This story is rated 'M'. It contains sex between the lead characters, violence, masturbation, sexual violence and murder. The description can be graphic at some point. If such content disturbs you, don't read it. If you're underage or if it is illegal for you to read such content, don't read it. You have been warned.

He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, as he remembered the past.

His eyes were wide open but distant. His jaws were clenched together painfully. His fingers were balled into fists. His naked body was rigid. He could feel the anger burn through his veins, burning every inch of his body. He could feel something else too… Lust.

He removed his eyes from the ceiling as he gazed to the wall on his right. As his eyes took in the poster of the sexy woman plastered on the wall, he could feel his body responding. His left hand brushed over his own bare chest and abdomen, snaking its way down. As his fingers traced the margin of his pubic hair, he took in a deep breath and smiled. After running his fingers through the thick, curly hair, his fingers found their destination. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft tightly and gazed at the face of the woman once more. His hand started the pumping motion on its own accord. He closed his eyes in pleasure… the pleasure radiating from his body, from his fantasies. He pictured the woman below him, fighting, losing the fight, breaking and begging. As the pleasure heightened, he could visualize all the ways in which he could, and would, break her. As his breath became ragged and came out in short puffs, he could see the woman lying in a coffin. He could imagine her husband bent over her casket, his body wracked with sobs. God, he hated that man… that man who thought he was clever. Only if he could break her in front of that jerk of a husband… maybe he could find a way. He could almost smell the cold earth that would cover the coffin. He could almost read her headstone:

Katherine Beckett

17.11.1979 – 23.03.2015

A devoted NYPD detective, a loving daughter and wife and an extraordinary woman.

And he came.

(…..)

3 hours later:

The shrill ring of the cell phone broke the sleepy silence of the room. Kate pulled out her hand from under the comforter and fumbled for her phone, her head still burrowed in her pillow. She finally found the device on the bedside table and brought it to her ears.

"Beckett," her voice was heavy with sleep.

"Hey boss, sorry to wake you up. We've got a body."

Kate stifled a groan as she cracked her eyelids open and switched on the table lamp.

"Okay, give me the address."

By the time she had finished scribbling down the address, she was wide awake and ready to step into cop mode.

"And hey boss, don't forget to drag your husband along!"

Before Kate could open her mouth with a retort, Ryan had hung up.

Kate frowned for a moment and then smiled. Her eyes fell briefly on the timepiece. It read 4.30am, 01-03-2015. It was too early and she debated if she should really wake Rick up. She looked over her shoulder to at her sleeping husband but found him watching her instead.

"It's still creepy, you know." She tried to keep her tone grave but a small smile pulled up the corner of her lips.

His lips spread into a wide grin. "I don't care. I'm watching my sexy wife."

"I've been your wife for a year now." She rolled her gorgeous eyes in the way only she could.

"So?"

Castle's hands covered the distance between them and snaked around her naked waist, trying to pull her towards him.

"Not now Rick, duty calls." She sighed.

"Oh…."

Kate couldn't hold back the small chuckle. His lower lip stuck out cutely as he pouted. She leaned into him to kiss the pout away but stood up quickly before he could deepen it. Only if she could stay in bed and spend the morning with this amazing man…

"You know you could always join me in the shower."

Rick Castle eyed the gorgeous woman standing by the side of their bed, wrapped in a sheet and smiling seductively. His eyes went wide when she let the sheet fall to the floor, waited for a moment and turned around to head to the bathroom.

He pushed his comforter away hastily and almost ran after her, eager to reach the shower before the door closed.

He smiled to himself. He was indeed a lucky man.

A/N: Here I am, trying to write something completely different from my usual. The idea for this story crept into my brain and wouldn't leave me alone. So I decided to write it. If the beginning is creepy, I'm sorry but I wanted it to be exactly that way. This nameless character in the story is going to be dark.

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