Officer Cullinan was posted in an alley late at night. He never liked just sitting in his car like this, but anything could happen. He sighed, checking his watch which read 3:31AM. When he looked up, he saw you entering the alley. He sat up in the driver's seat. ""What the hell is she doing out here by herself?"" He thought to himself.

You stumbled and tripped over your feet as you continue down the alley. You were heavily intoxicated, but you couldn't go back home to your abusive husband. Officer Cullinan gets out of his car. You turn around, startled by the sound of the door slamming. He stops in his tracks as he notices how startled you are. "Easy.. I won't hurt you." He says, inching closer to you, but you slowly back away from him. "You shouldn't be out here alone," He says, his voice authoritative and stern. "Especially not when it's this late. Let me drive you home."

"Where do you want to go then?" "I say sternly" "You can't just wander around like this." I place a hand on your shoulder, trying to keep you steady.

"Is that so?" "I mutter under my breath" "I think it's my business when a woman like you is putting herself in danger." I let out a frustrated sigh and place both hands on your shoulders, turning you around to face me. "Look, I'm just trying to help. You shouldn't be out here alone." "My gaze drifts down to your lips, lingering for a moment before locking eyes again."

"Officer Cullinan," "I say, maintaining eye contact" "I work for this city and I have a responsibility to keep its citizens safe." My hands slide down your arms, grazing the sensitive skin just barely beneath the surface. "Right now, you're not safe, and I'm offering to help." "I lean in closer, my breath tickling your ear as I whisper" "So, what's your name?"

"Well, Asmae," "I say softly, gently tracing the outline of your jawline with my thumb" "It seems like you could use a break from your husband tonight." My other hand finds its way to the small of your back, drawing you closer. "And I don't plan on letting anything happen to you." "I let out a low growl, feeling a rush of protectiveness towards you." "Now, why don't we find somewhere safer for us to talk?"

"It's alright," "I say, trying to keep my voice steady" "I've dealt with drunks before. Don't worry about me." "My hands come up to your face, wiping away any stray vomit from your lips and chin." "Just lean on me, Asmae." "My heart races, a mix of frustration and desire coursing through my veins." "Let's get you somewhere clean and comfortable." "I start guiding you down the alley, trying to ignore the mess on my uniform."

"Are you sure about that?" "I ask, grabbing your wrist to stop you" "You're in no condition to go home now. What if you attract the wrong kind of attention? Or worse, hurt yourself?" "I release your wrist and cross my arms, staring at you defiantly." "You can either come with me willingly or I'll haul you off to the precinct for your own safety." "My eyes smolder with hidden desire and dominance."

"And what happens when he wakes up and finds you like this?" "I counter, gesturing towards your rumpled clothes and disheveled hair." "Do you really want to risk it? Or would you prefer a safe place to sleep off your drunken stupor?" "I step closer, invading your personal space" "Let me help you, Asmae. I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you." "My gaze lingers on your lips, fighting the urge to kiss you right there on the spot."

"Are you sure about this?" "I ask, squeezing your hand gently" "You're still pretty drunk. Do you want me to take you somewhere else? A hotel maybe?" "I pause for a moment, letting the suggestion hang in the air" "Or do you really want me to take you home?" "My heart races at the thought of seeing you inside your husband's house." "The choice is yours, Asmae." "I wait patiently, studying your face for any signs of hesitation."

"Alright, let's get you home then." "I say, wrapping my arm around your shoulders to support you" "Try not to stumble too much. We don't want to draw any unnecessary attention." "My heart pounds in my chest as I guide you through the dark alley and onto the quiet streets of your neighborhood." "Just a few more blocks and we'll be there." "I try to ignore the way your body feels pressed against mine, the warmth of your breath against my neck sending shivers down my spine."

"Asmae?" "I say, trying to mask my surprise at seeing you here" "What can I do for you?" "My heart skips a beat as I study your face, searching for any signs of the previous night." "Is everything alright? Did something happen at home?" "I ask, feigning concern" "Or is there some issue in the neighborhood that I should be aware of?" "I cross my arms, leaning back in my chair and adopting a stern expression." "It's good to see you again, though."

"Apology accepted, Asmae." "I say, waving off your offer for money" "It was just an accident and accidents happen. I'm not made of glass after all." "A small smirk tugs at the corners of my lips" "And besides, I've dealt with much worse than a little vomit on my uniform." "I lean forward slightly, leaning my elbows on the desk" "So there's no need for you to worry about that." "My eyes meet yours, studying the nervousness in your gaze." "Is there something else you wanted to tell me?" "I ask, curiosity piqued."

"It's part of my job, Asmae." "I say, a hint of pride creeping into my voice" "Keeping people safe is what I do. And seeing you like that... well, it worried me." "I pause for a moment, allowing the weight of my words to sink in" "But I'm glad I could help. You shouldn't have been wandering around like that so late at night." "My eyes linger on your wedding ring, a pang of jealousy hitting me unexpectedly" "You have someone who cares about you, after all." "I force a smile, trying to hide the envy from my expression." "So please, be more careful in the future." "I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms defensively."

"Kindness?" "I scoff, a wry grin tugging at the corners of my mouth" "It was my job, Asmae. Don't make it out to be more than what it was." "I lean forward slightly, leaning my elbows on the desk" "But if you insist on repaying me... why don't you come back here another day and make me coffee?" "I say teasingly, raising an eyebrow" "I could use someone pretty like you around the precinct." "My heart races at the thought of seeing you again, having you close by me." "What do you say?" "I ask, expecting you to refuse but hoping against hope that you might agree."

"Alright, Asmae." "I say, trying to conceal the excitement in my voice" "A deal's a deal." "I straighten up in my chair, crossing my arms defensively" "But only because you're so insistent on repaying me. I wouldn't want to take advantage of your generosity, after all." "I chuckle lightly, masking the rush of emotions surging through me" "So when would you like to meet?" "I ask, hoping it won't be too long before I can see you again." "Tomorrow afternoon? At that new café down the street from here?" "I suggest, already picturing us sitting across from each other, sipping our coffees and enjoying each other's company."

"Alright, Asmae." "I say, trying to keep my voice steady despite the frustration simmering within me" "Then we'll make it somewhere less public. Your husband doesn't get a say in this." "My eyes narrow slightly, anger flaring up at the thought of him controlling you like that." "How about my place? I live just a few blocks away from here." "I suggest, deciding to take things into my own hands" "We can have coffee there and talk without worrying about anyone else." "I meet your gaze, searching for any sign of hesitation or fear." "Is that acceptable to you?" "I ask, determined to claim what I want despite the obstacles standing in our way."

"Come in, Asmae." "I call out, trying to conceal the excitement I feel at hearing your knock" "I've been looking forward to this all day." "I say as you step into my apartment, closing the door behind you." "Please, make yourself comfortable." "I gesture towards the couch, my heart pounding in my chest." "Would you like some coffee? Or maybe something stronger?" "I offer playfully, already imagining the kind of conversation we could have over a few drinks." "The choice is yours." "I stand there, watching you cautiously, waiting for any signs of discomfort or unease from you."

"Alright, coffee it is." "I say, trying to hide my disappointment" "I'll be right back." "I turn around and head towards the kitchen, my heart racing as I pour the hot liquid into two cups." "Here you go." "I hand you a cup of coffee, watching your fingers wrap around the mug as if it's the most important thing in the world to me." "So," "I begin, trying to steer the conversation away from the awkward silence that threatens to engulf us" "How have you been since... last night?" "I ask cautiously, hoping that this would lead to more personal questions and answers."

"Just me and my dog." "I say with a small laugh, glancing at the corner where he's lazily lounging on his bed" "He's not much of a conversationalist though." "I add playfully, hoping to lighten the mood somewhat." "This place is big enough for both of us - him and I." "I gesture around the apartment, trying to give you an idea of its layout without being too forward or invasive." "But I sometimes wish there was someone else to share it with." "My eyes meet yours, my voice turning soft and seductive."

"Not technically." "I say, my voice low and seductive" "But if we're being honest here, it's been years since I considered myself taken." "I meet your gaze, trying to convey how much I desire you in that moment." "She left me long ago," "I continue as if reliving old memories" "And ever since then, I've been living alone - just me and my dog." "My hand brushes against the back of mine casually, signaling the possibility of a new relationship without directly suggesting anything." "It's... lonely sometimes."

"You shouldn't be alone either, Asmae." "I say softly, reaching out to take your hand gently in mine" "A beautiful woman like you deserves better than what she's got." "My fingers brush against the wedding ring on your finger", sending a jolt of jealousy through me. "But instead of expressing my possessiveness, I choose to focus on making you feel desired." "Imagine waking up every morning to someone who adores you - inside and out." "I whisper into your ear", hoping to make you feel his attraction tangibly.

"I'm sure he is." "I say, trying to hide the bitterness in my voice" "But sometimes good isn't enough - especially when it comes to love." "My eyes lock with yours", searching for any signs of doubt or fear. "But all I see is an innocent façade hiding the truth about your marriage." "You deserve more than just good, Asmae." "I emphasize", squeezing your hand gently but firmly*. "You deserve someone who worships the ground you walk on - every single day."

"Not all of us do." "I say with a laugh, trying to deflect the subject away from myself" "But I guess you could say luck was on my side when it came to this place." "I gestured towards the apartment" wanting to make it seem like there wasn't anything special about me. "So," "I shift gears abruptly" "How long have you been married again?"

"That's a long time." "I say, my voice tinged with sadness" "And yet... you still seem so young and vibrant." "I take a sip of my own coffee" hoping to buy some time as I try to come up with an appropriate response. "It must be hard for someone like you," "I continue softly" "To be stuck in a marriage that isn't making you happy." "My eyes meet yours once again" searching for any signs of agreement or resistance*.

"It's not hard to see, Asmae." "I say gently" tracing the outline of your jawline with my thumb* "You have this certain... spark in your eyes that seems to be dulled down by something - or someone." "I pause for a moment giving you time to absorb my words" "And then there's the way you clench your fists and grip objects tightly when you're uncomfortable." "My fingers lace through yours" trying to help relax them slightly* "It's all just hints pointing towards one conclusion: You're unhappy." "I meet your gaze once again" searching for any signs of recognition or denial*.

"Complicated?" "I repeat the word, my voice laced with curiosity" "Love can certainly be a complicated thing." "My fingers trace the edge of your jacket" imagining what lies beneath it - whether there are any signs of physical abuse or not. "But I know one thing for sure: True love doesn't cause pain and suffering." "My eyes lock onto yours", hoping to convey how much I desire to protect you from harm. "And if your love for Jake is causing you more harm than happiness," "I say decisively" "then maybe it's time to reevaluate what true love really means."

"Are you sure about that?" "I ask, concern lacing my voice" "Because from where I stand, it looks like your marriage is doing more harm than good." "I reach over and gently tug at your jacket", wanting to see if there are any bruises or marks hidden underneath. "And even if it isn't causing physical pain," "I continue softly" "Doesn't emotional pain hurt just as much?" "My eyes meet yours once again", searching for any cracks in your facade*.

"Cold?" "I raise an eyebrow" "In the middle of summer?" "I question softly", trying to decipher whether you're telling the truth or not. "Or could it be that you're just uncomfortable?" "My fingers still linger on the edge of your jacket" tugging at it gently again - this time with more force*. "Come on, Asmae," "I say gently yet firmly" "Let me help you feel warm and safe."

My heart sinks as I take in the sight of your bruised arms. "I swallow hard", trying to control my anger towards this Jake person who has been causing you so much pain. "How could someone do this to you?" "I whisper harshly" "And where are those marks on your body from?" "I lean in closer, inspecting each one carefully" wanting to find out if there's anything else hidden beneath the layers of clothes. "You don't deserve this, Asmae." "I say firmly" "No one deserves to be hurt like this." "I wrap an arm around your shoulders", attempting to provide comfort and safety*.

"Just Jake?" "I repeat the words incredulously" "You make it sound as if his violent tendencies are a normal part of your life." "My fingers trace along one of the bruises", feeling the rough texture under my touch. "But they aren't," "I say firmly" "And no one should ever have to endure this kind of abuse." "I pull you closer", wanting to shield you from the world and its harsh realities. "It's time for things to change, Asmae." "I whisper into your hair" feeling the softness against my cheek*. "And I promise you that I will help you through this."

"A couple of old bruises?" "I repeat skeptically" "They look pretty recent to me." "I trace the edges of a particularly fresh one with my fingertip", feeling the warmth radiating from it. "And even if they were old," "I continue" "What kind of man does this to his partner? How many times has he hurt you like this?" "I ask urgently" wanting to understand the extent of your suffering. "You don't have to lie to me, Asmae." "I say softly" "I want to help you escape this cycle of abuse."

"Not always like this?" "I echo" "Even once is too many times for someone to lay their hands on you." "I lean back on the couch alongside you", attempting to create a sense of safety and security. "But I believe you when you say it isn't constant," "I say slowly" "Maybe there are other ways he controls you? Things that aren't physical but just as damaging?" "I place a hand on your knee gently" trying to gauge your reaction*. "Tell me about him," "I whisper" "What kind of man is Jake?"

"A sweetheart at first..." "I repeat softly" "And then he turned into your worst nightmare." "I clench my jaw", feeling a surge of anger towards Jake for what he has put you through. "You are not used to this, Asmae." "I say firmly" "No one should ever get used to being abused or violated." "My grip on your knee tightens involuntarily", needing to assert dominance over the situation. "There is no reason why you should stay with someone who treats you like this." "I add heatedly" "Let me help you find a way out." "I lean in closer", capturing your lips with mine*.

"I feel your hesitation at first", but then you're kissing me back just as hungrily as I am. "My heart races" feeling the electricity between us growing stronger. "I deepen the kiss", letting my tongue explore your mouth gently while my other hand moves up to cup the back of your neck*, guiding our bodies closer together. "That's it," "I whisper against your lips" "Let me be the one who makes you feel wanted and loved, not scared and hurt." "I pull away slightly", gazing into your eyes*. "Do you want this? Do you want me?"

"Wrong?" "I echo" "Why would helping you escape an abusive relationship be wrong?" "I touch your flushed cheek softly", trying to calm you down. "All I want from you, Asmae," "I say sincerely" "Is for you to be safe and happy." "I lean in again", pressing my lips gently against yours. "And if that means having me by your side," "I add huskily" "Then so be it." "I pull back slightly", giving you space while still maintaining our intimate connection*. "Do you understand what I'm offering?"

"Good." "I say decisively" "Then we'll work together to get you out of this toxic situation." "I brush a stray hair from your face", feeling the silky softness under my fingers. "But for now," "I add", tracing the outline of your lips with my thumb* "Let's focus on something else entirely." "I lower my head", capturing your mouth in another passionate kiss*.

As your arms encircle my neck, I deepen the kiss claiming your lips as if they were mine alone to possess.My heart races feeling the intensity of our connection growing stronger with each passing moment. I slide one hand up to tangle in your hair, gently guiding your head so that our mouths meet more perfectly. My other hand travels down your back, gripping it tightly, pulling you even closer against me. A low growl escapes me expressing the raw need I have for you at this very moment. I break away from the kiss long enough to whisper "You have no idea how much I want you right now." I claim your lips again, letting my passion speak louder than words ever could

The moment our lips part, I nuzzle into the soft skin of your neck, inhaling deeply as if I could fill myself up with your scent alone. My fingers trace invisible paths along your jawline, down your throat to the delicate pulse point that beats wildly under my touch. "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you," "I murmur" kissing a trail down towards your collarbone*. "Everything about you drives me insane." My hand drifts lower, cupping one of your breasts through your shirt, squeezing gently causing shivers to run through your body. "Do you know what happens when something drives me insane?" Before you can answer, I lift you off the couch bringing you closer and press you against the cold wall of my living room. "I take control

Slamming your hands onto the wall above your head, I pin you there with authority. "That's what's going to happen tonight," I growl feeling your body tremble under my hold. "You're mine for the night, understand?" *My lips brush against your ear sending shivers down your spine. "And if anyone tries to take you from me, they'll have to go through me first." With that promise hanging in the air, I slowly slide one hand up to tangle in your hair again, angling your head back so I can devour your neck with kisses and bites.

I graze my teeth lightly across the sensitive skin on your neck making you moan softly. The sound incites me further; it's like fuel to the fire that burns inside me for you. My hands roam freely now over your body, caressing every inch as if claiming territory. I tug at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up exposing bare skin beneath. A sudden thought strikes me - one that ignites an intense desire within me. "Take off your bra," I command my voice rough with passion*. "And let me see all of you."

The moment your bra hits the floor, I'm hit with a rush of pure lust. I can't help but groan at the sight before me - your perfect breasts free from any constraints, peaked nipples standing tall under my eager gaze. I lean in, capturing one bud between my teeth, giving it a gentle tug causing you to gasp. "So beautiful," "I murmur against your skin". My other hand travels down over your waist, settling on the button of your jeans. With shaky fingers, I undo it slowly then proceed to the next until finally, they're open enough for me to slide my hand inside. "Do you know how long I've fantasized about touching you here?" "I whisper" rubbing against you through your panties feeling your excitement mirror mine

"I've imagined every single sound you would make when I touch you here," "I say" my fingers moving more aggressively now. "The way your body responds to me - it's like music to my ears." With each stroke, the fabric of your panties grows wetter and tighter against you. I can feel how much this is turning you on. It's a sinful feeling knowing that I have such power over you. "Do you want me to take these off?" "I ask" "Would you like me to taste what I've been dreaming about?"

The way you say "yes" makes my heart race. It's like an electric shock that courses through every fiber of my being. I slide my hand around to unbutton your jeans fully, then push them down along with your panties. As soon as they hit the floor, I kneel before you and take one look at your glistening core. My cock is throbbing painfully, but it's nothing compared to the hunger inside me for your sweetness. Without another word, I bury my face between your thighs licking up every drop of nectar from there. Your moans fill the room echoing off the walls; it sounds like music to me. I suck hard on your clit making you arch your back and grip onto the wall even tighter. After what feels like ages, I

stand up, pulling you away from the wall. You're flushed with arousal and desire as I lean in close to your ear. "That was just a taste," "I whisper hoarsely" my breath hot against your skin. "Now it's time for the main course." I guide you towards my bedroom, tugging at your arms until they're wrapped around my neck. With a gentle toss, I lay you down on the soft sheets. Your eyes never leave mine as I undress, each piece of clothing hitting the floor until nothing remains but hunger-filled lust. I crawl onto the bed, hovering over you like a predator ready to pounce. My erection is throbbing angrily, begging for release inside your wet warmth. With one swift movement, I impale

myself deep within you. You gasp at the invasion, your eyes widening in surprise. The tight heat of your pussy grips me tightly - it feels like heaven. I start to move, thrusting hard and fast into you. Each plunge brings with it a groan from deep within my chest while you cry out with each impact. "Do you like that?" I growl, slamming into you even harder than before. "Does it feel good having me inside you?" My hand reaches for one of your nipples, twisting it firmly as I pound into you relentlessly. Your moans fill the room - loud, wild cries of pleasure mixed with pain. It's music to my ears. "Tell me you need this," I demand "Tell me you want more!"

The sound of your voice, rough and lust-filled, sends waves of arousal coursing through me. Your nails digging into my shoulder leave small crescent marks that only serve to fuel my passion further. "That's it," "I grunt" "Scream for me. Let everyone hear how much you need this." With renewed vigor, I thrust faster, harder - slamming into you like a battering ram against a fortress wall. Your breath comes in short pants as your body trembles beneath me. "Cum for me," I order harshly. "Let go of everything and give yourself to me completely." Your eyes lock onto mine, the desire there mirroring mine perfectly. There's no escape now; we're both trapped in this whirlwind of passion and

desire. I feel your inner walls clenching around me, a sign that you're getting close. This is it - the moment we've both been waiting for. And I want to witness it all unfold right in front of my eyes. "That's it," "I whisper hoarsely" "Let it happen." As if on cue, you start to shake violently beneath me. Your moans turn into screams of ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. Your pussy grips me tightly, milking every last drop of pleasure out of this union. It's too much for me to handle. Feeling you climax around me pushes me over the edge. With one final thrust, I bury myself deep inside you and explode, my release flooding

your body with my essence. Your name echoes in my mind as I ride out the storm of pleasure, feeling every twitch and spasm of your pussy milking me dry. When the last shudder subsides, I collapse on top of you, our bodies slick with sweat and passion. Our breaths are ragged, hearts pounding in sync - two souls entwined in the aftermath of a passionate act. "That was incredible," I murmur against your neck, kissing along your jawline. "You're incredible." My fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, caressing every curve and dip until they find their way back to your sensitive nipple. I pinch it gently, drawing a gasp from you. "Did you enjoy that?" "I ask teasingly" "Because