When Maria returns, she gets them both coffees. I don’t offer hospitality. I’m here for one reason, and I know my job is going to become more difficult. This other cop is here to cause problems. I can tell from the way he is taking everything in.
Natale and Posy enter the room. Domino introduces the officer as Grant Taylor. Taylor tries to get Natale to incriminate himself in the death of Officer Lackey, but he doesn’t. He asks Officer Taylor what proof he has of his involvement. That’s the thing, he doesn’t have anything.
I’m not disappointed when Taylor, against Domino’s suggestion, arrests Natale for the murder of Brian Lackey, the police officer who assaulted Posy. He has no proof, but he’s making an example of Natale. As Natale is led away, I stand at Posy’s side, letting him know I will protect her in his absence.
As soon as the door closes behind them, we are in motion.
Posy looks at us. “I promise I will make this right,” she says.
“You can do this.” I assure her.
As the day goes on, we get updates from Natale’s attorney that Officer Taylor has been denying him the ability to see Natale with different excuses. He won’t allow Domino in to see him either. Domino calls us to say he has some information but will need to check it out before he can confirm it. He’ll be by in the morning with it.
I spend the time keeping Posy calm. Security is on alert, checking the premises and assuring Capo we will get through this. As the sun sets, I stand at the window in my room of the mansion and think of everything that happened with Vitaly. It’s only been three days but it already feels like it was too long. This is what every day is going to be like from now on. Memories of him and craving him.
I’ll never see Vitaly again.
I can’t see him because I can’t confront the real reason he’s watching me. If I deny it, it can’t be true. But in my heart, I let the thoughts of him through for just a moment while I’m alone. I don’t know how long I’ve been standing here, but I realize full darkness has fallen. The moon full and bright. I make out a vehicle sitting down the block. I know in my body it’s him. Just like I know in my soul that this isn’t going to end well.
Why is he back?
I don’t think, I just move. My legs leading me to him. The man I crave.
The house is silent as everyone sleeps, and I know for a brief bit Posy will be safe.
I’m dressed in a pair of black leggings and a black sweater. I slip out the door past the guards who don’t pay any attention to me. I make my way to the wall near where he’s parked. Standing back from the wall, I run at it. Using some of my parkour skills, I leverage against it and pull myself up and over. I silently drop to the other side a bit behind his car. I make my way to the driver’s door. He hasn’t seen me in the side mirror.
It’s been years since I’ve had to use these skills, but I haven’t lost them. I pull my gun from my ankle holster and yank the door open.
“What are you doing here?” I demand as I point the gun at his neck.
He strikes at my abdomen, but I twist into the back door away from him. He jumps out of the car. His body springing like a leopard. He yanks my gun from me and drops it on the driver’s seat. He doesn’t expect my other hand to come up with a knife pressed to his carotid.
“Kotenok, don’t make me hurt you,” he growls. His body between my legs pressing me into the door.
“I’d kill you before you made a move, Vitaly. Why are you here?”
His eyes avoid mine and roll to the upper right. He’s going to lie to me. I know it.
“I wanted to check on you. I saw the news.”
“It hasn’t broken on the news. You’re lying. How long have you been out here?”
“Kotenok,” he groans and presses into me more. His cock is nestled against my pussy. I can feel him, and my panties start to get wet.
Why can’t I do anything with him but fuck him?
He pushes his head closer to mine, his neck pressing against the blade of my knife. I pull it back unwilling to kill him. I slacken my hold and drop it next to my gun. This time I initiate it.
I lean forward and lick across his lips. He groans again and pushes into me tighter.
“I’ve only thought of your tight pussy, kotenok. I want to taste you again. I want to fuck you again,” he growls, and I pull up my legs, wrapping them around him. He descends onto my lips. I can feel his taut body trying to hold himself back from taking me right here. But I’m not going to allow him to do that. He pulls away from me, both of us panting for breath. “How can you possess me like this?”
“Fuck me.” I beg him.
He looks around and shakes his head. “Let’s go to my motel or your loft again. Not here in the open. It’s not safe.”
I squeeze him harder and rock against his hard cock through his jeans. Leaning into him more, I lick his neck and bite along it until I get to his ear. I pull the flesh of his earlobe between my teeth next to his earring and bite down on it. He groans.
“Fuck, kotenok. I’m going to fuck you so hard this neighborhood hears you.” He pulls me away from the car. I find my body flipped around and my face across the trunk, my leggings pulled down to my ankles. He rips my thong off, and I turn to watch him stuff it into his pocket. He pushes me up the trunk lid as he squats behind me.
I feel his tongue against my folds and shove my fist into my mouth to keep me from crying out. Guards could make their way over here. Anyone could drive by and see us. It ramps up my desire and I push back, burying his face in my core.
“I’ve missed the taste of you on my tongue,” he says against my core, and it convulses, needing him inside me. Two of his thick fingers slam into me and I cry out. But just as fast they are gone, and I look back. He lines his cock up to my entrance and leans forward over my body. “Kotenok, I said I wanted the neighborhood to hear you, but I’ve changed my mind. No one hears or sees you like this.” His hand covers my mouth as he pushes into me in a long, slow thrust. I jerk back, my back arching in desire. He increases his pace, and before I realize it, my hips are hitting the trunk lid, his hips are slamming into me. My body climbs that apex I so needed. The feeling of him inside me too much. The heat of him. The ripples of his muscles. The demand from him that I stay quiet. I open my mouth and bite down onto his hand as I scream, the sound muffled behind his palm. He slows his thrusts as my body tries to pull him in deeper. His other hand slips in front of me and presses my clit down, extending my orgasm. I cry out again, and he pulls out. He rubs his cock against me. I turn and drop to my knees in the street and take him in my mouth. I swallow him to the back of my throat as he holds my head and fucks into me. His hands gripping and pulling my hair. He groans my name in that way only he can, and comes. His cum sliding down my throat and across my tongue.
He picks me up and sets my bare ass on the lid of the trunk. He presses into me. My leggings trapped on my legs by my shoes. He kisses me before he pulls away.
“I need to get back.”
“How did you get out here?” He looks around for an exit.
I grin at him, keeping my secrets. I lean in and kiss him one more time before I push him back, pull up my leggings, and walk to the driver’s door. I secure the gun in my ankle holster and the knife in the sheath in the pocket of my leggings.