Page 78 of Condemned Soul

“Tell your boss I’ll have my confession with him in two days.” He stands up and makes his way to the door.

“Wait,” I call after him and when he stops but doesn’t turn around I get up from my chair and move to stand in front of him. I slide my hand up to his cheek and stare into his aged, worn eyes. I can sense he has a thousand stories behind them, some good, some brutal, but all of them fragments of what shaped him to be the man he is.

“Please don’t do this,” I whisper knowing that I’m sounding helpless.

“Do what?” He frowns and as much as I want to tell him what’s really going through my mind, I take the easy option.

“Don’t shut me out, let me help you.” I push my fingers my through his thick, gray hair and reach up to kiss his lips and he shocks me when he lifts me off my feet and carries me back toward the table.

It hurts a little when he slams my ass on its surface, but it’s the kind of hurt I crave whenever I’m around him. He has that focused look in his eyes that he always gets when we cross the line as he forces the skirt I’m wearing up my thighs and spreads my legs. Taking the seat in front of me, he rests his palm on my chest and forces me to lie back. I don’t point out the fact that anyone could walk in here because I don’t want him to stop. This is what he needs, I want to be the one to give him it, and as scared as I am to admit it, I need it too.

His hand slides under the suspenders I have holding up my stockings and when his mouth presses against my center and his tongue laps over the lace covering my pussy, I close my eyes and enjoy the shiver that spreads over my skin.

“Do you always wear such fancy underwear to work?” He looks up at me and questions, and when his lips spread kisses along my panty line, I can’t give him an audible answer.

“Shit.” I gasp when I hear a tear and feel my panties split open. When I open my eyes I see him standing in front of me, waiting for my answer.

“No.” I shake my head.

“Two days, Consuela. Two days is all I have left in here, and I wanna be able to access you whenever I want.” He grips his hand around my throat as he pushes inside me and the relief of being full of him is shadowed by the realization that we have a time limit.

I stare at him while he fucks me, wishing things could be different and the way he looks back at me tells me he feels the same. I can’t stop myself from wondering what we could have been in a different world, and when that starts to hurt too much, I give myself over to him, letting him take my body and give us both what we need.

I can worry about healing when our time is up.

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“Boss!” My heart leaps into my throat when I step out of the visitor’s room, and I’m greeted with a stone-cold look from Longford.

“Agent Consuela, I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” He clears his throat, making me very aware of the fact I no longer have panties on. The torn apart lace is in my satchel, along with the promises that were made to Jimmer by our governor. Longford has a suspicious look on his face, one that makes me question if he knows that I just got fucked by the president of the Dirty Souls MC.

“Not at all, sir, I was just showing Jimm—Mr. Carson the governor’s acceptance.” I can feel myself starting to panic and I really have to pull myself together.

“I take it he was satisfied?” Longford narrows his eyes, and when I take a glance at Hilda behind the desk, she glances her eyes away and smirks. Ever since Jimmer came here she’s told me she senses something between us, it’s an accusation that I, of course, deny. Thankfully, Hilda respects me as a professional and knows that I value my position. Which, I myself seem to be forgetting at the moment.

“He’s assured me he will have his confession written up in the next few days,” I tell him.

“Well done, Consuela, your dedication to this case has been impressive.”

“Well, it’s a big one.” I try my best to stop shaking and at least appear confident. “Can I ask what brings you here, sir?” Now it’s my turn to be suspicious.

“Ahhh, yes. There’s been a development. Is there somewhere more private we can talk?” He looks between Hilda and the guard who’s standing by the door.

“Of course.” I step past him and head toward the office that I’ve been working out of for the past week.

“Jessie, what are you doing?” I watch him thunder through Prez’s lodge pulling it apart like he’s searching for something.

“He would have kept it. I know he never opened it, but he would have kept it.” He’s ranting to himself like a madman and seeing him out of control like this is really starting to scare me.

“Kept what?” I put myself in front of him and grab his arms so I can hold him still.

“Prez had doubts that Hayley was his…” He admits, shocking and confusing me all at the same time. “I know how crazy that sounds, but that’s what he told me. He had a paternity test done but he never had the balls to read it. He was too scared of the result.” I see the pain and fear in Jessie’s eyes and wish there was something I could do to take it away.

“Wow.” I sit on the couch and take in what he’s saying while he continues to search the room like finding those results are a matter of life and death.

“But how?”

“Apparently, Chop wasn’t the only person Mary-Ann was unfaithful with.” Jess throws his arms in the air before he starts pulling books off the shelves and looking between them. “I never saw it when I lived with her, but back then I was too focused on gettin’ into the club to notice anythin’.” He shakes his head in disappointment as he continues to search.

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