Master of Lust

Chapter - 246

The door closed with a sharp click as the two detectives left, leaving Rick and Sergeant Linda Swan alone in the cold, dim interrogation room. The air was thick with tension, almost suffocating, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath, anticipating the inevitable clash between them.

The sterile fluorescent light flickered, casting harsh shadows on the cracked, chipped walls. The table between them felt like a dusty saloon bar counter, and the silence was the type you'd find in a desolate western town just before a duel. The chairs were hard, metal, and unforgiving, but neither of them shifted an inch. They remained frozen, locked in a silent face-off. It was as though time had slowed down, with the room heavy like the dry heat of a desert, waiting for the first move to be made.

Linda's stare was seething, brimming with a fury that barely masked her desire for revenge and retribution. Her eyes, dark and cold, demanded payback for what Rick had done to her the last time they crossed paths. The memory ran through her mind: Rick brutally thrusting himself into her, treating her like a slave, and she was ashamed that she enjoyed it. But now she wanted to straight things out. Her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides, fingers itching as if ready to draw and fire a gun. She was the hunter, and her prey was sitting across from her, daring her to act. The intensity of her gaze screamed vengeance, but she remained still—coiled, waiting, but clearly aching for a fight.

Rick, on the other hand, sat with a casual confidence that contrasted starkly with her smouldering anger. His posture was relaxed, leaning back in his chair as if they were discussing something trivial. His eyes danced with amusement, a playful glint in them as though this entire encounter was nothing more than a game. His smirk never left his face, and his gaze was light but sharp, tracing the outline of her body, teasing her without words. He was the outlaw sitting in the centre of town, unbothered, knowing full well that he could handle whatever came his way.

The atmosphere between them felt like a classic Western standoff, two gunslingers in a ghost town, sizing each other up before the inevitable draw. The room seemed to shrink around them, the space between their gazes a battlefield. The flickering light overhead buzzed, mimicking the tension, while outside, the muted hum of the police station seemed a world away, distant and irrelevant.

Linda's jaw tightened as Rick's smirk grew wider, the silent mockery hanging heavy in the air. The tension was a tight wire, ready to snap. One wrong move, one word, and it would all explode into a chaotic, final showdown. But for now, they remained locked in that charged silence, each waiting for the other to flinch.

And yet, Rick's eyes never wavered showing a playful challenge. He was the outlaw with a hand on his holster, daring her to make the first move, confident that when the dust settled, he'd still be the one standing.

Rick was testing the waters, bidding his time. Linda was a one time thing, but fuck, thinking about that time still gave Rick a hard on.

The silence stretched on, taut as a drawn bowstring, until finally, Linda could no longer contain herself. Her jaw clenched, her eyes burning with unspoken rage, she broke the stillness with a voice low and venomous, each word dripping with menace.

"This time," she hissed, leaning forward, her fists planted firmly on the cold, metal table, "I will make you suffer."

Her words cut through the heavy air like a blade, the sound sharp and deliberate. The anger in her eyes blazed, as if every syllable was fuelled by the humiliation she had endured. "You think you got the better of me before, Rick? You think you can do whatever you want?" Her lip curled into a snarl, her body vibrating with barely suppressed fury. "But this time, I will show you what real pain is. I will make you suffer for what you did to me."

Rick's smirk widened at her threat, amusement dancing in his eyes. He tilted his head slightly, as if considering her words, then leaned back even further in his chair, completely at ease despite the heat radiating from Linda's fury.

"Aww! You don't have to act all angry and threating just to meet me! We could just meet outside and enjoy together like normal people. Oh, my bad. I didn't give you my contact last time!", Rick replied, his voice laced with mockery and he winked at Linda.

Linda's eyes narrowed, her fingers tightening on the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white. "Enough!", she shouted in anger and slammed the table.

"Ouch! Darling, be careful or you will hurt yourself! And please drop this act of anger! You enjoyed it last time and I know you are excited for now!", Rick again mocked Linda

"You have no idea what's coming for you, Rick," she growled, her voice low and filled with promise. "But this time, I won't be making the same mistake."

The room felt even smaller now, the air heavy with the threat of what was to come. It was clear that this confrontation was far from over, and Linda's desire for revenge had only just begun to surface.

Linda dialled her phone and shortly two men came into the room with a rope, a baton, and a taser. They hesitated for moment looking at Sergeant Linda.

A man questioned, "But Sergent! He isn't even charged. Shouldn't we at least…."

"Shut up and just do as I say. Tie him up nicely and leave the rest to me!", Linda cut off the man with a commanding tone.

"Yes ma'am!", the men agreed and proceeded towards Rick with the rope.

As the two men moved toward Rick with the rope, their steps hesitant but obedient, Linda's eyes gleamed with anticipation. She crossed her arms, watching with satisfaction, already savouring the control she was about to have. Rick, still unfazed, leaned back, that ever-present smirk dancing on his lips, as if this was nothing more than a game he was enjoying.

Just as the men reached him, Linda's phone rang. The shrill sound cut through the tense atmosphere like a knife. She frowned, annoyed, but pulled her phone from her pocket and glanced at the screen. Seeing the commissioner's name flashing, she cursed under her breath and answered.

"What?" she snapped into the phone.

There was a brief pause as she listened to the voice on the other end. Her expression darkened, the tension in her body shifting from anticipation to frustration. The two men stopped mid-step, rope in hand, casting nervous glances at each other as they waited for orders.

"A lawyer?" Linda repeated, her tone laced with disbelief. Her grip on the phone tightened as she turned her back slightly, her voice dropping to a low growl. "From Warner? Coming to press charges against Rick?" Her eyes flickered toward Rick, who was still watching her with a cocky grin. "You're serious?"

The commissioner on the other end confirmed, and Linda's scowl deepened. She let out an exasperated sigh, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose as if the weight of the situation was finally starting to wear her down.

"Fine," she spat. "I'll deal with it."

She hung up and stood there for a moment, gripping the phone so tightly it looked as if she might snap it in two. Then, with an irritated huff, she turned to the two men and barked, "Stop!"

The men froze, exchanging confused looks. One of them, the one holding the rope, dared to ask, "What now, Sergeant?"

Linda's eyes flashed with annoyance. "Warner's sending in his lawyer to press charges against him." She gestured toward Rick, who raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the sudden change in direction. "So, put the damn rope down."

The men complied immediately, backing away from Rick with a sense of relief but still unsure what to make of the situation.

Linda stared at Rick for a long moment, the anger still simmering behind her eyes. But now, there was something else—disgust. She shook her head, muttering under her breath as she crossed her arms. "I can't believe it. Marnus Warner, pressing charges?" She spat the words like they were poison. "The Warner I knew would've had you tortured or killed by now for what you did to his only son. But now—pressing charges? It's pathetic. Warner used to be ruthless," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. "What the hell happened to him?"

"Aww! Are you sad that we won't be having your private session? So you are into BDSM and power play right? We can meet outside later and fulfil all our kinks and fantasies!", Rick chuckled mocking Linda.

Linda sighed, showing her annoyance and frustration and proceeded to accompany Rick out of the interrogation room.