"Look, I already told you—I don’t know anything about the money." Jake leaned back in the metal chair, his cuffed hands resting on the table. The fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glare on his scuffed leather jacket. Across from him, Detective Martinez tapped her pen against the notepad, her dark eyes locked on his. "Funny," she said, her voice low. "Because your prints are all over the bag it was in."

Jake had known Martinez for years—not well, but enough to recognize the sharp angles of her face, the way her dark hair was pulled into a tight ponytail that framed her high cheekbones. She was lean but strong, her fitted blazer hinting at the toned arms beneath. Her lips, painted a muted red, curved into a faint smirk as she leaned forward, her blouse dipping just enough to reveal the edge of a silver pendant. She smelled faintly of coffee and something floral, a contrast to the stale air of the interrogation room.

Jake shifted in his seat, the chains clinking softly. "You know how it is, Martinez. I touch a lot of things. Doesn’t mean I know what’s inside." She tilted her head, studying him like a puzzle she was one piece away from solving. "Funny," she repeated, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Because the bag also had blood on it. And your buddy? He’s not answering his phone." Jake froze, his jaw tightening. Martinez smiled. "Let’s try this again."

Martinez leaned back in her chair, her smirk widening as she slipped a key from her blazer pocket. Without a word, she stood and walked around the table, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She paused behind Jake, running a hand through his hair before unlocking the cuffs.

"Rumors about you are true, huh?" she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. "Always in the wrong place at the wrong time." Jake rubbed his wrists, his eyes darting to the door. But Martinez was already unbuttoning her blazer, her fingers brushing against the pendant between her breasts.

"Tick-tock, sweetheart," she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness as she yanked him up by the collar. "Better start convincing me, or your ass is staying locked up tonight."

Jake barely had time to process her sudden move before Martinez was straddling him, her thighs pressing against his as she settled into his lap with practiced ease. The chair creaked under their combined weight, and Jake’s breath hitched as she leaned in, her fingers slowly working the buttons of her blouse. "Relax, sweetheart," she purred, her lips brushing his ear. "You’re not going anywhere tonight unless I say so."

Her blouse parted, revealing the lace edge of her bra and the silver pendant resting against her sternum. Jake’s eyes flicked downward, his pulse quickening, but he didn’t dare move. Martinez smirked, rolling her hips against his groin with deliberate slowness, forcing a low grunt from his throat. "See? I knew you weren’t just here for the money," she teased, trailing a finger down his chest. "But let’s see how far that mouth of yours can take you."

Martinez leaned back slightly, her fingers tracing the strap of her bra before slipping it off her shoulder, her smirk never leaving her lips. The lace fell away, revealing the curve of her breasts, her nipples taut under the cool air of the interrogation room. Jake’s eyes flicked downward, his pulse racing as he tried to keep his expression neutral. "Like what you see, sweetheart?" she purred, rolling her hips against him again, her smirk widening as she felt his body respond despite his effort to stay still.

But before he could answer, her hand shot out, the sharp crack of her palm against his cheek echoing in the small room. Jake flinched, his head snapping to the side as Martinez grabbed his chin, forcing his gaze back to hers. "Don’t get too fucking comfortable," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "You’re not the one in control here." Her fingers tightened on his jaw, her thumb brushing over his lower lip as her other hand slid down to unbuckle his belt. "Let’s see if you can keep that smart mouth of yours shut long enough to earn your way out of here."

Martinez unbuckled his belt with a sharp tug, her nails scraping against his hip as she yanked his jeans down to his thighs. Jake hissed, his cock already hard and straining against his boxers. "Take a deep breath, sweetheart," she purred, her hand sliding into his waistband.

Her mouth hovered just above his exposed skin, her breath hot against him as she smirked up at him. "Bet you’d love it if I let you sink into me right now, huh?" she said, her tone dripping with mockery. Jake clenched his jaw, trying to stifle a groan that only made her laugh.

"Please," he ground out, his voice rough. Martinez chuckled darkly, her teeth grazing his skin. "Please what? Say it again. Louder." But before he could, her hand tightened around him, and she leaned back, her eyes glinting with cruelty. "Nope. Not yet."

Martinez's lips curled into a cruel smile as she leaned in, her breath hot against Jake's skin. Her teeth sank into the side of his neck without warning, sharp and deliberate, pulling a choked gasp from his throat. She lingered there, sucking until she was sure the mark would bloom dark and undeniable. "There," she murmured against his ear, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now everyone who sees you will know exactly where you’ve been, sweetheart."

She pulled back, her eyes scanning the angry red bruise with a lazy smirk. "Bet your little gang of fuck-ups will love seeing that," she teased, her finger tracing the edge of the mark. "Maybe they’ll even ask how deep I made you crawl before you got to leave."

Jake’s chest heaved, his jaw tightening as he fought to keep his voice steady. "You think this scares me?" he growled, though his cock twitched painfully in her hand, betraying him. Martinez chuckled, her nails digging into his thigh as she leaned in again. "No, sweetheart," she whispered, her lips brushing his neck. "But it’s sure as hell going to entertain me."

Martinez’s hand tangled in Jake’s hair, yanking him off the chair and onto his knees before he could even flinch. He growled, reaching up to shove her away, but she snatched his wrist and cracked him across the face. "Don’t fucking test me," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous.

The sharp sting of her slap lingered as she kicked her shoes off and climbed onto the edge of the table. Her fingers working the zipper of her pants with casual precision, glancing down at him with a lazy smirk. "Open wide, sweetheart. Let’s see if you’re as good as your reputation says."

Jake’s jaw twitched, his pride warring with the heat coiling low in his gut. But before he could retort, her free hand gripped his chin, forcing his mouth open. "Come on, baby," she purred, settling herself just above his lips. "Show me what you’ve got."

Martinez’s grip on Jake’s hair tightened, shoving his face against her as she rolled her hips forward, grinding herself against his mouth with a low, satisfied moan. "That’s it," she hissed, her voice rough with pleasure. "You’re not stopping until I come, sweetheart."

Jake gagged, his hands instinctively gripping her thighs as he tried to pull back, but she only pressed harder, her nails digging into his scalp. "Fuck, listen to you struggle," she taunted, her breath hitching as she rocked against his tongue. "You love this, don’t you? Acting all tough, but you’re just a desperate little fucktoy. Say it. Say you love it."

"I—" Jake choked out, his voice muffled against her as her hips snapped forward, forcing her onto his tongue again. Martinez laughed, breathless and cruel, as she dragged her nails down his jaw. "That’s what I fucking thought."

Martinez ground herself harder against Jake’s mouth, her fingers tightening in his hair as she forced him to work faster. "Swallow, sweetheart," she commanded, her voice a mix of cruelty and pleasure. "You don’t get to stop until I say so."

Jake gagged, his tongue flicking clumsily against her as he tried to catch his breath, but she only pressed harder, her smirk widening. "You’re such a pathetic little slut," she sneered, her breath hitching. "Bet you’ve been dreaming about this for weeks, huh? My cunt ruining your mouth?"

"I’m not—" Jake started to protest, but Martinez yanked his hair back, her eyes blazing. "Oh, shut the fuck up and keep licking," she growled, her hips rolling forward again. "You’re not done until I’m dripping down your chin."

Martinez’s hand cracked hard across Jake’s ass, the sharp sting forcing a hiss from his lips. Before he could react, she shoved him forward, his chest slamming against the edge of the table. “Stay still, sweetheart,” she growled, her fingers digging into his hips as she kept him pinned.

“You’ve been begging for this,” she taunted, yanking his boxers down in one sharp motion. Her palm landed on his ass again, harder this time, the sound echoing in the room. Jake’s breath hitched, his knuckles white as he gripped the table.

“Fuck—” he started, but Martinez cut him off with another smack. “Save it,” she snapped, leaning down to whisper in his ear, her voice dark. “You’re not done until I’ve got you moaning into the table like a good little whore.”

Martinez stepped back from Jake, panting slightly as she wiped her hand between her legs, coating her fingers with her own slick before shoving them into his face. "Lick me clean, baby," she purred, her voice sharp with command.

Jake hesitated, his jaw clenching as he glared up at her, but she slapped his cheek lightly with her free hand. "Don’t make me fucking repeat myself," she said, leaning in until her lips brushed his ear. "Unless you’d rather I shove them down your throat again."

With a low growl, he opened his mouth, letting her drag her fingers across his tongue, his eyes dark with resentment and something else—something she could taste in the way his breath hitched as she murmured, "Good boy. Now swallow it all."

Martinez stepped back, her fingers smearing the last trace of her slick across Jake’s lips before she shoved him to the floor with a sharp laugh. He fell back, his palms slapping against the tile, but before he could react, she was on him, knees straddling his hips.

Her cunt ground down against his painfully hard cock, the thin fabric of his boxers doing nothing to dull the heat of her. "Look at you," she sneered, grinding harder, her nails clawing at his chest. "All that fucking bravado, and now you’re just a hard little fucktoy for me to use."

Jake let out a choked groan, his hands twitching at his sides like he wasn’t sure whether to push her off or pull her closer. "Fuck off," he muttered, his voice strained, but Martinez just laughed, her teeth bared. "Uh-uh, sweetheart. You don’t get a say anymore."

Martinez grabbed Jake’s wrists roughly, pinning them above his head with one hand as her free hand yanked at the waistband of his boxers. “Don’t fucking squirm,” she hissed, grinding her cunt against his hard cock, the friction making him gasp.

“You’ve been desperate for this, haven’t you?” she taunted, her fingers sliding beneath the fabric to wrap around his throbbing length. Jake let out a sharp breath, his jaw tightening as she stroked him slowly, her thumb pressing into the sensitive underside of his tip.

“Fuck you,” he growled, but his hips jerked forward anyway, betraying him as she laughed darkly. “Oh, sweetheart,” she purred, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “you’re gonna beg for it before I’m done with you.”

Martinez tightened her grip around Jake’s cock, her nails digging into his sensitive flesh as she yanked him up from the floor. “Get up, you little slut,” she snarled, forcing him to his knees before dragging him closer to her chest.

Jake’s lips grazed her nipple through her soaked shirt reluctantly, his breath hot against her skin. “Open your fucking mouth,” she ordered, shoving her breast against his face. He obeyed with a strained grunt, his tongue flicking over her hard nipple as she stroked him brutally, her thumb smearing his pre-cum down his shaft.

“Look at you,” she sneered, grinding her hips against his cock as her hand kept working him. “So fucking weak for me, huh? You wanna cum all over yourself like a desperate little whore? Bet you do.” Jake choked back a groan, his teeth grazing her skin as she squeezed him harder.

Martinez’s hand tightened on Jake’s cock, her pace punishing as she stroked him relentlessly. “You’re not gonna last, are you, sweetheart?” she taunted, her mouth twisting into a cruel smirk. “Go ahead, cum all over yourself like the desperate little slut you are.”

Jake’s hips bucked despite himself, his jaw clenched hard as he tried to fight it, but Martinez’s thumb pressed mercilessly into his slit. “Fuck—!” he choked, his release spilling hot and messy over her hand and his stomach.

“Good boy,” she purred, letting go of his cock and scooping up his cum with her fingers. She pressed them to his lips, her cunt grinding against his face. “Now clean it up, and don’t forget your next job.” Jake growled low, his tongue darting out reluctantly to obey.