Insidious Ocean
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 12: can’t
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 12: can’t - Who is the true villain in this story? Luca Moreno has always believed in justice, which is why he became a cop. Now undercover in the Brooks family’s criminal empire, he plans to destroy it from within. But when he meets Raven, the Don’s niece, everything changes. As his morals blur and innocence erodes, Luca must face who he’s becoming—and who the real villain truly is.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Humor Oral Sex
LUCA
It’s been a little over a week since I fucked Raven in my shower. Since I feel like my life in this world has changed forever. In the scope of things—of shit like murder, the fact that I’m hiding who I am and my profession, and worst of all that I’m trying to capture and arrest these people—I understand that it isn’t the biggest deal.
I get that I have larger, more important and pressing things on my plate. I’m not naïve to that fact.
However, I’m also acutely aware of the fact that it changes a lot of things in my life. First and foremost, I’ve kept it secret from Adiv. It’s been hard as hell, but I think it’s for the best. I’m not going to allow it to happen again, as much as I’d like to repeat that night. It would surely worry him and I’m positive he’d scold me and get pissed off that I’m compromising everything he’s been working so hard to achieve over the last several long months.
I’ve only been here a few months. I’d hate myself if I messed it all up for him. I’d never forgive myself.
Second, being around Cain—or anybody that works for him, for that matter—has been extra stressful. I feel utterly paranoid. As if someone saw her approaching my house and entering my front door. As if it’s possibly been figured out and Cain isn’t saying anything because he’s either testing my honesty and loyalty, or he’s simply trying to figure out how he’s going to punish me. I haven’t figured out which is more likely.
It’s also entirely plausible that someone saw Raven at the fight that night. There were dozens of eyes there and I’m sure they know who Don Cain’s niece is. She’s rather hard to miss.
The second I came inside her that night in my shower, I could finally see straight. There’s something about her that constantly blurs my focus. That makes me smudge the lines between right and wrong.
But it was like I’d been struck by a truck. The full weight of the knowledge of potential consequences was suffocating.
I needed space from her, it’s why I created some distance between us in the shower. Whenever I’m around her, I forget everything else. Cain fades into the background. The guns, the drugs, the blood, the violence—all of it becomes noise far off in the distance that feels like a memory.
It’s almost as if being near her makes me feel like it absolves me of any and all sins. It gives me the sensation that whatever evil was wrapping itself around my ankles like the roots of a tree has shriveled up and turned to dust.
I’d contemplated my entire life after we were finished. I was mostly scolding myself for losing sense of reality because once that reality struck me, it didn’t feel good. As much as I was hating myself at that particular moment, I didn’t want nor expect her to leave so quickly.
In hindsight, she likely thought I was being cold towards her after sharing an intimate night, but that wasn’t my intention. I got so lost in my head that by the time I turned around to offer her one of my shirts to sleep in, and to spend the night, she’d already up and left.
I don’t really know what she was thinking. Perhaps she only wanted one thing and once she got it, she was ready to go home. Whatever it is, I’m at the point where—although I’d like for her to know that I’m not a cold asshole—I can’t entirely be bothered with it.
It’s better if we keep distance from one another before I lose control again.
I get it, it’s a stupid idea seeing as how it’s possible to run into her on an almost daily basis while wandering around the mansion, but it’s all I’ve got.
Even tonight, I’m on the edge of my seat. Not literally because I haven’t been able to sit down for well over an hour now, but it’s metaphorical.
Don Cain has had Adiv and I go to some sort of gala that he must attend. He needed security—as he always does—so he’s entrusted my best mate and I to watch his back.
The bad news? He’s requested Kash’s help as well. Even after his behaviour last job. I don’t get it, but I’m not going to question the Don and get reprehended for not having faith in and respecting his decisions.
I’ve never trusted Kash since I met him. Ever since I politely offered to shake his hand, and he and Shaye ignored the gesture, along with making those snarky comments. However, after that last job we did, I fucking hate the guy. Getting stoned and aggressive almost cost all of us our lives.
I full well believe that if Kash hadn’t gotten so violent so quickly, that Reiss and his crew wouldn’t have reacted the way they did. They were retaliating off what they believed was a dangerous situation.
If Kash wouldn’t have gotten high—if he would’ve kept his cool—I happen to think that Adiv and I would’ve been able to talk our way through it. Maybe we would’ve had to use a little intimidation, but I’m positive we would’ve gotten the result we were looking for.
I adjust the bow-tie that encircles my neck too tightly, sipping on my whiskey as I peer around the event space. Adiv left a while ago already to get a drink, but I seem to have lost track of him. I mean, it’s not hard to do when there are so many faces in this crowd, but it still has me curious where he’s wandered off to.
For a moment, I think I’ve spotted him, but it turns out to be a stranger.
And then my eyes fall on her—Raven. And I audibly suck in a breath of air at the sight of her.
Raven looks fucking stunning. She’s magnificently, indescribably, painfully beautiful. It actually makes my chest tighten in an unfamiliar way.
It’s almost as though she can feel the physical caress of my eyes on her skin because she twists her neck to meet my gaze.
She’s in an emerald green, satiny floor-length dress that hugs each and every curve on her body. It’s off the shoulder, exposing the sharpness of her collarbones and that little dip beside the one that I nearly sucked a lovebite into. It has a small train off the one hip that trails behind her like water flowing off the edge of a waterfall.
She has her thick hair in loose curls, with one side pinned up and off the side of her head. It allows her to show off the expensive looking diamond earrings she’s wearing, along with the soft curve of her neck.
She also has dark, but beautiful makeup around her eyes that showcase the vibrant green in her irises. The shade of red she has painted on her lips seems almost offensive in the way it has me remembering the fact that she was settling on her knees in my shower, ready to give me a blowjob before I stopped her.
Why did I stop her?
I swallow hard, fighting off the reminders of how it felt to have my cock nestled inside her. I take a sip of my whiskey to remove the reminder of how her pussy tasted on my fingers. I force myself to turn my focus elsewhere to ignore the fact that I’d like to grab her hand, yank her to the nearest locking bathroom, and hike the skirt of that dress up to nuzzle my face between her legs until I smell like her.
Fuck.
I tear my gaze away from her—literally forcing myself to do so—just as Adiv comes back. He adjusts his tie, straightening it out while loosening it slightly. When he spots me, he nods, beginning to head in my direction until someone captures his attention and he’s forced to stop and chat with them.
It causes my focus to move back to Raven, unable to ignore the fact that she’s here, she looks bloody incredible, and I have far too many dirty thoughts swirling around in my brain.
I see Kash speaking to Raven, but she’s visibly uncomfortable with whatever he’s saying to her. In fact, he’s smiling at her in this sickly way, that makes my skin crawl. When he reaches for her arm, she retracts quickly, but does so in a manner that she doesn’t make a scene.
Kash has dyed his hair, by the way. The buzzcut is now green, making him look like Kermit the fucking frog.
The colour reminds me of dangerous insects. I remember being taught as a child that some of the most colourful plants and insects are the most venomous. It seems fitting that Kash, of all people, is mimicking the poisonous creatures in the wild.
Anger stabs through me like a railroad spike.
But also some sense of jealousy. Possessiveness. Overprotectiveness.
Feelings I don’t know that I’ve felt towards a woman before and because of that, they rattle me. They shake me, right down to my bones.
It’s simple—Raven is off-limits. I’ve purposefully been avoiding her, hoping that whatever feelings that fester in my chest will dissipate. That the connection I feel towards her with fade with time. That the desire to have her naked and writhing against me for a second, third, and fourth time is something that is only temporary.
I understand that we’ll likely have to talk about what happened at some point and I’m not looking forward to it. Maybe I’ll get lucky and she’ll avoid me like I’ve been attempting to do with her.
However, despite my thoughts, I find myself sauntering to her. Almost stomping, in fact. To force myself between the two of him, stopping Kash’s grabby hands.
Right before I make it there, I hear Raven telling him, “No,” in a voice that’s more than disgusted. I can only imagine what he’s just said to her.
Once I’ve officially separated him from her, he glares me down, “The fuck do you want, Luca?”
“I think it’s clear that Raven doesn’t want whatever you’re attempting here.”
“And how in the fuck would you know?”
“I literally heard her say no, along with her visibly recoiling at your touch.”
“Why does it matter to you? Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
“It matters ‘cause she said no. No means no, Kash. I reckon Don Cain wouldn’t appreciate you making a scene.” He tosses back his drink and I’m positive he’s had too much alcohol for a night when he should be completely focused. “Can you act normal for once?” I snarl, narrowing my eyes in his direction.
“Define normal.”
“Not attempting to force yourself on a woman who clearly has no interest in you, for starters.” My chest tightens with anger. What’s that saying again? “The bar is in hell and you’ll be gladly limbo dancing with the fuckin’ devil, but at least you’d be a decent human being.”
Kash shrugs, as if he couldn’t be bothered with the idea. “A bit of madness runs in my genes.”
“Clearly it doesn’t just run—it sprints. Fuckin’ leaps and hurtles.”
He seems irritated, but when he glances over my shoulder, I assume he spots Cain nearby, so he shocks me when he feigns an apologetic expression and says to Raven, “I’m sorry.” He doesn’t wait for her to reply—for her to accept it—before he has his attention back on me. “Now, in the spirit of apologies, is there anything you’d like to say to me?”
“Yeah,” I nod, running a hand along the stubble that covers my jawline. “Go fuck yourself, Kermit.”
Raven chokes on her champagne, spitting some of it on Kash’s jacket. As she begins coughing, Kash steps closer to me.
“You’re on thin fuckin’ ice, Luca.” He stabs an accusatory finger in my direction, just inches from my chest.
Peering down at the ground, I tap the heel of my dress shoe to the flooring, lifting my gaze to meet his eyes, I reply, “Looks fine to me.”
Kash rolls his eyes, displeased with my response.
“Keep rolling your eyes, maybe you’ll find a brain back there.” I’d call him an imbecile, but I reckon he can’t even spell it, so that’s probably fairly heartless.
He opens his mouth to respond, but I sense a familiar presence behind me. I know it’s Don Cain before he’s even spoken and it causes me to straighten my back. Whatever anger I had towards Kash in the moment, fizzles out like the end of a sparkler.
“Everything okay here, gentleman?” He must sense some tension, but he keeps his greeting vague. It’s not as if we’ve made a scene—no one raised their voice or acted so out of line that it would be obvious to the other people at the gala.
“Yes, Don Cain,” I assure him.
“We were just having a chat,” Kash explains. “Everything’s fine.” I observe a muscle in his jaw tic as he keeps his rage and annoyance at bay.
“Good,” Cain adjusts his one cuff. “Then let’s go. Gather the girls.”
When we get back to the mansion, the women automatically head to bed. I assume that’s because they’re aware of the fact that Cain likely plans on talking about business he was dealing with while at the gala. Chatter that they know they aren’t supposed to hear.
I doubt that the women of this house are clueless to what Cain does, but I can admit that I think it’s a positive thing that he does what he can to keep them out of it. It’s safer for them that way.
As we’re heading toward Cain’s office, something occurs in my peripheral vision that catches my attention. Turning my head, I casually glance across the large room and out the back windows. They’re expansive—in fact, they stretch from the ceiling right down to the floor—and it allows me an uninterrupted view of the garden.
When I notice a small red dot on the far side of the trees, I act without even thinking. “Get down!” I shout, reaching out towards Adiv and Cain to move them out of the way. They’re confused at my reaction, but when the glass fragments on the one window, they understand it quickly and scramble to their feet.
Don Cain runs into his office as Adiv follows. I peek slightly around the corner, noticing a bit of movement on the opposing side of the garden. “We’ve got company,” I inform them, listening as they begin rifling through a cabinet full of guns.
Leo steps into the office from the other door—the one that stretches to the hallway that leads to the torture room downstairs—ready with his own gun. Another two guards follow behind, barricading the door closed.
“They’re coming around the south east area of the house,” I explain.
“Probably trying that back entrance,” Leo assures me.
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