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I hesitate. I mean, she’s my wife. Even if she is a killer…how can I judge her? I’ve done some terrible things in my life too. And I know I can trust her over all these goons here. If I could fire everyone and make Tacy my sole partner in this mission, I would. But I have to think of her safety. And our family too.

“All right. But just a quick looksie, okay?”

She jumps and releases a little girlish squeal. Oh, Lord. What have I done? I’m married to a murderer with a manicure and Manolo’s.

Chapter 22

Tacy

“Is this the interrogation room?” I ask as Aris leads me down a dingy, musty hallway. It’s quiet and dark. We enter a small room with no windows, one door, and the entire room is lined in plastic sheets. There’s an aluminum chair in the center of the room. “Is this where you extract information out of people?”

He chuckles and says, “do you want it to be?”

He has that dangerous glimmer in his eyes. Like he’s about to murder someone…orsomething.

“It’s either that or the torture chamber,” I say then wonder why he brought me in here in the first place. Visions of men getting their fingers clipped off and teeth ripped out of their gums suddenly flood my mind, making my stomach churn but also revving up my heartbeat.

Aris laughs again and motions for me to sit down. The door closes behind us with a slam, blowing the plastic sheets in various directions. He seems deep in thought as he pulls something out from behind the vinyl curtain. A bottle of motor oil? No, it’s clear. He pops open the lid and rubs a transparent liquid all over his hands.

“Dry skin?” I ask.

“Something like that,” he says and approaches me. His eyes are glued to me. His jaw is tensing, the vein in his forehead bulging, as he peels off his shirt. I can’t help but stare. My husband was always fit, but this new version of Sol…Aris…I mean, his fuckingabs have their own set of abs. The V above his hips that point to his cock are sexy canyons that I’d love to explore with my tongue.

“Take off your dress,” he commands as his pants drop to the floor.

“Aren’t you going to lock the door?” I ask, heart fluttering.

“I thought you liked the idea of being caught in action?”

I stick out my bottom lip and wring my hands together. The voyeur in me says yes, but the practical mother in me says no. Why would I want Aris’s vigilante buddies, scratch that, why would I want the guys who I want to work with to see me naked? A warm gush escapes me and soaks my panties.

“I don’t know, Aris,” I say and reluctantly kick off my heels. “It’s not like at your office, you know?”

“It’s exactly like my fucking office, now do as I say or I’ll rip that dress off with my teeth,” he bellows and inches towards me. He has a leather belt in one hand, the bottle of oil in the other.

I step backwards, the backs of my calves feel the cold metal of the chair legs behind me. I cut him a look that says he’s not in control.I’min control. And I slowly unzip my dress at the side, then let it fall to the floor around my feet. I step out of the dress and kick it to the side.

Aris’s eyes rake over every inch of my body, pausing on my black lacey bra and panties.

“Now, the panties and bra,” he says and sets the oil on the floor.

“But…” I try to protest but he cuts me off.

“I saidnow,” he growls and smacks the belt against his free hand, startling me. I’m frightened, but in the best possible way.

“Fine,” I say, biting my lip, as I unhook my bra and slide off my thong. Goosebumps engulf my entire body. “Don’t be so damn bossy.” I know I’m pushing him, but it’s all a part of the game we like to play. And…I like being a brat. Because brats get punished.

“Don’t be such a pain in the ass,” Aris says and cracks the leather belt again. There’s a visible sparkle in his eyes, even in this windowless room. “Good. Now turn around and bend over the chair.”

“No,” I say and fold my arms over my chest. “I got naked. Now it’s my turn to boss you around.”

Aris chuckles, and I can tell my obstinance is turning him on as his cock goes from partially hard to a full-on erection. Standing straight and a little to the left. The vein in it throbbing in tune to the lustful demon singing in my head. I want to do the worst things to him.Withhim. I want him inside of me.

“I don’t think so, Sweetheart. You baited me at the Drive-in. Stalked me, then finagled your way into something you shouldn’t have. You’ve been a bad, bad girl. And now you’ll take your licks.”

My cheeks flush as blood rushes to my pussy. My heart was pounding a minute ago, but now all I notice is my clit pulsating.

“I said, turn around. I don’t have all day, Tacy,” he demands and walks towards me. His scars, tattoos, and chiseled body make my mouth water. I want to consume him.

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