Free The Profilers by Suzanne Steele Page B

No offence, but you seem so much younger than I thought you would be. I mean, you’re actually very pretty and I love that purple jacket you’re wearing.”
     
     

    “Damn it, damn it, damn it,” Agent Turner growled as he sat in traffic. He finally got tired of waiting and hit the lights and siren to get through it. “I already know, Rene. I’ll turn it off before we’re close enough for whoever is at that fucking library to hear.”
    Rene just shook her head and watched the side streets for oncoming traffic as he blew through stoplights. He made it downtown in record time and cut off the lights and siren as they approached the front of the library.
    “She’s got the blinds down and the closed sign on the door.”
    “I see that.”
    They made their way up to the front entrance. After confirming it was locked, Agent Turner used the butt of his gun to smash the glass in the door, cringing at the unavoidable noise he was making. He then reached in to turn the deadbolt and open the door.
    He placed his finger up to his lips, indicating the need for silence, and they went in with guns drawn. They slowly made their way back towards the small kitchenette where they could hear a female’s voice, thick with emotion.
    “My mother was just like you, letting my worthless father beat her up day after day and lying for him the whole time it went on. The ultimate lie, the ultimate betrayal, was when she gave me away. She put me up for adoption just because he didn’t want me. She chose a fucking abuser over her own child.”
    “Freeze!” Agent Turner called out, making his way around the corner to see a woman standing over Angel. She looked completely unstable and was holding a knife that she was waving around erratically.
    “Put the fucking knife down,” Rene growled, working her way in behind the suspect.
    “She deserves to die.”
    “She’s not a victim of abuse. She was raped by two boys who gave her a ride.”
    “No, no, she admitted she went with them to get high.”
    “And you killed them, right?”
    “Yes. Yes, I did.”
    “Then you’ve already doled out retribution for the offense. Why hurt her?”
    The women looked back and forth between them like she was disoriented. Agent Turner used the moment of confusion to fire off a shot that lodged in her shoulder and caused her to drop the knife.
    Rene ran over, quickly kicked the knife out of the way, and removed handcuffs from her waist to restrain the suspect.
    Sirens could be heard as backup arrived to secure the scene. Having her off the streets would mean safety at last. That is, until the next case.



Chapter Twenty Two
    “That’s it. Breathe,” she whispered as she barely lowered down on his cock.
    “Rene, I can’t take anymore of you teasing me.”
    “I asked you to shut up. Since you can’t seem to listen, I’ll shut you up myself.”
    She moved, positioning her pussy over his mouth. He thrashed against the ropes she had used to tie him down to the bed.
    “That’s a good boy. I know how to put that mouth of yours to good use.”
    His lips went to work and his tongue lapped at her juices like he couldn’t get enough.
    “Such a greedy boy,” she taunted as she turned her body enough to fist his swollen cock in her hand. She purposely ground down onto his face, sending him into a feeding frenzy as she came.
    “Now that… will get you fucked.” She lowered her body down onto his cock roughly, pumping her hips rapidly until he cried out as he spilled his seed in her. She grabbed a handful of his hair and bent down to growl in his ear. “If I ever see another woman grab you and hug you like Angel did when you came to her rescue, I’m going to put you in a chastity device until your balls shrivel up like raisins.”
    She jumped up to head to the shower.
    “Rene, Rene, please untie me. I promise I’ll be good.”
    She peeked around the corner and eyed every inch of him slowly like she was debating the merits of leaving him there. She must