Master of Lust

Chapter - 172

"RICK...….."

The sound of the door slamming open sent shockwaves through the interrogation room, rattling the equipment and interrupting Rick and Linda in the midst of their passionate embrace.

Rick's heart lurched as he turned towards the sudden intrusion, his mind racing to comprehend the unexpected scenario unfolding before him.

Caught in a compromising position, Rick and Linda froze, their guilty pleasure abruptly halted by the unwelcome visitors. Linda lay sprawled on the table, while Rick stood by her side, his dick penetrated deep inside her pussy.

In the doorway stood Gloria, her expression a mix of shock and disgust. Beside her loomed a tall, imposing figure, a Sheik-like presence exuding authority and disdain. And trailing behind them were the two officers, familiar faces who had unwittingly left Rick and Gloria alone in this very room.

Gloria's disbelief was palpable, her features contorted with revulsion at the sight before her. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined Rick sinking to such depths of depravity.

Gloria's voice pierced the tense air, cutting through the chaos like a knife. "Qué demonios estás haciendo aquí, bastarda?" she spat, her eyes ablaze with fury. "Do you even comprehend the mess you've made? Do you have any clue where this is headed?"

Rick stood there like a statue, his expression vacant, as if he'd checked out of reality altogether.

Meanwhile, Linda lay sprawled across the table, her labored breaths filling the room like a haunting melody. Each exhale seemed to echo the gravity of the situation, a reminder of the stakes at hand.

"You idiot! Do you even realize how much I've sacrificed for you?" Gloria's voice cracked with frustration. "I have been out there, luchando contra los malditos mosquitos. Trying to scrape together enough to get you the best lawyer money can buy. And this is how you repay me?"

But Rick remained unmoved, his stance defiant, refusing to acknowledge the gravity of his actions. In his mind, he was some kind of hero, blind to the havoc he'd wreaked.

Gloria's anger boiled over, a whirlwind of emotions threatening to consume her. With a final glare, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving Rick to face the consequences of his actions alone.

"Gloria, wait!", The man also followed her from behind.

[Flashback]

Gloria slipped out of the interrogation room, leaving Linda to her twisted devices. Linda, with a gleam in her eye, was gearing up to put Rick through the wringer, her toolbox of torment at the ready. She was practically salivating at the thought of asserting her dominance over him.

With a devious smirk, Linda flicked off the cameras, plunging the room into darkness. Meanwhile, Gloria took a seat on a nearby bench outside the interrogation room, anxiously awaiting the arrival of Rick's lawyer. Your next chapter awaits on m v|l-e'm,p y r

As she sat there, Gloria couldn't help but replay the chaotic scene between Rick and Zack in her mind. "What the hell is this guy up to?" she muttered to herself, frustration evident in her voice. Rick had been laying low for weeks, only to resurface in a brawl with a mobster's son. But despite her reservations about Rick's character, Gloria knew deep down that the altercation wasn't premeditated.

It was a matter of self-preservation.

"I guess I gotta help him out," Gloria sighed, grappling with her conflicted feelings towards Rick. "Even if I don't particularly care for the guy on a personal level."

With a heavy heart and a sense of duty weighing on her shoulders, Gloria resolved to do whatever it took to ensure Rick got a fair shake.

As Gloria rose from her seat, her heels clicking against the polished floor, her mind raced with thoughts of her impending legal battle. She needed her lawyer now more than ever. But as she moved to check if he had arrived, fate had other plans.

Out of nowhere, a man came hurtling through the police station like a bull in a china shop, crashing right into Gloria. Her frustration boiled over instantly. "Can't you see I am standing here? Are you blind or just plain stupid?" she snapped, her annoyance palpable.

The man, rubbing his head where they collided, struggled to regain his composure. With a sheepish glance, he met Gloria's gaze, and her breath caught in her throat. It was like a bolt from the blue.

"Oh my God, Qasim! Is that really you?" Gloria's shock reverberated through the air, her voice tinged with disbelief.

"Yeah, unfortunately it's yours truly," Qasim replied, straightening out his rumpled suit with a wince.

Qasim Qureshi, bold and larger than life, stood before her in his trademark black suit and turban, like a modern-day sheik. Despite his disheveled appearance, there was an air of confidence about him, a sense of power that seemed to emanate from every pore.

Running a chain of petrol pumps, Qasim was no stranger to the world of business, his empire stretching across the country like a spider's web. He was a force to be reckoned with, a man of influence and stature, and seeing him here, in this unexpected place, sent shivers down Gloria's spine.

Qasim, a wealthy man in his middle age, enveloped Gloria in a tight embrace, his concern palpable in the way he held her.

Gloria gently pulled away, her brow furrowed with confusion. "What's going on? Why are you here?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

"Luckily, the lawyer called me and let me know you were here. Now spill it, what happened? Why are you stuck at the police station?" Qasim's worry for his beloved wife was palpable.

Gloria placed a calming hand on his arm, trying to soothe his nerves. "I am fine, really. Don't get yourself all worked up, honey. You will give yourself a heart attack."

"Okay, okay, but seriously, why are you here?" Qasim pressed, his confusion growing by the second.

Gloria sighed, a heavy weight settling on her shoulders. "I didn't choose to be here. I got dragged into this mess because of someone else's screw-up. I swear, if I hadn't wandered into that ICU, I would be kicking back at home right now, stuffing my face with sushi," she muttered under her breath, frustration evident in her tone.

"What? Then why are you here?" Qasim under heard her. So he pardoned her.

"It's nothing much. It was a misunderstanding. It will be sorted. Waiting for my lawyer to handle the rest," Gloria ignored and hided the truth from him.

Hearing her, Qasim nodded as he knew he could ask questions later. He trusted his wife. And just as at that moment, a man dressed in black, rushing and huffing came running to them.

"Fuck you are finally here… What took your lazy ass so long?" Gloria cursed.

[Flashback Ends]

As Gloria left the interrogation room, the atmosphere was thick with shock and disbelief. All eyes turned to the two figures slumped on the table, their bodies glistening with sweat, the aftermath of a tense confrontation.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Rick rose from his seat, straightening his shirt with practiced ease. But then, in a bold and unexpected move, he shed his clothes, standing before them completely naked. The air in the room crackled with a mixture of astonishment and unease as Rick's erect member protruded proudly.

The onlookers couldn't help but steal glances, their own insecurities laid bare as they compared themselves to Rick's impressive display. It was a surreal moment, one that left them feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Rick's gaze remained unwavering, unashamedly meeting the eyes of those around him. His confidence was palpable, as if daring anyone to question his audacity.

"Anyone interested?" Rick's voice cut through the tension like a knife, his offer hanging in the air like a taboo temptation. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for someone to break the silence.

With a casual shrug, Rick added, "Don't worry, I'm versatile. I can play both sides of the field." His gaze lingered on the female officer, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Do you want it?" Rick's crude display sent a shiver down the spine of everyone in the room. The officer, clearly uncomfortable, averted her gaze, trying to shield herself from the lewd sight.

"Disgusting…", the officer gazed away awfully.

But Rick, he just laughed like a madman, reveling in his own twisted sense of power. With a smirk, he casually retrieved his pants from the corner of the interrogation room and slipped them on, drawing all eyes to him like moths to a flame.

As he cinched his belt tight, Rick couldn't resist a taunt. "Seriously, folks, never seen a stud like me before?" His chuckle filled the air, but the room remained eerily silent, each person unwilling to engage with his delusional bravado, "Come on guys, I'm feeling like a celebrity."

Everyone diverted their gaze here and there to avoid him.

Rick slammed on Linda's hip, who was still lying on the interrogation table unconsciously. Rick's brutal action sent shockwaves through the room, jolting everyone out of their stupor. Linda lay motionless on the interrogation table, a silent victim of Rick's aggression.

"Leave her, you bastard!" one of the lady officers spat out, her voice dripping with anger and frustration.

Rick's twisted smirk only widened as he approached, his gaze fixated on the officer who dared to challenge him. "Oh, darling, if only you'd arrived sooner to protect your friend. But alas, you're too late," he taunted, his words laced with malice.

Another officer couldn't contain his fury, lunging forward to grab Rick's collar. "Don't you dare do that!" he growled, his voice thick with rage.

Rick's laughter echoed through the room, chilling everyone to the bone. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots. Please, forgive me," he mocked, his movements fluid as he danced around the room like a demented puppeteer pulling the strings of his victims.

The officers stared at him helplessly clenching their teeth against each other in rage and disgust.

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