting. The air between them was charged with the distinct scent of desire.
They stared at each other longing, just as he reached for her again the elevator doors opened to the Hotels’ Presidential Suite.
He took her hand and led her to the impressive lounge. As they walked toward the sofa he couldn't help but smile as he thought of the night ahead…fucking her mindless, finally.
“Would you like a drink?” He asked as he walked over to the bar. “Yes, Something strong not fruity”, He laughed out loud, “Wow, you continue to surprise me. I would’ve thought you were more of a red wine type of woman”. He said as he took two glasses from the bar along with a bottle of scotch. “Is scotch strong enough?”
She smiled, “It will have to do, Jake, unless you have something equally strong and hard.” The statement went straight to his already stiffening cock. He filled one glass with scotch and drank the liquid down quickly.
The liquid courage burned a path down his throat. He filled both glasses half way and walked over to where she was standing with her back to him staring out at the city.
Taking in the sight of her, shapely legs and ass his mind began to sing.
How lucky am I? I get to fuck this fine ass woman all damn night and maybe into the morning.
Sexual cannibalism came to mind if there was such a thing…he wanted to devour her whole. Not merely taste, touch and lick her senseless. Lick her skin, savor the taste of her mouth, suck her nipples and drink from her cunt until he was intoxicated with her essence…like he imagined countless times since their first “meeting.”
He breathed in deeply in a futile attempt to douse his passion. He put the two glasses on the large glass table and walked up behind her grabbing her hips and pulling her back onto his already fully erect cock.
Grinding his hips purposely onto her ass so she felt how hard he was. So she understood what was about to happen right now.
He worked his hand from her hips down lifting up her dress going straight for her pussy while he nibbled on her neck. “Fuck, I want you so much he breathed into her neck, take this fucking dress off now! I need to see you.”
Patricia turned around but he didn't see the flash of sliver in time before she plunged the knife into his abdomen and twisted. Instantly incapacitating him. It sunk in with little effort. And why wouldn’t it? She stayed up all night sharpening it.
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After
. Can this shit get anymore disturbing? Lieutenant Merrick Riley murmured as he looked around the horrifying room rightfully dubbed “crime scene.”
The rookie cop with the “crime scene” tape really outdid himself, he thought slightly annoyed as he ducked under the precariously low-lying display. What a fucking mess, there was blood everywhere, on the carpet, wall, chairs and even on the door.
Grabbing a pair of gloves from his pocket he put them on and walked into the room. No matter how many times he encountered blood and dismemberment he could never get accustomed to the sight.
Lieutenant Merrick Boivin was a handsome man and he knew it. He was every woman’s wet dream. 6’1” dirty blonde hair, piercing blue eyes athletic chiseled body complete with 8-pack abs. His looks made him popular with ladies and he loved the ladies.
Especially well built shapely ones with long legs, full lips and firm plump asses. But when it came to work he was assiduous. He had a knack for solving crimes by thinking like the killer. He always got his man.
His dedication also extended to his personal life. He started working unofficially at the age of seven delivering newspapers and taking out trash for his neighbors. The oldest of three siblings, he had to grow up fast. His father was killed by an IED during his second tour in Iraq when Merrick was eight. His mother wasn't quite the same afterward, she fell apart almost overnight, so he took charge of the household.
Caring for his mother and two younger sisters made him humble. While in high school against his mothers’ wishes he followed in his fathers’ footsteps enlisting in the army. He forged her signature on his waiver papers giving him permission to enlist at seventeen.
Needless to say, she was less than pleased when she finally found out but it was too late he was already gone.
In basic training he out performed everyone in his platoon. People began taking notice. Weeks before he graduated from basic training his drill sergeant called him into his office to meet with a Special Forces recruiter.
The man turned out to be a close friend of his father. He offered him the opportunity to train among the army elite forces. Of course he accepted. He served ten years in some of what many would consider the worst places in the world and saw the worst humanity has to serve up.
After the death of his mother he retired from the military to care for his two younger sisters but continued putting his skills to use by joining the police force. He quickly rose through the ranks making detective in less than two years. Then the F.B.I. came calling. The rest was history.
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Congressman Jake Macalister lay naked, and dead and. He was hogtied with his feet and hands bound together in the middle of the floor.in a pool of blood. His intestines were spilled out in front of him. And his dick was gone. Definitely a high profile case, what fucking luck.
Most “cops” would jump at the opportunity but Merrick was less than pleased. “High profile” meant the press, the mayor and whatever dick district attorney was in office at the moment would be snapping at his ass to find a suspect and close the case as quickly as possible.
Just his luck his transfer to this area came two weeks prior to this murder and it landed in his precincts jurisdiction. This mess was officially his whether he wanted it or not.
He got the call at 5:00 am while he was in the middle of laying some serious pipe to the hot patrolwoman Elizabeth that was assigned to “show him the city.”
She skillfully “showed” him her bathroom, bedroom and the back seat of the patrol car; she was limber and apparently lacked a gag reflex. 5:00 am is the time that the maid went to turn the room down and discovered the body.
The call was kept off the normal police channels so the press wouldn't get a hold of it. Lots of cops in the city were paid by different reporters to call them when potentially high profile cases came up. Keeping the incident off the main channels seemed to be working, for the moment.
They closed the floor off, and a “uniformed cop” was stationed by the elevator to ensure that only authorized persons were admitted. So far, that seemed to be working also.
Sergeant Chris Lancaster, one of the men under Merricks command, and acting partner walked in, “Jesus Fucking Christ!” He yelled.
“I was hoping the reports were wrong, that's Congressman Macalister, what the fuck! Seems like he fucked with the wrong person. Fucking politicians.”
Squatting down next to the congressman’s body, he was able to get a closer look at the killer’s handy work. “Did you happen to see the “rest” of him around here anywhere?”
“You mean his dick? Nope, it could be around here anywhere, just watch your step, I wouldn’t want you slipping on a dick” Merrick chuckled. He answered without turning to look at Chris, still deep in thought regarding the current situation and his lack of sleep.
“Hilarious lieutenant, what the fuck is he tied up with?” Merrick finally turned to look at Chris, “looks like one of those four way BDSM bondage systems”, he replied without even looking”
“Shit, do I even want to know how you know that?” Chris inquired.
“Probably not.
“Have you made the call to CSU?” Chris asked stepping over an article of the Congressman’s clothing.
“Not yet, I’ve only been here a hot minute.”
“Ok, I’ll make the call to CSU now.” Chris retorted and turned to walk into hall.
“Oh, before I forget,
one
of us has to brief the district attorney, Anderson.”
“By “One of Us”, you mean me of course.
“Hey you are in charge lieutenant, consider it an opportunity to pop your cherry.” The smirk on Chris’s face said it all. The D.A. was definitely a dick.
Great just perfect.
After placing the call, Chris walked backed into the room and announced, “Alright, they are en-route.”
“Well, since I’m the “one” that has to brief the D.A., I guess you get this mess, call me with any information.”
Merrick headed out the door. Before leavening he gave the uniformed cop a word of caution, “Stay vigilant, don't let anyone on this floor who doesn't have the proper clearance.”
Roger that sir, the “Uni” looked tired; damn he didn't miss those days he thought as he walked away.
Mya Anderson the drop dead gorgeous district attorney was the youngest DA the city of New York had ever seen. As the only child of a Senator she had all the opportunity anyone could dream of but she chose to forge her own path.
As a teenager she dropped her fathers last name and adopted her mothers maiden name. Graduated from high school with top honors, at the young age of sixteen and was immediately accepted to Harvard Law. Becoming one of the youngest candidate accepted to the Ivy League college.
Defying her parents at every turn, she refused any financial assistance and worked two part time jobs in order to pay her tuition. She got the attention of her professors and was able to intern at the DA’s office during her last year of law school. He was so impressed with her that he hired her as an ADA as soon ad she completed law school.
When he retired she was the obvious choice. A huge scandal broke out that year when the D.A. filed for divorce from his wife of 17 years. Rumors of an affair with a young attractive A.D.A swirled especially when one ambitious reporter made the connection between Mya and Senator Reed.
