Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“More,” I gasp, back arching, and he moves back down between my legs, fingers going in and out and faster as he sucks me and finally, fuck, finally, my core builds and builds and clenches down tight until I explode against his mouth, coming in a violent, gorgeous tidal wave of pleasure as I gasp, body bucking, eyes rolled back. It’s explosive and terrifying and beautiful all at once, and I swear I nearly pass out.
But finally, he pulls back and stares at me. My top’s up over my breasts and my legs are spread. I’m glistening, dripping on the couch. I’m filthy and spent, and he’s right, I fucking hate it, but he’s right.
I needed that.
“Good girl,” he says and kisses me. “Very good girl.” He sucks his fingers and licks me from them.
I stare at him and feel dizzy with lust. Slowly, he gets to his feet, and the outline of his hard cock strains against his pants. “Now you should get some sleep.”
“Yeah? Is that how it is now? You tell me what to do?”
He bends close and grabs my hair roughly. “If I got to command you, little princess, I’d make you get on your knees and suck my cock and swallow every drop. But instead, I want to take care of you. Now get up and go to sleep.”
I want to be defiant. I want to tell him to go to hell, nobody orders me around, and nobody takes care of me. I take care of myself. But instead, I let him help me get dressed again, and I drift toward the bedroom.
He watches me go. Some stupid part of me wants to invite him in.
But a rational voice whispers in the back of my head.
You’re making a mistake.
You’re pregnant with his baby.
I close the door and lean back against it, not sure how I’m going to get through this without losing my mind.
Chapter 14
Angelo
I park outside of a rundown dive bar outside of town with a gravel driveway and a sign so worn and chipped it’s impossible to read. “Where the hell did you bring me, Angelo?” Sara asks, squinting through the windshield. It’s around five on a Saturday and there are already half a dozen cars parked nearby.
“This is the High Noon and it’s a freaking cop bar.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “You’re kidding me.”
“Nope, I’m serious. The state police have a headquarters nearby and I guess a bunch of the cops in the area all started congregating here. Don’t ask me how that happened.”
“I thought they all hated each other.”
I shrug and kill the engine. “Here’s the thing. I did some research over the last few days.”
“Yeah? Did you now? And what did you find out?”
“Our detective, Misty Vance. She happens to come here, to this bar, every single Saturday right around this time.”
“And how the hell do you—” She holds up a hand. “You know what, never mind, I don’t want to know.”
I grin at her and don’t bother saying I hounded the secretary that works at the Dallas PD and gave her a big fat bribe for any info he had to share about Detective Vance. This was the only good tip she had.
“Vance is going to be surrounded by her cop buddies in there which means she’s not going to talk. But we might be able to wait out here until she emerges.”
Sara’s lips press into a line. “I’m a lawyer. I could go in there.”
“I doubt they get very many lawyers like you at a place like this.”
“It’s a cop bar, right? That means it’s the safest place in the world.”
I laugh drum my fingers on the steering wheel. “You’d be surprised how not true that is.”
“Look, you can stay here, but I’m going in.”
“Sara—”
“This isn’t your show, Angelo.” She gives me a hard look. The soft, moaning, whimpering girl from a few nights ago is totally gone. I thought I saw a glimpse of her the next morning, but Sara’s been rebuilding her walls and putting them up twice as high ever since she gave in and let me make her feel good.
But it was fucking worth it.
The taste of her skin, her hard, pink nipples, her soaking wet little clit, her moans, everything about her was perfection. I wanted so much more and it took all my willpower not to cross that line.
I could see what would happen in her face. The moment the real world began to reassert itself, her walls came back up. She would’ve been freaked out and any progress I’m making on opening her up would’ve been ruined.
I held back. But I don’t know if I can do that again.
She snaps off her seatbelt and goes to get out, but I grab her arm. She glares at me, nostrils flaring.
“Think for a second,” I say quickly. “If you go in there and start talking to her in front of all her cop buddies, what do you think will happen?”