Page 25 of Grave Kisses (Graveyard of Hearts Collection #1)

Chrissy

One Week Later

I shut the door as Decan gets into the driver’s seat and starts the engine. “You know you could just tell your brother we eloped,” Decan says.

“I know,” I say with a heavy sigh. “I don’t know why I’m being weird. I promise I’m not ashamed…”

“I know, Chrissy,” he says, taking my hand into his and kissing my palm as he drives. “But he isn’t your parents. He loves you, and also, he’s not an idiot. He knows.”

“Yeah. Considering he has us staying in the same room and I never objected,” I laugh. “You think the new chief of police will help?”

“Well, my source told me that he is the head of a crime family. He works in law enforcement for obvious reasons. The old chief died, so he is just finishing out his term. I don’t know why, though, not that I plan on asking anyway.”

“Ah, well, as long as I don’t end up as pig feed,” I say.

“Nah. You’ll be okay,” he says. “Andre DeLuca is known for being a pretty reasonable guy.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” I ask, snapping my head to him.

“Andre DeLuca?” he asks, glancing at me. “What? You know him?”

“Uh… you know… I think you’ve got this, boss. You go on ahead of me,” I say with a nervous laugh.

“Oh no. Spill it, Chrissy. What is it?”

“So… I… ugh! I had a one-night stand with him… He caught me spying on someone in his club for a client. The wife of the guy who was fucking strippers last month… Well… Wow, I’m a whore.”

“No, you are not,” he laughs. “I’m curious because I fucked you across my desk before you left to go there.”

“We weren’t… I didn’t… I’m sorry. I didn’t even…”

“We weren’t dating yet, baby. Don’t apologize to me,” he says. “So you got fucked in his club?”

“And his limo… and his elevator… and his couch, kitchen counter, bedroom, the shower, and bathtub… he wanted to see me again, and I panicked. I called him a wannabe crime lord and to get fucked. I ran away like a little bitch.”

“Oh, I have got to see this,” Decan cackles. “You do realize Marcus and Bellamy went to school with him, right? I was looking at his shit this morning, and they went to the same elementary, middle, and high school. They lived a mile apart.”

“Oh no… He’s that Andre… Fuck, he knew who I was then. I’m so stupid,” I say. “Fuck my life.”

“Did you enjoy your night with him?” Decan asks.

“I don’t know how to answer that,” I admit.

“Baby, I’ve already told you that I have every intention of finding a man to fuck you while I watch for a while before joining. If you liked the way he fucked you, I’d like to see it.”

“I’ll never understand why you like being cucked,” I say.

“I like watching you melt, my sweet wife. I get lost when I’m buried in your cunt, so I don’t see it the way I want to. I am not threatened by others because I know you will come back to me,” he says.

“To be very clear… I will chop your dick off, put it in pico de gallo, and feed it to your mother if you ever touch another woman,” I threaten.

“You sick little shit,” he laughs. “I know, baby. You are all I will ever want.”

“Fuck. Fine,” I groan, throwing my hands up and taking my seatbelt off. “God, you don’t have to be so damn pushy.”

“What are you… oh!” Decan says when I pull his cock out. “My slutty little wife.”

“I love your cock,” I say before taking him down my throat and sucking hard.

He groans deeply, and that shiver I love runs through his body as he grabs a fistful of my hair.

I moved with him as I bob my head up and down, sucking his cock as he drives toward the police station.

I keep my hand wrapped around the base to stroke everything I can’t fit in my mouth.

I move fast and brutally, making him swerve a few times when he moans.

I get him to an orgasm in record time, but I’m not done with him.

I want more, so I take it. I keep sucking and bobbing, all while he shoves me down on his cock and pulls me back up again.

He’s helping to fuck my throat, and I know if it weren’t for the fact that we are driving, he would be absolutely fucking wrecking my face right now.

I know that dominating him now will earn me a punishment later, but I love the way he punishes me.

Decan manages to park the car in the lot of the police station before pulling me off him.

We are in a rather large SUV, so when he easily maneuvers himself into the back, I know I am in for it.

The seats are folded down, so when I don’t react quickly enough, he grabs me by the hair and pulls me into the back while I giggle.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” Decan growls as he yanks my pants down and puts me on my elbows and knees. “Now, you get to go in that office full of my come and beg the man to help us.”

“Ah, fuck!” I groan when he slams into me, and pain flutters in my belly. He presses my face down as he rams into me so hard that I have to cover my mouth to contain the screams. If anyone is near us in this parking lot, they’re going to be very concerned about how the vehicle is shaking.

“That’s it. Take my cock. Fucking bratty little slut,” he growls. “Who do you think you are, trying to dominate me? Huh? How powerful do you feel now, baby?”

“I’m sorry!” I moan. “Fuuuuck, you’re so fucking big. Too deep.”

“Come on my cock, Chrissy. Be my good little whore and come for me,” he grunts, quickening his pace as he grips onto me with both hands.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I moan, the words broken up by brutal thrusts. My body tightens around his cock, and I cover my mouth as an orgasm rips through me. Decan groans deeply as he pushes deeper and deeper to fill me with his come.

When he pulls out, he smacks my ass and laughs.

“Well, that was fun!” Decan says as he pulls my pants up and opens the back passenger door.

I whine and get out before going to my door.

I quickly brush my hair and check my face in the mirror.

When I am done, I straighten up, and we walk into the station.

It only takes a moment to convince the receptionist to let us see Andre, likely because she gave him my name.

As we follow her back, I get nervous. I smell like sex, he looks like sex, and I know how capable he is of melting me.

When we get to the office door, I hesitate.

“Come on,” Decan chuckles, pushing the door open and pulling me inside.

“Well, well, well,” Andre says with a smirk as he sits back in his chair. Decan shuts the door before shaking his hand.

“Decan,” he says.

“It’s good to meet you, man. Husband, right?”

“I am,” Decan laughs.

“We are here to ask a favor for Bellamy’s—”

My words are cut off when he simply puts his hand up. How the fuck can he do that? He moves his chair back slightly before pointing to the space in front of him. I look at Decan and whine when he grins.

“Go face the music, baby,” Decan says. I huff and walk around the desk to stand in front of Andre. He points to the ground, and I cross my arms over my chest.

“On your knees, Chris. If I have to make you… everyone in the station will hear me fuck you.”

“Asshole,” I grumble as I lower down to my knees in front of him.

“Now. What is it that you need from the loser?”

“Andre,” I sigh.

“What is it?”

“Bellamy’s girlfriend is in danger,” I say.

I explain the situation from the beginning until now.

He listens intently and never interrupts.

Despite the fact that he just put me on my knees, he is showing me a tremendous amount of respect.

I stop speaking, and just stare at him now. When I open my mouth to speak, he does.

“Why did you panic and leave so abruptly?” Andre asks.

“Can we just focus on—”

“No. If you want me to work with you, I want to know why,” he says.

“Because I’m in love with Decan,” I say.

“I hadn’t admitted it to him. I went home with you to fill a void.

I didn’t expect to laugh at your cheesy jokes or melt when you called me pretty…

It felt like it does with Decan, and it scared me.

I haven’t even admitted to my brother that I eloped with Decan.

I don’t know how to handle this. I was a virgin until… ”

“Until when?” he asks, sitting up straighter. “Christina. Until when?”

“Until you,” I whisper. “It fucked me up… I don’t really count getting raped in the academy as losing my virginity, but…”

“I was the first you consented to,” he finishes, and I nod. “What do you think, Decan?”

“I think she talks in her sleep, and I’ve heard your name,” Decan says with a sweet smile.

“Chrissy is an amazing woman. I think she is driven by emotion, and she didn’t intend to hurt you.

I think she likes you a lot, and there is possibly something there, but she doesn’t want to admit that because then she would feel an obligation to choose. ”

“Why choose when you can have both?” Andre asks.

“Have you two talked before? Because this is creepy,” I say. When they smirk, I punch Andre in the leg. He chuckles and pulls me closer to kneel between his legs.

“We talked while you were sleeping on the drive over,” Andre says softly. “I will help, but I want something from you.”

“What?”

“One date,” he says. “One date where Decan is with us. You let me take care of you for the evening, and then we go back to my penthouse where I will fuck you just like before, only this time, your husband gets to help. We will try it for an evening and see where it takes us.”

“Just one?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Okay,” I sigh.

“Decan has to be there. Okay? He is our date also.”

“But you’ll help?” I ask.

“Yes. I’ll pull some records. When you need me to step up, I will. Until she is actually taken or something major goes down, though, it would be risky for me to be involved. I will make sure to have everything ready,” he says. “I’ll redeem my date when things settle.”

“Okay,” I say quietly.

“You smell freshly fucked, by the way. What did you do?”

“I dominated him a little,” I say with a shrug.

“That would do it,” he says with a smirk. “I look forward to our date, Chris.”

“Why do you call me that? No one calls me that,” I say.

“Precisely,” he says sweetly, cupping my chin. “A piece of you just for me to have.”