Police Officer: Justice of Lust
Copyright© 2025 by Pirates Carry
Chapter 12: Erased and Exposed
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12: Erased and Exposed - “Police Officer: Justice of Lust” is a romantic, dramatic, and thriller story. Sarah Kincaid, a dedicated and principled police officer, is known for her unwavering commitment to justice. When she apprehends Rhys Alistair Thorne, a skilled hacker suspected of cybercrimes, she believes she has cracked a major case. But as the interrogation unfolds, Sarah discovers that Rhys is not the criminal she was led to believe.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic BiSexual Crime White Male White Female Hairy AI Generated
“Sarah, I want the sex after I proposed to you,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “I am sorry if I hurt you.” Sarah’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with surprise and confusion. “Rhys, what are you talking about?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Rhys’ eyes softened, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. “I want to make love to you, Sarah,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “I want to show you how much I love you, how much I want to be with you.” Sarah’s heart swelled with emotion, her eyes meeting his. “But Rhys, we just ... we just had sex,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“I know,” he whispered, his voice filled with love and sincerity. “But that was just the beginning, Sarah. I want to make love to you, to show you how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” “I want that too, Rhys,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. Rhys smiled, his eyes darkening with desire as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
“Sarah, I want to take this slow,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
“I want to savor every moment with you.” She nodded, her eyes meeting his. “I want that too,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes never leaving hers. “Are you sure, Sarah?” “I don’t want to hurt you.” Sarah’s heart swelled with love and trust. “I trust you, Rhys,” she whispered, her voice filled with conviction. “I want this.” Rhys’ eyes softened, and he leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss.
He slowly pushed into her, his body shuddering as he felt her warmth envelop him. Sarah gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to his size. Rhys paused, giving her time to get used to him. “Are you okay?” Sarah nodded, her eyes meeting his. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “I’m more than okay, Rhys. I want this. I want you.” Rhys smiled, his heart swelling with love as he began to move, his thrusts slow and steady. He wanted to savor this moment, to make love to her like he had never made love to anyone before.
He wanted to show her that he was serious about their future, that he was committed to her in a way that he had never been committed to anyone else. He wanted to make sure that she knew how much she meant to him, how much he loved her.
Sarah could feel the difference this time. It wasn’t just about the physical pleasure, although that was intense and overwhelming. It was about the connection, the emotional bond that they shared. She could feel his love for her in every touch, in every kiss, in every thrust. It was as if they were connected on a deeper level, their souls intertwined in a dance that was as old as time itself.
Sarah could feel every emotion that Rhys was feeling, and she knew that he could feel hers as well. It was a bond that was both exhilarating and terrifying, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Rhys’ hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Sarah gasped, her body arching against his as she felt the pleasure building inside her once again. She could feel the tension in her muscles, the heat in her core, and she knew that she was close to the edge.
“Rhys,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Come with me, Sarah,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. Sarah’s body responded to his words, her muscles tensing as the wave of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, her fingers digging into his back as she rode out the orgasm, her body convulsing with each wave of ecstasy. Rhys followed her over the edge, his body tensing as he found his own release, his groan of pleasure muffled against her neck.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in short gasps.
Sarah’s heart was still pounding in her chest, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of their lovemaking. Rhys’ arms were wrapped around her, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. She could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest against her cheek, the steady beat of his heart.
“Sarah,” Rhys murmured, his voice low and content. “That was ... incredible.” She smiled, her eyes still closed, her body still basking in the warmth of his embrace. “It was,” she agreed, her voice soft. “I’ve never felt like that before.” Rhys chuckled, his fingers tracing the line of her spine.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I have to admit, I’ve never felt like this before either.” Sarah opened her eyes, looking up at him with a soft smile. “Really?” Rhys nodded, his eyes meeting hers. “Really,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity. “I’ve had relationships before, but none of them have ever felt like this. It’s like ... it’s like I can’t get enough of you. Like I want to spend every waking moment by your side.” Sarah’s heart swelled with happiness, and she leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“I feel the same way,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “I never thought I’d find someone who understands me like you do.” Rhys’ eyes softened, and he pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her. “I understand you, Sarah,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “I understand your strength, your dedication, your passion. I understand your fears and your insecurities. And I love you for all of it.” Sarah’s eyes filled with tears, and she blinked them away, not wanting to ruin the moment. “I love you too, Rhys,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.
Sarah snuggled into his embrace, feeling a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the physical act they had just shared. She felt safe, understood, and loved. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, and she never wanted it to end.
Sarah combed her hair, her fingers deftly creating the Ambada style she favored, a nod to her police officer roots. She glanced at Rhys, who was already dressed in his usual casual attire, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and affection. “You look like you’re ready to take on the world,” she said, a soft smile playing on her lips. “And you look like you’re ready to take on the station,” he replied, his voice filled with confidence. “I’ve got a few things to wrap up, but I’ll be ready to go in a flash.” “Good,” she said, her voice steady.
“Because we’ve got a lot to discuss. Starting with your past.” Rhys’ expression darkened, and he looked away, his jaw tensing. “Sarah, not this again,” he said, his voice low and warning. “I’ve told you before, my past is ... complicated.” Sarah stepped closer, her voice firm. “I know it is, Rhys. And I know it’s hard for you to talk about. But I need to understand. I need to know what I’m getting into.” Rhys sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know you do,” he said, his voice softening. “But it’s not something I like to dwell on.
It’s ... it’s not pretty, Sarah. And I don’t want you to see me differently because of it.”
Sarah’s expression softened, and she reached out, taking his hand in hers. “Rhys, I’m not asking you to relive your past for my entertainment. I just want to understand you better. I want to know what shaped you into the man you are today.”
Rhys looked down at their entwined hands, his thumb tracing circles on the back of hers. “I know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just ... I don’t want you to think less of me.”
Sarah squeezed his hand, her eyes meeting his. “That’s not possible, Rhys.
I could never think less of you,” Sarah said, her voice filled with conviction. “You’re one of the strongest, most resilient people I’ve ever met. Whatever you’ve been through, it’s made you who you are today. And I love that person.”
Rhys looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or judgment. Finding none, he took a deep breath and began to speak. “My parents died when I was young. A car accident. I was just a kid, and I was left alone. I bounced around foster homes, never really fitting in.
I was always the new kid, the one who didn’t belong. I learned to keep to myself, to rely on myself. It wasn’t until I was a teenager that I discovered computers. They were my escape, my way of connecting with the world without having to interact with people. I taught myself to code, to hack. It was a way to feel powerful, to feel like I had control over something.
Rhys paused, his eyes distant as he remembered. “I got in trouble a few times, but nothing serious. I was always careful, always smart. But then, one day, I made a mistake. I hacked into a government database, looking for information on a case I was working on.
I thought I was being careful, that I had covered my tracks. But I was wrong. Someone had been watching me, and they were waiting for me to slip up. They caught me, and they framed me for a crime I didn’t commit. I was arrested, charged, and sent to prison. I spent years behind bars, my life ruined, all because of a mistake.
Sarah’s eyes widened in shock, her grip on his hand tightening. “Rhys, I had no idea,” she whispered, her voice filled with sympathy. “I’m so sorry.” “It’s not your fault,” he said, his voice soft.
“You were set up. You were framed.” Sarah nodded, her eyes filled with determination. “I know. And I’m going to make sure your name is cleared. We’re going to the police station.” Rhys looked at her, a mix of surprise and gratitude in his eyes. “Now?” “Yes, now,” she said, her voice firm. “We can’t wait any longer. We need to get this done.” Rhys took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. “Okay,” he said, his voice steady. “Let’s go.” They walked in silence, the weight of what they were about to do hanging heavy in the air. Sarah’s mind raced with thoughts of what she would say, what evidence she would present. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but she was determined to see this through.
She had to believe that the truth would set him free, and she was more than willing to fight for it. As they approached the police station, Sarah could feel the familiar sense of purpose wash over her. This was her world, her domain, and she was going to use every tool at her disposal to clear Rhys’ name.
The station was bustling with activity as they walked in, the usual hum of voices and the clatter of keyboards filling the air. Sarah led Rhys through the crowded lobby, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of her colleagues. She spotted Detective Martinez at his desk, engrossed in a stack of papers, and made a beeline for him.
Rhys followed close behind, his eyes darting around the room, taking in the chaos of the station.
“Martinez,” Sarah called out, her voice cutting through the noise. The detective looked up, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw them approaching. “Kincaid, what are you doing here?” he asked, his gaze flicking to Rhys. “And with him?”
Sarah ignored the implied question, her expression serious. “I need to talk to you. In private.” Martinez raised an eyebrow but pushed back his chair and stood up. “Alright, let’s use the conference room.” He led them down a narrow hallway, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead.
The conference room was small, the walls lined with shelves filled with binders and files. Martinez gestured for them to sit, his eyes never leaving Rhys. “Alright, Kincaid, what’s this about?” he asked, his voice gruff.
Sarah took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Martinez’s. “Rhys has been wrongly accused of a crime. I’ve been looking into it, and I’ve found evidence that proves his innocence. I need your help to clear his name.”
Martinez’s eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening in surprise. “What are you talking about, Kincaid? This guy’s a known hacker.
He’s been on our radar for years. And now you’re telling me he’s innocent?” Martinez’s voice was laced with skepticism, his arms crossed over his chest.
Sarah leaned forward, her eyes flashing with determination. “I’m not just telling you, Martinez. I’m showing you.” She pulled out a USB drive from her pocket and slid it across the table towards him. “Everything you need to know is on there. Evidence that Rhys was set up, that he was framed for a crime he didn’t commit.”
Martinez picked up the USB drive, examining it like it was a piece of evidence. “And why should I believe you, Kincaid?
You’ve been off the grid for weeks, and now you waltz in here with some sob story about a hacker being framed?” Martinez’s voice was laced with suspicion, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Sarah.
“Because I’ve known Rhys for years, Martinez. I’ve seen the way he works, the lengths he goes to protect people. He’s not a criminal. He’s a victim,” Sarah replied, her voice steady and sure.
Martinez scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “You’re telling me that this guy, this professional hacker, is just a misunderstood saint? Give me a break, Kincaid.”
Rhys, who had been silent until now, spoke up.
“Detective Martinez, I understand your skepticism. But I assure you, everything Sarah is saying is true. I was set up, and I have the evidence to prove it. I’ve spent years building a reputation as a hacker, but that doesn’t mean I’m guilty of every crime that involves a computer.”
Martinez looked at Rhys, his expression unreadable. “And why should I believe you?”
Rhys leaned forward, his eyes meeting Martinez’s. “Because I have nothing to gain from lying. I’ve already served time for a crime I didn’t commit. I’ve lost years of my life, and I’m not going to let that happen again.
I’m here because I want my name cleared, and I want the person who framed me to pay for what they did.”
Martinez’s gaze shifted between Sarah and Rhys, his expression thoughtful. “Alright, let’s say I believe you. What’s your evidence?”
Sarah leaned forward, her eyes intense. “I’ve found emails between the person who framed Rhys and someone high up in the department. They discuss the plan to set him up, how they’d make it look like he was involved in a hacking ring. There are also records of money transfers, payments made to the person who framed him. It’s all on the USB drive.”
Martinez raised an eyebrow. “And who is this person who framed him?
Do you have a name?” Martinez asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
Sarah nodded, her expression serious. “Yes, I do. The emails refer to him as ‘The Architect.’ I’ve managed to trace the IP address of the emails back to a server located in a building owned by a company called Thorne Industries.”
Rhys’ eyes widened in surprise, his heart pounding in his chest. “Thorne Industries? That’s my family’s company. My father started it, and my brother runs it now.” Rhys’ voice was filled with shock and betrayal. Sarah’s eyes met his, a mix of sympathy and determination in them. “I’m sorry, Rhys. But this is the break we need. We can use this information to trace ‘The Architect’ back to your brother, or someone within the company.” Martinez leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “And what makes you think that your brother, or anyone in the company, is involved in this?” he asked, his voice laced with skepticism. Rhys took a deep breath, his jaw tensing. “Because my brother, Alexander, has always been jealous of my skills.
He’s always wanted to be the one in the spotlight, the one who gets the glory. When I was arrested, he saw it as an opportunity to take over the company and become the star of the show. I never thought he’d go this far, though. I never thought he’d frame me for a crime I didn’t commit.”
Martinez nodded, his expression thoughtful. What’s your plan?”
Sarah leaned back in her chair, her eyes meeting Martinez’s. “First, we need to gather more evidence. We need to prove that Alexander was involved in framing Rhys. We need to trace the money transfers, find out who received the payments.
We need to get a warrant to search Thorne Industries’ servers,” Sarah said, her voice filled with determination.
Martinez nodded, his expression serious. “I’ll get the warrant. But we need to be careful. We don’t want to tip off ‘The Architect’ that we’re onto them.”
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