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“Do a workup on any other friends Alastair had back in school,” I say, scrubbing a hand along my beard. Honestly I’m not sure it’ll do any good, but now I’ve got keys on the brain. “See if anyone is still in town, or recently returned. Maybe someone who is related to one of his previous victims who might have their own agenda. And I’m going to send you some photos of a key. Compare it to what’s saved in VICAP from the Odell file and see if it looks like either key is a duplicate.”
I think the one from Swan’s place was a duplicate, but to be frank I was a little thrown off when I saw it.
“Whatever you say, sir,” Soto replies, but I can hear some of the confusion in her voice. I just gave her two completely different things to look into, and the key is kind of out of left field.
But it’s bothering me now. I can't ignore it.
“Thank you, Finley.”
“You should get some rest,” she continues, her chipper voice extra loud in my ear this time when she speaks. “I’ll keep you posted!”
She disconnects the call, and I drop my forehead to the table with a groan. Rest is probably the optimal idea, but right now the headache pounding behind my eyes demands some type of liquor.
“Sterling, you back there?” Gabe’s voice coming from the front of the house startles me and I sit up, ignoring the pain.
Glancing around the room once more, I wonder if the answers really are buried in these files. I can’t stop the exhausted sigh as I realize how much work truly lays before us. “Yeah, I’m here. Did you find anything new?”
Chapter 9
Vinny speeds away from the penitentiary, making my hair fly when he rolls the windows down. Tension builds between us the whole way back to Emeric’s, and I know what I should be feeling.
Disgust towards Alastair. Maybe a healthy dose of fear and revulsion. I could probably take a dark trip down memory lane if I thought about the past too long, but none of that is what’s happening.
Lust.My sickness matches Vinny’s, and he’s had that damn button in his hand for half the drive, making me shudder as we move. The vibration from the plug was a nice distraction at the penitentiary, and thankfully when we passed through security the silicon plug didn’t have enough metal in it to activate a sensor.
Vinny increases the speed of the plug, and I whimper. Here in the car I’m not interested in hiding and I’ve already torn the blouse I’m wearing trying to get the layers off of me. I think two buttons popped off, but it allows him to occasionally reach over and tweak my nipples, leaving me so much hornier than I should be after talking to a serial killer.
My moans grow as I think of Alastair again, and the dangerous game Vinny played with me once we spotted him. I was angry listening to him speak, but my husband took great pleasure turning the toy on and off intermittently as he saw fit. It certainly didn’t curb my rage but it did help to distract me a little bit.
The vibrating butt plug stays on as Vinny parks, and we’re barely out of the car before I’m throwing myself at him. For the first time in I can’t remember how long I don’t care that my skin is on display for anyone to see, and I fly into him as my legs find their place around his hips and my lips slam into his. He growls at the contact, kissing me feverishly as he backs us up to the door. I should’ve waited but can’t make myself care, attaching my lips to his neck, chin, jaw, anywhere that I can find skin and rock against him.
He snarls as the keys jingle beneath me, and if this was our house in Colorado we would park in the garage and be inside already. I don’t give him a break since he isn’t giving me one, nipping at his skin and grinding down against his cock until the door finally opens.
Fuck what Emeric’s neighbors think.
Vinny throws the door closed hard enough to make the frame rattle, and then I’m pressed against the hardwood door as he spins us around. I whimper when he reaches up to grip my throat, the toy in my ass picking up speed, and I rock harder into him. I’m definitely going to orgasm before he’s even in me, and I think he likes knowing it.
His lips circle my ear before he bites down on the tip, making my already sensitive nerves that much worse. I moan, and then he’s speaking in my ear. “Lust after him all you want, Trauma, but you aren’t his anymore. Everything about you belongs to me.”
My eyes roll at his words, and I can’t stay focused. The possession in his voice does something to me, his words creeping down into my soul and cementing there. No matter what’s happening in the world around us, Vinny always has my back.
I shift my grip on him, moving so my nails dig into the back of his scalp. He hisses at the pressure, but his hair is too short to really grip. “Same for you, husband. You’re mine and mine alone.”
He kisses me, and as much as I know there might be a bit of toxicity in the way we deal with Alastair, it works for us. His betrayal shattered a whole dynamic between us, and it’s a miracle that we survived.
I fantasize about Alastair still, and in the back of my head it feels dangerously close to Stockholm Syndrome. But my husband is in every single fantasy, and even though we play out mine we’ve never once acted out his.
His fantasies don’t include Alastair anymore. His betrayal cut too deep, and maybe Vinny isn’t as broken as I am but I can’t purely hate Alastair. It’s something I despise about myself after everything he took from me.
“Stop getting lost in that pretty little head,” Vinny growls, the hand at my waist shifting down to grip my ass. He smacks the side, and it makes the vibrator shift slightly inside me as I groan. “Fantasize, role play, whatever you need, but you’ll remember that I’m here too.”
I barely get the chance to nod before he pulls me from the door. Emeric’s home is conveniently set up so my husband can easily deposit me on the couch. He’s already going for his belt, and I shift around to get the tie undone on my pants and lift my hips before I start sliding them off.
He catches my legs at the ankle, keeping them suspended above me and rocking me back over my tailbone so most of my weight is on my lower back and hips. The butt plug is still working, and it hits even more sensitive spots as he changes the angle.
Vinny clicks his tongue. “So pretty. How did my wife end up with a pussy from heaven and a mind from hell?”
I try wiggling in his grip so he does more than look at me. “You like the hellish part of me. It’s the side that burns for the dirty things you do to me.”