Killer Love - Ella Goode Page 0,17
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“Say the words, Angel.”
“I want you to fuck me.” My seatbelt is off in a second. He pulls me over the center console and out of the car.
“Wrap around me.” Even as he’s saying it, I’m already doing it. I kiss him as he somehow gets us into the house. My back hits the wall.
“Lucas.” I moan his name as he works my clothes off. His mouth is all over me until I’m naked in front of him.
He lifts me again, pinning me to the wall. His mouth is everywhere. I rub against him, trying to find the friction I need. I’m so close already, teetering on the edge of orgasm. I’ve never seen this part of Lucas before. It’s so hot. I didn’t think he could get more sexy, but this is proving me wrong.
It’s intoxicating and I want it all. I’m angry that I've never seen it before. I should know every part of him. He’s been keeping this from me.
“Angel.” My head falls forward at the sound of my name. I dig my nails into his shoulders as his hand slips between us. He unfastens his belt, keeping me pinned to the wall.
“Yes,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t think I could.” He thrusts inside of me to the hilt. I take him easily. I am so turned on. I clench around him, my body never wanting him to leave. His hands tighten on my ass as he plunges in and out of me in hard, fast strokes. Each one hitting exactly where I need it.
“Harder.” I bite his earlobe, urging him on.
“This what you wanted, Angel? Me taking your pussy without restraint? Well, you got it.” He’s in control of my orgasm in this position. I try to meet his thrusts but he controls our pace. “You’ll come when I say and not a second before.” His words alone almost send me over the edge. His fingers continue to dig into my skin. His touch is nowhere near gentle and for some reason the thought of having tiny bruises from our lovemaking only heightens my arousal.
“Lucas.” I'm too overwhelmed to get any other words out. One of his hands leaves my ass, reaching around to rub my clit.
“Come,” he demands. My body does as my husband orders. The orgasm takes hold of me. I come so hard my nails sink further into Lucas’s skin. I cling to him as he pumps a few more times, his warm release filling me. I bury my face in his neck, trying to catch my breath.
“I love you,” I tell him.
His whole body relaxes. “I love you, too.” He lays me down in our bed. I cuddle into him, smiling against his neck. I have no idea what just happened but it was wonderful. I do know that I’ll be poking my husband a little more often if this is the consequence.
Chapter Thirteen
Lucas
“You’re in a good mood,” mentions the intern.
“Oh?” I don’t look up from the report I’m reviewing.
“You’re humming and you never hum.”
“It is sunny out,” I reply, not even bothering to check whether that’s accurate because in my world, the sun is shining.
She marches to the small window and flicks open the blinds. “I guess it is,” she says after a moment.
I make a few adjustments and slide the document over to her. “You can go now.” I have plans to plot out.
The intern turns to leave when the door flies open. Lee and Sanchez burst through, their arms full of manila folders. My brows crash together. I don’t like what I’m seeing.
“I think we’ve found something.”
“We think we’ve found something,” Sanchez corrects.
“Right. Anyway”—Lee drops his pile of folders onto my desk and slaps one open—“this is Dennis Graham. He was accused of abusing his foster kids. Three of them spoke out against him in a preliminary hearing. One died before the trial and the other two refused to testify at trial. The case was thrown out and he walked.”
“You have a new charge against him?”
“No. Look.” Lee stabs his finger against the autopsy report. “The guy was fileted about three weeks after the mistrial. His genitals were mutilated. He suffered from severe internal bleeding. He had blows to his chest and groin that were likely inflicted by a hammer.”
“Sounds sufficiently deadly.” I cock my head. “Are you suspicious about the manner of death and planning on having the body exhumed for reexamination?”
“No. I want you to look at this. Sanchez--”
“I’ve got it,” she says before Lee can finish his