Chapter 183. Try To Tell On The Police? But I Was The One That Found The Crime Evidence!

Mike’s hand didn’t just linger on her shoulder; his fingers began to knead the muscle, his touch heavy and possessive. He leaned in, the heat from his muscular frame radiating against her back, and his lips brushed the shell of her ear.

The scent of him, something masculine, sharp, and intoxicating, swirled around her, making her head spin.

"You’re lying, Haruka," he whispered, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that sent a violent shiver down her spine. "You aren’t just sweating because it’s warm in here..."

"And you aren’t just ’worked up’ because of the time."

Haruka swallowed hard, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. "What are you talking about?"

"It’s just... the stress of the week..."

"Is it?" Mike chuckled, a dark, knowing sound.

He moved closer, pressing his chest against her back so she could feel the firm lines of his physique. He leaned in even tighter, his breath hot against her skin.

"Then why does your skin feel so sensitive? Why are you trembling? Tell me the truth... you were lying in this bed, alone, trying to get that frustration out of your system, weren’t you?"

"You were touching yourself, weren’t you? Trying to find the release you couldn’t get because you were too busy listening to me through the walls."

Haruka’s eyes widened, her breath hitching in her throat. A flush of pure heat rushed from her chest to her cheeks.

"How... how could you possibly know that?" she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and sudden, sharp arousal. "That’s that’s ridiculous! You don’t know anything!"

"I know exactly what you were doing," Mike murmured, his hand sliding from her shoulder down to the small of her back, pulling her hips flush against his.

Even through their clothes, she could feel the daunting, massive presence of him, the sheer size of his cock pressing against her. "You were frustrated... You were feeling hungry..."

"And you were imagining it was me doing it to you instead of your own hands."

"Stop it!" Haruka cried, a desperate attempt to reclaim her dignity.

She turned in his arms, her small hands landing on his broad, muscular chest to push him away. "You’re being arrogant! Ren is... Ren is a good man; he doesn’t—"

But as she pushed, it was like trying to move a mountain. Mike didn’t budge an inch.

Instead, he used her momentum to catch her wrists, his grip firm and unyielding. He was significantly stronger, his muscles rippling under her touch as he pinned her hands against her own body, trapping her between his massive frame and the wall.

"Ren isn’t here right now, is he?" Mike challenged, his red hair catching the dim light of the apartment, his eyes burning with a predatory hunger. "Ren isn’t the one making your breath come in short, shallow gasps."

"Ren isn’t the one who knows exactly how much you want to be dominated."

"Let go, Mike! This is wrong... you’re just a playboy; you don’t care about—"

"Care?" Mike interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned down, his face inches from hers, his dominance absolute. "Who said anything about caring?"

"I’m not here to hold your hand, Haruka..."

"I’m here to give you exactly what you’ve been craving while you lay here in the dark, listening to me."

"Now, stop fighting the inevitable and be honest with me..."

"You want this, don’t you?"

Haruka looked up at him, her innocence clashing violently with the raw, carnal energy he was radiating. She wanted to scream, to tell him he was a bastard, but her body was betraying her, melting into the heat of his overwhelming presence.

Haruka’s face burned, not just from the heat of his body, but from the sheer audacity of his words. She felt small, fragile, and dangerously exposed under his intense, predatory gaze.

"You... you’re insufferable!" she spat, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her.

She tried to jerk her wrists free, but his grip was like iron manacles. "This is harassment!"

"If you don’t let go of me right now, I’m going to call the police!"

"And then... Everyone knows what kind of man you are, Mike!" Haruka gritted her teeth. "You’re a predator, a playboy who just takes whatever he wants without a second thought!"

"You aren’t a good man!"

’Please, let him let go,’ her mind screamed, even as her core throbbed in a way that made her feel ashamed. ’Why is he so close?’

’Why does he smell so good? If Ren saw me like this... if Ren knew how much my heart is racing just because this bastard is touching me...’

Instead of being intimidated, Mike let out a booming, dark laugh that vibrated through her very bones. The sound was mocking, filled with the confidence of a man who knew he had already won.

"The police?" Mike chuckled, finally releasing her wrists, though he didn’t move an inch away from her personal space. "Go ahead, Haruka... Call them!"

"Tell them the neighbor came over at three in the morning to tell you the truth..."

"See if they believe you or if they just see a woman who’s practically melting into my arms."

He stepped back, but he didn’t leave. Instead, he began to pace the room with a slow, prowling gait, like a lion surveying its territory.

His eyes scanned her belongings, her bookshelf, and her nightstand with a terrifyingly focused intent.

’What is he doing?’ Haruka thought, her breath coming in ragged hitches. He’s looking for something. ’He’s acting like he owns this place!’

’Does he think he can just walk in here and dismantle my entire life?’

"You think you’re so clever, hiding behind that ’innocent girl’ act," Mike said, his voice drifting from the corner of the room. "But you’re a liar, Haruka..."

"And liars always leave a trail."

She watched him, paralyzed. She felt a sudden, sickening dread as he moved toward her bedside drawer.

’No... not there. Please, not there!’

"Found it," Mike announced.

The sound of the drawer sliding open felt like a thunderclap in the silent apartment. He reached in and pulled out a heavy, sleek object.

Haruka felt the blood drain from her face, replaced instantly by a wave of scorching crimson.

It was her dildo, a massive, intimidating piece of black silicone, far larger than anything she had ever dared to show Ren. As the dim light hit it, the glistening sheen of her own arousal was clearly visible on its surface.

Mike held it up like a trophy, a wicked, triumphant grin spreading across his face. He let out a short, sharp laugh that was pure, unadulterated mockery.

"A finger wasn’t enough for you, was it?" he teased, his eyes flashing with a cruel sort of delight. "You’ve been playing with this monster in the dark, haven’t you?"

"Trying to fill that emptiness while you listen to me fucking the life out of whoever is in my bed..."

"And look at this..." He gestured to the wet, glistening surface of the toy. "It’s still warm... and still covered in you."

’Oh god, oh god, oh god,’ Haruka’s inner voice wailed in a frantic loop. ’I’m busted... he actually found it...!’

’Why do I have to let him inside here longer...?! Oh god... this is so embarrassing... he’s looking at it like it’s a piece of evidence in a crime scene.’

’He’s going to destroy me... He’s going to make me admit everything...’

"It’s... it’s not what you think!" she stammered, her hands flying to her face to hide her shame, though she couldn’t hide the way her legs felt weak and heavy.

"It’s precisely what it looks like," Mike countered, stepping toward her again, the massive black toy still gripped in his hand. The dominance he radiated was suffocating. "You’re a hungry little thing, Haruka."

"And you’re tired of playing with plastic, aren’t you?"