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I guess he didn’t get the memo earlier.
Time to make sure I drill the message home.
I shove the guy off me, clamping his mouth shut before he can protest. Wrapping my hand around his slippery cock, I stroke it in deliberate, hard, long caresses. “No speaking,” I command, aware my voice is slurring a little. Still keeping my hand over his mouth, I deliberately raise my voice, making sure I’m heard. “I’m going to turn around and I want you to fuck me hard from behind. I want you to fuck me so hard that I scream the place down and people rush in thinking you’re fucking killing me. I want you to fuck me until I’m so sore I can barely walk. I want you to fuck me like you wish you were able to fuck your wife.” Yeah, asshole, I saw the indent on your ring finger. “Put your hands, your fingers, where you want. It’s your lucky night,Daddy.”
I turn around, placing my palms flat on the wall as he yanks my dress up to my waist. Ripping my flimsy thong off, he scatters the torn strands on the filthy floor. I spread my legs, angling my head in Devin’s direction. “Do your worst,Daddy,” I say, staring only at Devin. “You can’t make me bleed any more than I already do.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Devin
I know what she’s attempting to do. But if she thinks this’ll scare me off, she’s clearly forgotten how stubborn I can be. Forgotten how much I fucking love her. This isn’t my Ange. The sweet girl I grew up with would never have fucked some cheating sleazebag in the public corridor of a nasty joint like this.What the hell has happened to her?Andis there any of the girl I knew still left?
Her defiant stare bores a hole in my skull as she watches me, her body jolting back and forth as the asshole thrusts into her over and over. My hands clench at my sides, and the urge to knock the shit out of that douche is strong, but I’ve learned to rein in my anger over the years. Ange isn’t the only one who’s changed. Still doesn’t mean I’m going to stand here and accept this crap.
I’ve seen enough.
Stalking forward, I keep my focus on her as I approach. Her eyes narrow, and a flash of panic sweeps across her face until she controls it. Now, her expression is orchestrated fury. I smirk as I grab the slime ball by the shoulders, yanking him back and away from her. Caught unaware, he stumbles, landing flat on his butt, his dick poking upright, stoking my anger a level higher. Before she can swing for me, I position myself in front of her, reaching behind to grip her waist. “Get dressed,” I snap over my shoulder. “You’re leaving.”
“Screw off, Devin. You can’t come in here and do this.” Her speech is garbled, and she reeks of booze.
The perv climbs to his feet, holding his pants up with one hand. “You heard the lady. Get lost, asshole. This is nothing to do with you.”
I prod my finger in his chest, silently cautioning myself to keep it together. Pulling my badge out of my pocket, I flip it open, flashing it at him briefly. “That’s where you’re wrong. Unless you want me to arrest you for indecent exposure, public lewdness, and adultery, I’d suggest you get your cheating ass out of here in the next five seconds.”
I’ve never seen a dude move so fast in my life. He doesn’t even cast a glance in Ange’s direction before abandoning her to her fate.
“You’re a cop?” I hear the incredulity in her voice, and if it was any other time, I’d find humor in this situation. Thank fuck, I’m a cop, or else I’d never have found her after she fled the bachelor party. When I realized she’d run, I hightailed it to the local station and got the CCTV footage pulled. I was able to trace her movements and follow her here.
I turn around, my heart pounding in expectation. This woman still has the ability to rattle me to my core. She’s always had this indescribable hold over me, and that hasn’t changed. She’s fixed her dress and smoothed her hair behind her ears, but she still has that flushed just-got-fucked look on her face, and I’m pissed. I want to race after the douche and beat the shit out of him, but I resist the temptation. I’m not jeopardizing my career because of a guy like that. “Yes, and you’re lucky I’m not arresting you right now.”
She glares at me, folding her arms across her chest in a move that pushes her tits up higher. It takes colossal willpower to keep my eyes trained on her face. “I’d like to see you try.”
“Don’t test me. You haven’t seen me in a long time. You’ve no idea who I am today.”
She shimmies sideways along the wall, swaying a little, but I reach for her elbow, holding on before she runs away again. “And there was a reason for that,” she spits out, glaring at my hand on her arm. “Let me go, Devin.”
“No.”
“What?”
“No. I’m not letting you go. Not until we sit down and talk like civilized adults.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not all that civilized these days,” she retorts, laughing, as if she’s proud of her behavior.
Rage simmers in my veins. I lean in close to her face, almost passing out from the strong smell of vodka on her breath, struggling to keep a leash on my anger. I’ve spent years searching for this woman, and if she thinks she’s getting away from me without at least talking to me, she has another thing coming. “In case you hadn’t realized, I’m so fucking mad at you right now, I’m about two seconds away from hauling your ass into a cell. Youwilltalk to me, or you’re getting booked. Your choice.”
A layer of armor drops to the floor. Her lower lip quivers as she faces me, and that one tiny gesture infuses me with hope. She’s still in there somewhere. All isn’t lost.
“Why?” she whispers. “Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?”
Everything.“Answers.”
She shakes her head sadly. “Then you’ll be disappointed.”
Keeping a hold on her arm, I steer her down the corridor. “I just want to talk, Ange. You owe me that much.”
All the fight leaves her as we maneuver a path out of the skeezy club. Danny has the engine running when we reach the parking lot. I open the back door, gesturing for her to get in first. Then I haul myself up beside her, nodding at my buddy.
