The Codini Case
Copyright© 2026 by Paul Darkblue
Chapter 4
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A tragic car accident hides secrets and untold truths. Emma and her team will have a hard time understanding what’s behind it. Meanwhile, life is going to throw a major change at her in the new city where she is living now. Is Emma ready to take it, or will she run away just like she ran away from Milano?
Caution: This Thriller Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Heterosexual Crime Analingus Oral Sex Safe Sex
Commissario Emma Rizzi – July 28th Friday night
The team was throwing every available resource into finding Elena and Andrea. The search was still in full swing, but so far, both of them remained completely on the run. We had already alerted train stations, bus depots, airports, and ports, fearing they might attempt to flee the country. At the same time, we were actively monitoring highway CCTV cameras, trying to track down their cars.
By Friday night, our efforts had still yielded no results. Exhausted, I finally left the office with Marco just after 9:00 PM. He had invited me over to his flat to spend the night with him and Jasmine.
He explained that Lucia, the elderly neighbour who watched Jasmine during the day, was in Rome for the weekend to visit her grandchildren. Lucia had arranged for the teenage granddaughter of one of her friends to babysit Jasmine until Marco could get home.
Because it was so late, we didn’t have the time or energy to cook a proper dinner, so we stopped to pick up takeaway pizza, which, of course, made Jasmine absolutely happy.
After dinner, the three of us curled up to watch a family movie together on Disney Channel. The couch was only a two-seater, and Jasmine immediately insisted on sitting on my lap. She rested her head against my chest as I wrapped my arms around her. My heart began to swell with something entirely new, a feeling unlike anything I had ever experienced.
When the movie ended and it was time to take Jasmine to bed, she looked up at me with sleepy eyes and asked, “Emma, are you leaving now? Why don’t you stay with us? You can sleep in my bed again.”
I was completely taken aback by the question. Blushing, I looked over at Marco, who gave me a warm, encouraging nod.
Turning back to Jasmine, I smiled. “I’m not leaving, sweetheart. I’m staying right here tonight, but I’ll be sleeping in your dad’s bed, if that’s okay with you.”
“Are you my dad’s girlfriend?” she asked, a huge grin spreading across her face.
Wow. I really hadn’t expected an eight-year-old to be so incredibly sharp. “Yes, Jasmine, I am.” I said softly. “Is that okay with you?”
Jasmine immediately lunged back into my lap, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck and kissing my cheek. “I like you, Emma. I’m so happy you’re my dad’s girlfriend! Are you going to stay with us every night? Can you read me a story now, before I go to sleep?”
“Let’s go, young lady!” I replied, feeling happier than I had in a very long time.
I marched her off to brush her teeth, helped her change into her pyjamas, and read her a bedtime story. Once she finally drifted off, I kissed her forehead gently and slipped out of the room.
Marco was waiting for me in his bedroom, under the sheets, with a soft smile. “She loves you, Emma. She’s absolutely crazy about you.”
“I love her, too, Marco. She is such a sweet, loving child. You’ve done an incredible job raising her, especially after everything she went through losing her mother.”
Once the door clicked shut behind me, I quickly undressed, leaving on only my underwear before sliding under the sheets beside him. Marco was already naked, and he didn’t waste a single second. He pulled me tightly into his arms, his tongue immediately probing my mouth. A wave of heat rushed through me, and I could feel myself instantly getting wet, but I reluctantly pulled back.
“Wait, Marco ... Jasmine is just in the next room. We shouldn’t do this,” I whispered, still terrified of being caught.
He slipped out of bed, looking breathtakingly handsome in his nudity, his cock already hard. He walked over to the door and quietly turned the lock.
“Well, we’d better get used to this,” he whispered, returning with that mischievous smile of his. “Now we have a little privacy. Just try not to be too loud.”
He crawled back into bed and kissed me again, deeper this time. Slowly, deliberately, he untied my bra and slid my panties down my legs. His mouth began to trail a path down my body, stopping to kiss and taste every single inch of my skin. When his lips found my breasts, my breath hitched; the sheer sensation of his tongue swirling over my nipples had me hovering on the very edge of an orgasm.
But he wasn’t done. His mouth travelled further down, down between my thighs. His fingers gently parted my damp slit, opening me up to his touch. His lips pressed against my outer labia, sucking gently, while his tongue flicked and teased my clit, sending electric shivers straight down my spine.
I gasped as I felt him slide one finger inside me, moving it slowly back and forth. Then he added a second, a third, then a fourth, stretching me wide. The heat between my legs was burning. He urged me to open wider, his fingers working inside me, pressing deep as his thumb and mouth mercilessly worked my clit. It was an intense, exquisite mix of pain and pure pleasure. I was literally leaking juices around his fingers, and the tight walls of my vagina were desperately pulsating around them. I was overwhelmed, swept away by one of the most powerful, shattering orgasms I had ever experienced.
I had to clap a hand over my own mouth, biting down hard on my knuckles to keep from screaming out loud as the relentless waves of pleasure crashed over me.
It took me a couple of minutes to finally regain my breath, and then I was ready to give Marco his share of the pleasure. I reached down for his rock-hard length and began slowly licking the head of his cock. I trailed my tongue down his thick shaft and back up again, swirling around the tip before taking him into my mouth. I wanted to take my time, to make him ache and beg for release.
I slid back down, gently sucking and licking his balls while my hand stroked his shaft, before returning my mouth to his cock. I did this several times, taking him deeper and deeper down my throat with each stroke. When I felt his body tense, knowing he was right on the verge of coming, I deliberately stopped.
I had him shift slightly, raising his legs, and began to lick his tight asshole. My tongue was probing around his rose and shifting inside. My hand kept up a slow, steady stroke on his shaft. Once he was wet and relaxed enough under my tongue, I slid my middle finger deep inside him, finding his prostate and starting a firm, rhythmic massage. I felt his cock throb and grow impossibly harder, and I knew he was right at the edge. Keeping my finger working inside him, I took his entire length back down my throat, my tongue swirling over his head. He let out a low, silent growl, his breathing turning ragged until he finally broke, releasing spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum directly down my throat. I swallowed every drop, sucking him completely clean until he was entirely limp.
He collapsed back onto the mattress, pulling me up onto his chest and holding me in a tight, breathless embrace.
His body was completely addictive. Feeling his bare skin flush against mine, wrapped in his strong arms with the heavy, musky scent of our sex filling the air, I felt a familiar heat pooling in my lower belly again. I began to slide up his body, aligning my wet, swollen slit against his semi-erect cock. I rubbed myself slowly against him, kissing him deeply, and felt him instantly swell and harden in anticipation.
Once he was fully erect, I lifted and impaled myself on him, riding him hard. He groaned, reaching up to squeeze my breasts and pinch my sensitive nipples. Then, reaching down between my thighs, he returned the favour, sliding his middle finger deep up my tight, sensitive ass.
The dual stimulation was too much; I orgasmed almost instantly, my inner walls clamping tightly around him. He paused, letting me ride out the wave, before gently rolling me onto my hands and knees. Positioning himself behind me, he began to pump into me from behind, his thrusts deep and relentless. It went on for several glorious minutes, my overstimulated body trembling as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over me. I came twice more, just my heavy breathing and quiet moans filling the silence, before he finally released a new trial of hot spurts inside me, filling me with his semen.
As he collapsed over my back, still buried inside me, I think I actually blacked out for a few seconds from pure bliss.
We collapsed back onto the mattress, cuddling close as we softly kissed, stroking each other’s hair and lazily running our hands over our bodies, as if in continuous, quiet exploration.
We did it all in near-silence, whispering and hushed, sharing the quiet intimacy of a couple in ordinary family life, entirely new to me, and it was incredibly beautiful.
But I wasn’t ready to let go of him just yet; I simply couldn’t get enough of this man. Eventually, I pulled him over me, wanting him in the missionary position. I wanted to feel the full, solid weight of his body pressing down on me, my legs wrapped tightly around his hips. I wanted to feel him deep inside me again, owning me completely. We lost ourselves again in each other, kissing through the heat until we came together one last time, exhausted.
Totally spent, we still had just enough sense to quietly unlock the bedroom door, clean ourselves up, and slip back into our pyjamas before drifting off to sleep.
And that was exactly how Jasmine found us, when she jumped into the bed at 7:30 AM, waking both of us with a flurry of excited chatter.
We spent nearly an hour playing and chatting with her under the covers. She didn’t show a single hint of hesitation or embarrassment about finding both of us sharing her dad’s double bed.
After a while, I realised my stomach was growling. “Jasmine, are you hungry?” I asked. “What do you think about making some breakfast? Would you like to help me in the kitchen?”
“Yay, Emma! I’m starving!” she chirped enthusiastically. “I want chocolate biscuits, orange juice, and a big cup of milk!”
We slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen together while Marco ran to the bathroom for a quick shower.
It felt like a completely normal, natural, quiet family morning. I hadn’t experienced anything like this since the day I left my parents’ home to start my career in the police force.
Unfortunately, that beautiful, perfect moment came to an abrupt halt right after breakfast.
My work phone rang, breaking the peace of the kitchen. It was Lisa.
“Chief, we might have something,” she said immediately. “Andrea owns a country house up in the hills, about thirty kilometres north of the city. A CCTV camera just flagged both of their vehicles on a secondary road heading right toward it.”
“Morning, deputy. I’m at Marco’s place right now,” I replied, cutting her off quickly before she had the chance to make any bold or teasing comments about my sleepover. We would have plenty of time for my interrogation later. “I need half an hour to head back to my flat and change. I’ll meet you at the station. In the meantime, call in a couple of patrol units for backup; we don’t know what we’re walking into out there.”
I hung up and turned to Marco. “I have to go. We have a solid lead on the Codini investigation. I’ll let you know if we need your team’s help later.”
Marco gave me a knowing nod and a playful thumbs-up. “You got it, chief,” he teased, using the same title Lisa always did.
I knelt down in front of Jasmine. “Jasmine, look after your dad and be a good girl for me today, okay?”
Jasmine’s face fell slightly. She had probably been hoping for another girls-only Saturday morning, but she still stepped forward, wrapping her arms around my neck for a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Will you come back after you catch the bad guys?” she asked softly.
“Of course, sweetheart. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” I promised, kissing the top of her head before grabbing my jacket and heading out the door.
Investigation – Week Five
After Lisa picked me up at my place, we headed to Andrea’s country house. The place was very isolated; the closest house was about one kilometre away.
We had to leave the main road and drive for 500 meters down a dirt trail. Eventually, we reached a wooden gate that was already open and spotted Elena’s city car parked near the entrance. There was no sign of Andrea’s car or anyone else around.
We stopped a few meters from the door, got out of our cars, and I called out loudly twice, “Elena, this is Commissario Rizzi! We need to talk to you!”
No reply.
I gestured for Lisa and the patrol officers to circle the house, while I walked up to the front door. I unholstered my gun, ready for anything. The front door was closed and locked. There were no voices or any other noises coming from inside. It looked totally empty.
Suddenly, an officer from behind the house called out, “There is a body inside! I see it in the kitchen!”
“Get inside, now!” I ordered.
The officer broke a window, entered the house, and opened the front door from the inside. We stormed in, moving carefully to secure every room without compromising the scene, and finally reached the kitchen. Elena was on the floor in a pool of blood, badly beaten and unconscious. I checked her pulse. “She’s still alive! Call an ambulance!” I shouted.
“What the hell happened here? Where is Foggiani? We need to find him!” I radioed the station to command an immediate, widespread manhunt for Andrea Foggiani.
Then, I called Marco: “I’m sorry, Marco, but we found Elena, and she’s in very bad shape. We have a major crime scene here; I need your team on-site as soon as possible.”
Twenty minutes later, the ambulance arrived. The paramedics treated Elena on the spot and rushed her to the hospital. She was barely clinging to life; we didn’t even know if she would make it through the day.
According to our CCTV footage, both of their cars were spotted heading toward the house on Thursday afternoon, the exact same day they went off the grid. We assumed they had spent Friday together in the house, and then something had gone wrong.
The forensics team arrived half an hour later. Marco had to stay at home with Jasmine; with Lucia in Roma, he couldn’t find a last-minute babysitter on a Saturday morning, so he was directing his team over the phone.
Partially hidden behind a microwave in the kitchen, the forensics team recovered an out-of-battery smartphone. We were going to need Marco’s team’s expertise to extract the data from it.
Upstairs, the bedroom showed clear signs that two people had slept in the bed, and a wall safe stood wide open and completely empty.
Leaving the forensics team to do their job, Lisa and I headed back to the office to recap all the information and evidence we had collected so far for the public prosecutor and the judge. There was still no news from the hospital. Elena was in surgery, still caught in a desperate struggle between life and death.
In the late afternoon, our office phone rang. Lisa answered it, and I watched as she nodded and smiled. The moment she hung up, she pumped her fist in the air. “We got him, chief! We got Foggiani!”
We had finally arrested him. He had been trying to board a flight to Egypt from Leonardo da Vinci Airport in Roma. Because his passport had been flagged across every police database, airport security picked him up right at the departure gate. He tried to protest and immediately lawyered up, but the judge wasn’t about to let him walk.
We were holding him under a Fermo di Polizia, which meant we had exactly seventy-two hours to formalise the charges or let him go free. At the moment, we only had circumstantial evidence. He had an airtight alibi for the night of Alessandro’s fatal crash, and with Elena still in critical condition, we had no direct proof of what had actually taken place at the country house.
Even so, I figured a couple of nights behind bars might soften Andrea up. Lisa and I spent the rest of the weekend at the station, working around the clock to connect the dots and piece together the whole picture. I had a solid theory forming in my mind, but I needed more concrete proof to confirm it.
Meanwhile, Marco finally managed to find a babysitter for Jasmine, allowing him to join his lab team to analyse the evidence collected from the cottage, especially the smartphone found in the kitchen.
I spent both Saturday and Sunday night at Marco’s place. We slept in the same bed, though we were both far too exhausted for anything physical. Instead, we spent the nights cuddling, kissing, and holding each other close in bed, just sleeping in each other’s arms.
I deeply enjoyed the quiet intimacy, but what I loved even more were the mornings, waking up early to a smiling Jasmine jumping into bed with us, followed by a quick, family-style breakfast, all three of us together.
Investigation – Week Six
By Monday morning, I had everything in place.
I joined the public prosecutor in the interrogation room, where Andrea was sitting beside his high-priced lawyer. The prosecutor nodded to me, signalling that I should lead the examination. Everything was being recorded.
“Good morning, Mr Foggiani. Can you walk us through the events of last week, starting from when you and Elena left the city and went off the grid?” I asked, immediately following the brief introductions of everyone present in the room.
“Good morning, Commissario. It’s quite simple,” he replied, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. “Elena was still completely distraught over Alessandro’s death. I thought a couple of days away from the routine would help her clear her head, so I invited her to my country house. We left on Thursday afternoon. I had a business trip to Egypt scheduled for Saturday, so I left her behind at the house early in the morning to head to the airport.”
“We found her body, beaten to death, on Saturday morning. How do you explain that?” I lied, completely bluffing about Elena’s condition to see how he would react.
Andrea didn’t flinch. “I have absolutely nothing to do with that. I feel incredibly guilty about what happened to her; it’s my fault for leaving her out there alone. But when I left her, she was alive and well. It must have been a botched burglary. You should be out there hunting down whoever did this to poor Elena, instead of harassing me in here,” he said, doing his absolute best to look devastated by the news.
“Can you explain to us the exact nature of your relationship with Elena?” I asked.
“Well, as I told you weeks ago, we were long-time friends,” he replied, that annoying smirk never leaving his face. “After Alessandro’s death, we grew closer and became more intimate, if I can say so. Elena was a very beautiful woman, and a widow, Commissario. And since I’m a widower myself ... it was only natural. No harm to anyone, right?”