Chapter Eleven #2
“Nice of you to stop by,” she said, an edge to her voice I was wary of. “It didn’t take you long, so extra brownie points for that. I wonder why you keep this house exactly as it was when you were married.”
“I haven’t been back here for a long time,” I admitted. “Please, Maurelle, put the knife down and let them go.”
“Did you really think that was going to work?” she laughed.
“No, but it was worth a shot,” I replied. “Is Kemp alive?”
“Sadly, yes,” she said. “But not if he doesn’t receive help soon. That all depends on you, though.”
“Okay, what do you want me to do?” I asked her, my heartbeat was in my ears, making it hard to hear.
She didn’t speak. She looked angry, as she waited for something. Mimi was struggling against the knife. I could see it cut into her neck.
“Mimi, stop moving,” I yelled at her. She stilled instantly. “Maurelle, tell me what you want.”
I could see by the way she was looking at me and not speaking that she hadn’t thought that far ahead. She’d been moved by rage, and maybe jealousy. This was precisely what I didn’t want to happen, it’s why I had pushed them away.
Goddamn Mimi and her persistence.
“Here,” I said, putting my gun into the bureau’s drawer and closing it. “Put your knife down, let them go and I’ll stay here with you, okay?”
Her knife moved a little away from Mimi’s neck, and I could see the cut was barely a scratch.
“That’s it,” I coaxed her. “I’ll move over here, and you let them go. You can take me anywhere you want to go.”
She knew it was me that she wanted, I could see it in her eyes, as she thought of all the possibilities of how this could go.
“You don’t kill women, you only kill your husbands or men on your list,” I told her. “Come on, let them go, they don’t have anything to do with us.”
She moved back from Mimi and cut her bindings with the knife. I moved forward slowly, helping Kemp up, checking his pulse before I told them to go. Mimi reached out for me but I dodged it, closing the door on them before I turned back to Maurelle.
“Now, what?” I asked her. “What’s your endgame?”
“I didn’t really have one,” she replied.
“You always have an out,” I told her. “Always.”
“I know,” she said, her face showing the contradictions of emotions flowing through her right now. “You mess me up, and I don’t know why. I don’t understand why I feel this way.”
I understood, because I felt the same way.
She had me questioning the oath I swore when I became a cop.
I wanted her to clean up these men who did bad things, and I wanted her to be free.
I wanted to run off with her and live on a secluded island, never letting the big, bad world harass us, but it would never work.
My investigation had opened up all of her crimes, which meant she’d never get away free.
Not anymore.
We were each other’s enemy, forcing us to live through the most difficult decision of our lives.
We were kryptonite to each other, and yet we were drawn together.
Every damn time.
Maurelle came over to me, the knife in her hand still. Her eyes were dark and intimidating, and yet my body reacted in a completely different manner.
Jesus, what was happening to me?
“Upstairs,” she said, her voice had an edge to it that had my cock hardening and my heart hammering in my chest. It wasn’t a request, it was an order.
I turned, walking to the base of the stairs, knowing full well that she could plunge that knife into my back and end it all here.
My hand on the railing felt like I was clutching onto the last slivers of my life as I pulled my foot up to take the first step.
Maurelle
As Kane marched up the stairs, I tried to figure out why I was doing this. Why didn't I just take him and flee? His bitch of an ex-wife would have alerted authorities by now, so this was dangerous.
Danger was something I lived for, but the thought of getting locked up, and unable to be myself scared me.
Yet, I couldn’t stop.
Once we got to the top of the stairs, he stopped, and I realized I hadn’t been up here so I had no idea where to go.
I held the knife to his back, ripping his shirt open, revealing his olive skin.
“What are we doing, Maurelle?”
God, why did I react so viscerally when I heard my own damn name? What was it about this man that made me want to act recklessly? Why did I do the things I did for him?
“Where?” he asked me, feeling the cool steel of the blade against his skin. I nicked him as I got closer, the knife slicing his skin.
“Bedroom.”
He continued down the hall until we got to a door, he opened it and walked inside, turning around, and pulling his destroyed shirt off him. I could see the outline of him, and his muscled chest through the glint of the outside lights shining through the window.
“They’ll be coming for you by now,” he said. “This is dangerous.”
I closed the distance between us, knowing what I wanted, and that I would never leave until I got it. I grabbed the back of his neck and dragged his head down to mine, my lips tasting his before I held my head against his, our foreheads pushed together, almost painfully.
“Then you better make it quick.”
The need to desecrate the place he would make love to his wife was the only thing pushing me forward now.
I needed him to claim me in this room, to make me his in every shape and form.
His hands moved up, one hand grabbing my hair and yanking my head back.
His eyes sought mine, before he claimed my mouth with his, tongues melding together in a heated exchange, teeth clashing together as he tried to devour me with his kiss.
I melted against him as my body responded to his touch, wanting him to fuck me til my last breath.
He hauled me over to the bed, throwing me down onto the covers and sending me sprawling as he grabbed at my skirt and yanked it down, my panties were ripped off, the pieces of lacy material nothing but a scrap as they landed somewhere in the distance.
I loved the ferocity of him as he knelt, pulling my thighs up and yanking me toward him as his mouth closed over my pussy.
I arched my back up off the bed as his tongue darted in between my folds, aiming for my clit as he tried to push me to an early release.
He was worried I would be caught, that this would be over, and I knew he was trying to protect me.
But we weren’t done until I said we were done.
I widened my legs, as he plunged two fingers into me quickly, the rhythm of his tongue flicks and finger fucking in sync, and pushing me to an early climax.
I felt the familiar spasms erupting throughout my body as my pussy clenched around his fingers.
He didn’t stop until I was screaming out his name, digging the knife into the bed as my hips rolled around until the waves of pleasure died down.
I pushed up, grabbing the knife and pulling it free from the bed, holding it against his throat.
“Get up here,” I ordered. He did, the knife nicking his throat as he laid down.
I ripped his jeans off, freeing that cock that drove me crazy.
I moved my leg over him and straddled his crotch, rubbing my wet pussy over him.
He groaned in response, my knife traveling down his chest, the tip nicking him generously.
I watched as blood pooled in the indentations of his abs.
He grabbed my hips, moving his hand down and directing his cock into me in one smooth thrust. I was motionless for a moment as my pussy adjusted to him, before I started to move.
I dropped the knife, needing to touch him myself.
My fingers moved to the bloody pools on his chest, sliding through the mess as rode him.
Kane grunted with pleasure as I moved my hips.
This would be the last time, I repeated in my mind as I fucked the only man to truly get inside my head. His hands on my hips only made me move faster, my hips moving so fast even I was getting dizzy.
Kane grabbed me, his hands going up my back as he sat up and lifted me so he could plant me on my back.
He drove into me with such force, I thought I’d be shot off the bed.
He knelt in between my legs as she drove into me, harder and harder.
Sweat slicked our bodies as he fucked me as hard as I needed him to.
I looked into his eyes as he realized this would be it too.
Kane slowed down as his mouth took mine in a heated kiss that stole everything I had. I felt tears prick my eyes as I realized this was his goodbye. He loved me.
And, it was stupid to ignore it any longer, but I loved him, too.
As his pounding resumed, I felt my pussy start to convulse, my walls clenching around his cock. He let out a strangled moan as I came hard around him, pushing him over the edge soon after.
For a few moments, we laid next to each other, our breathing the only sound in the room. I didn’t want to move. I wanted this to be it, for both of us. For once, I wished I’d been normal so I could have this.
The house, the husband, everything…something I was denied from the very start. That’s why I came here, it was why I was so angry that his ex-wife had ruined that for him. I wanted this to be my dream.
Sirens sounded in the distance, a reminder that our time was limited, and they’d be here soon. Kane jumped up.
“You have to go,” he said. “Maurelle, come on.”
He helped me up as he reached for our clothing. I put my clothes on, and he turned to me, fully clothed. I was confused until I realized he had had clothes here.
I grabbed him before he could leave and pulled him to me. My mouth on his, he kissed me with passion. It was exactly what I needed.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. His forehead creased in confusion before I landed the blow on the back of his head. He crumpled down to the ground in a heap as I moved over to the window and climbed out.
Goodbye, Kane.