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“Please,” she begged.

  “You know I have no strength to say no to you,” I answered as I caught her in my arms when she began to lose her balance as she stood too quickly. “Are you sure this is okay?”

  She reached up and grabbed my face. Pulling me toward her, she passed her tongue over my lips. I opened slightly to give her access, and she deepened the kiss.

  I felt her sway in my arms, and I was increasingly more concerned this might not be the best decision. “I think you’re too weak to take a shower.”

  She bit her lip. It got me every time. “Your kisses always make me weak in the knees, so that doesn’t count.”

  I sighed. “Maybe we could try. Come on, let’s get you showered.”

  We walked slowly into the bathroom. “Maybe you could come in with me to make sure I’m safe?”

  A cavernous groan rumbled deep in my throat, and my cock strained through my jeans. “Bre, you’re killin’ me.”

  She slowly shuffled alongside me as I led her to the shower. Once we reached it, I slowly lifted her shirt and lowered her pants. I couldn’t help myself. My hands were on her back, taking in the feeling of her soft skin. Goosebumps pebbled at my touch. Her breath caught as I reached around and cupped her breasts. My fingers rolled her nipples into hard peaks. Fuck, I needed her so bad.

  I moved her into the shower and got her seated on the bench. Reaching forward, I turned the water on and stepped to the side as the water washed over her. She sighed immediately, and I knew this was the right decision.

  She looked over to me. “It feels like pounds of dirt are sliding off of me.”

  I laughed quietly.

  “I guess, since I’ve been the one to give you sponge baths the last few weeks, I should help you shower too. It’s only right.” I flashed her the smile she could never refuse.

  She held out her hand to me inviting me in, so I quickly discarded my clothing. Guiding me into the shower, she directed me in front of her. My cock stood at full attention. I felt bad for my reaction, but it had been so long. Smirking at me, she licked her lips and pulled my hips into her, taking my cock in her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. She relaxed and took me in further than I remembered.

  “Fuck, Bre, your lips, your mouth.”

  She swirled her tongue around my tip, careful to keep her teeth covered she bobbed her head and ran a hand up and down my shaft. My muscles twitched with the sensation of her mouth, and I knew she tasted my salty pre-cum because she moaned. The rumble of it sent unworldly mumbles escaping my mouth. I let my head fall back and slid my hands into her hair.

  She moaned again and this time my balls tightened. Without warning, hot spurts flowed from my cock and filled her mouth. She sucked me in and swallowed every last drop. Once my spasms subsided, I pulled her head back by her hair and leaned forward, taking her mouth with mine.

  “Baby, that was amazing, but you didn’t need too.”

  “I did need it. I want to feel normal. Thank you.”

  “I should be thanking you.” I laughed, kneeling before her. I pushed her legs apart carefully. “Now, I’m going to return the favor.”

  I hated leaving her, but Sabrina assured me she was fine and she would see me soon. Dr. Dana also said everything looked good, her muscle was healing nicely, and she should be able to come home soon and have PT on an outpatient basis.

  Getting out of the car, I was bombarded with press asking me questions about what happened, if Sabrina was okay, what was going on with Beverly? I just slid on my sunglasses and pushed my way through without a word. Fucking vultures. It didn’t matter what you told them they’d spin it the way it would sell the best.

  Arriving at the doors of the court house I was greeted by my lawyer. He quickly fell into step with me.

  “Any news?”

  He scowled. “No.”

  I stopped, my shoes squeaked as I turned to face him. “Horse shit.” I said a little too loud, causing people to stop what they were doing and look over at me. I poked him in the chest and seethed through my teeth, “She can’t fucking get away with this.”

  He held up his hands. “I know, Mr. Black. We have all our people on it. I’m not sure why the judge called this meeting.”

  Turning to find the room, I saw Sara and Jon up ahead. Jon had his arm around her waist, pulling her into his side protectively. Reaching them, I bent over to kiss Sara on the cheek and slapped Jon on the back.

  “Ready?” I huffed.

  Sara looked up at me with sorrow in her eyes. “I’m so scared, Caston.”

  Jon pulled her into his embrace. “Honey, whatever happens we will be okay.”

  My lawyer shook hands with Jon and Sara’s lawyer. I had wanted to use the same one, but they advised me it could be judged as a conflict of interest. He nodded to the guard once we were seated to indicate that we were all set. Thankfully, this was a closed hearing, so there was no press or extra people in the courtroom.

  We all took our seats before they brought in the bitch.

  I gritted my teeth when she walked in laughing and smiling with the guards. I wanted to jump over the table and beat the shit out of her, so I grabbed my legs and squeezed hard.

  As she walked past us, she had the nerve to link arms with one of the guards and look over at us. “Hello, loves, Thanksgiving together? I’m willing to forgive and forget.”

  Before any of us can say anything, my lawyer held his hand up to us. I nearly bit my tongue off trying not to say anything.

  “Mrs. Holden, no talking to them, remember?” The guard cooed.

  She looked back to him. “Oh, silly me. I must have forgot. I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s okay, ma’am, just, please, don’t do it again.”

  The bastard actually blushed. What the fuck? She sure knew how to brainwash people.

  I loosened my grip on my legs, and Sara reached for mine and Jon’s hands. We all stood when the judge entered. The chairs creaked when we returned to our seats.

  The judge shifted some papers around before looking up at each table. “Thank you all for joining us this afternoon. It has come to my attention that there has been some discrepancy with evidence. I had originally held Mrs. Holden without bail, but given the circumstances, I have to reverse my decision and grant bail. Bail is set at one million dollars.”

  “What!” I jumped out of my seat, Sara and my lawyer pulled me to sit again.

  “Mr. Black, please, don’t make me hold you in contempt. As I was saying, bail is set, let’s set the trial for three months from today.”

  He got up and walked out. Just like that things were turned upside down again. How does she do this?

  Jon consoled Sara as she started to cry, and I turned to Detective Alverez, who was seated behind us. “Fix this now. She shot her. For fuck’s sake, what else could they need? We all saw her.”

  He ran his hand along his collar. “I’m working on it. She’s going with self-defense and, well—”

  “Don’t.” I stood up and moved to walk out, but my lawyer grabbed my arm.

  “Remember, even though she’s getting out, we have a standing restraining order against her to protect you, Sabrina, Jon, and Sara. That means no contact what so ever. If you go someplace where she already is, the law says she must leave, not you.”

  I nodded. “This is bull shit.”

  “I know. We’re working on it.”

  I was too angry to talk to anyone right then. I headed out the back of the courthouse to try to avoid the press. If I’d gotten in front of a camera right then, it wouldn’t have been good. Seeing that the coast was clear, I headed down the alley and out to the street on the opposite side of the block. I’d texted Terrance, telling him I was walking to the office. He immediately tried to call me, but I didn’t want to hear it. I needed to clear my head.

  Three months until the trial. Three fucking months to deal with her shit. I wouldn’t let her get away with this. Over my dead body would that happen, she’d done enough to fuck with my life. I was
in a zone, not paying attention to where I was going, and I knocked shoulders with someone.

  “Watch it.”

  His voice sounded familiar, but not placing it, I mumbled, “Sorry.” He was already a good six feet or so from me with a hoodie pull up, so I couldn’t really see his face, only some blond hair sticking out from the hood and his hands were in his pockets.

  I continued on to the office, once again I went in through the back door. Since it’s isolated back there, I was able to make it to my office with very few employees seeing me.

  No sooner did I sit at my desk, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Recognizing the number, I quickly answered.

  “Bre, what’s wrong?”

  She laughed. “Nothing silly. Why do you always assume something is wrong when I call?”

  I brought my computer to life and went through my emails, mindlessly seeing if there was anything that needed my attention immediately. “I’m sorry, babe, rough day.”

  “Oh?” I could hear the concern in her voice.

  “Nothing for you to worry about, Bre. Just focus on getting better.”

  “Well, that’s what I wanted to tell you.” I could feel her smile through the phone. It was infectious. “They said I could go home today or tomorrow, depending when you got back. Please, tell me it’ll be soon, I really don’t want to be here anymore.”

  I was already out of the door, locking it behind me. “I’m on my way.”

  “See you in a few.”

  “Love you, Bre.”

  “Oh, Caston, I love you too.”

  I was sprinting down the hall and running out to the parking garage with Terrance hot on my heels, even though he wasn’t sure what exactly was going on. He must have seen me on the security cameras.

  “Sir, what is it?”

  “Sabrina. We have to go now.”

  He unlocked the doors, and I climbed in. “What happened?”

  There was a look of concern etched on his face. That’s when I realized I didn’t actually tell him. “She’s coming home. They’re releasing her.”

  Terrance relaxed immediately and smiled.

  I walked through the store and passed the tabloids. I saw her face plastered all over them. Some were with him and some were alone. I wanted to take every single one and throw them all over the fucking place. I wanted to stomp on her face. She didn’t deserve a fucking happily ever after. I grabbed a few and tossed them in my basket. I felt like a fucking douche for buying them.

  The giggly store clerk smiled, and I scowled. When the clerk came to the magazine, I saw her sigh.

  I captured her wrist that held the magazine, and she gasped, locking eyes with me, I caught the look of fear, but I snaked a smile on my face. Grazing my thumb over the increased pulse on her wrist, my fucking dick was hard off of the fear in her eyes.

  “When’s your break?” I asked as I looked over the counter at the short fucking skirt she had on.

  Her smile was devilish. “In about five minutes.”

  Smiling, I brought her hand up and kissed the wrist I was just hurting. “I’ll meet you out back.”

  Grabbing my purchases, I headed to my car and threw my shit in the back. Getting in the car, I pulled around back and waited for her. Right on time she walked out, twirling her hair around her finger. I purposely parked where she couldn’t see me. I needed to observe her for a few seconds. Palming my cock through my jeans, I watched as she lit up a cigarette and relaxed against the side of the building, letting her head rest on the cement wall.

  I quickly got out of my car and stalked up to her before she even had a chance to react to my presence. In one swift move, I flicked the cigarette out of her mouth, covered it with one hand, and grasped her wrists together, binding them behind her back with my other, all before she was able to react. Putting my face directly next to hers, I whispered in her ear, “Don’t fucking scream, don’t make a fucking noise. Understand?”

  Her big brown eyes locked with mine, and she nodded her head. Taking the hand away from her mouth, I lifted her skirt and drug my finger between her legs.

  “You fucking like to be manhandled, don’t you? You’re so god damn wet.”

  Taking my cock from my pants, I managed to sheath myself with one hand. I ripped her thong off her body, throwing it to the ground

  Thrusting my cock into her pussy was heaven. She was so wet. “Fuck, honey, you feel so good.”

  I slammed into her harder and harder.

  She felt so warm and good. I felt my orgasm start to build. A few more pumps and my balls tightened to my body. The ripples flowed, and I came hard in the condom.

  I pulled out of her body. Taking off the condom, I tied it shut and tucked myself into my pants. She straightened herself.

  “Thanks, Mark. I needed that. I love when we pretend we don’t know each other.”

  “Nina, you’re ruining it.”

  She laughed and took out another cigarette. I pulled it from her lips and took a drag before handing it back. “Next time, I want you to suck my cock.”

  She made a clicking noise with her tongue. “Nope, you know I don’t do that.”

  I leaned closer to her ear. “You will, and you’ll enjoy it.”

  Pushing myself off the brick wall, I walked back to my Charger. Slamming the door, I started the car and pealed out of the lot, leaving two very long black tire marks.

  Off to the courthouse to see what this judge was going to do.

  Having to park a few blocks away, I took the back route. I saw him. He looked like he was in his own little world. Wanting to fuck with him, I pulled my hood over my head and moved so I would run right into him.

  Clipping his shoulder hard, I muttered, “Watch it, buddy.” I kept walking, wondering if he would recognize my voice. He didn’t, and I just laughed. I must’ve been late, though, if he was already walking away from the courthouse. I quickened my speed, making my way to the jail that’s attached to the courthouse.

  The clock clicked over to three in the afternoon, and I shifted uncomfortably on the metal bench in the visiting room. The door buzzer sounded and the prisoners walked through in a single file line. Most of the people around me jumped up and hugged their loved ones; however, I stayed seated until she reached me. I kept my eyesight lowered. White tennis shoes came into my line of sight, and I stayed frozen.

  “You may look at me.”

  A shiver traveled through my body from her words. I shifted my gaze up. She placed her hand in front of me. I accepted it and placed a soft kiss on the back.

  “I’ve missed you, Mistress.”

  She slid in across from me and crinkled her nose. “You reek of sex.”

  I blushed and looked down at the table. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

  “Shut up, Mark, you aren’t fucking sorry.”

  I dared to look up at her. I saw the evil gleam in her eye. God damn, I love her.

  She shook her head and looked away. “You disappoint me.”

  “Beverly, please—”

  Her head snapped back around and her eyes darkened. “You are not allowed to call me Beverly.”

  “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

  Noticing the guards weren’t looking, she leaned over the table and whispered in my ear, “If I was alone with you right now, I’d fucking whip you to a bloody pulp.” She licked the outer edge of my ear before biting down on it hard. I whimpered, and my cock strained in my pants.

  She leaned back and glared at me as she crossed her legs.

  “I suppose you heard I’m up for bail?”

  “No, ma’am.”

  She scowled. “You didn’t make it to the hearing on time. I expected to be out already.”

  I hung my head. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Whatever, what news do you have for me?”

  I looked around at all the happy families and frowned. “She’s still in the hospital, but I have it on good authority that she will be getting out today, actually.”

  “Have they set a date yet?”
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  I shook my head. “Not to my knowledge. I’m sure they will soon.”

  “Well, their wedding will be a living nightmare that they won’t survive.” She laughed. That sound made me shiver, and my cock twitched.

  “Am I making you hard, little boy?”

  I nodded.

  “If you bail me out, you can take me home, and I can have my way with you.”

  “I’d like that, Mistress.”

  TWO MONTHS LATER—Present Day

  My heart is beating a million miles a minute. I’m running as fast as my legs will take me, through alleys and down back roads I’ve never seen before. My chest is tight and the puffs of steam from my breath surround me in the cold. The dark shadow following me is making me run faster down the street. That’s when I hear the bang. Pain radiates through my leg. I collapse to the ground. “Help,” I scream, “please help me.” Blood is everywhere. Reaching down I touch just above my knee, it feels like mush. I start shivering and crying. Why is no one helping me?

  Sitting up in bed, I’m drenched in sweat and breathing hard. Tears are streaming down my cheeks. A warm hand reaches out to sweep my hair from my forehead. I gasp and jump as it touches me.

  “Bre, it’s okay,” Caston soothes.

  I take a deep cleansing breath as I try to shake the dream from my mind. “Oh, Caston, it was horrible. She was after me again.”

  “She can’t get you, I promise.”

  “But she posted bail, she’s out there somewhere.”

  He sits up and wraps his arms around me, I turn into his chest and breathe in his scent. Kissing him on the hard, solid muscle, I take comfort that I’m in our bed, in our home. It was just a few months ago I was lying in a hospital bed. Now my life consists of physical therapy every day, but at least it makes me leave the house.

  He lifts my chin with his finger, making me look up into his ice blue eyes. “Bre, I promise.”

  “Are you sure?” Eyes wide from nerves.

  He looks down at me and leans in to kiss my lips. As he captures them, he pushes a little, deepening the kiss and taking my breath away. In his husky, just awoken voice he assures me, “I swear on my life. Trust me.”