Page 18 of Objection

Fuck princess! As beautiful as you look in that lingerie, I can’t wait to take it off you. Tell me what you want me to do to you tonight.

The Wife: I was hoping you’d like it. What do I want you to do? Me… in my bed, on the dresser, in the shower. Slow and fast and nasty and hard and deep and gentle. Can you do that baby?

My leg bounced as I waited for the light to turn green. Only one light stood between me getting to Serenity’s apartment. Court dragged on for hours, and texting this morning and during recess only made it feel like it took longer. My dick was hard all morning thinking about her in the sexy ass lilac colored lingerie.

As anxious as I was to be inside of her, I knew we also needed to talk. I hadn’t told her about my previous role in the mafia yet, and it was starting to weigh on me. I didn’t feel like it was something that would come between us, but I didn’t like feeling like I was holding something back from her. The last thing I needed was for us to be out and someone mentioned something that she should have heard from me.

As soon as the light turned green, I sped off, made a sharp left, and swerved into her apartment complex. I had to laugh at myself because I’d never been anxious to get some pussy. Then I had to be honest with myself. It wasn’t just the sex, though she had the best pussy I’d ever had. It was about the experience—the emotional and mental connection we shared. And it was alsoabout the intimacy. I loved becoming one with Serenity. She was the first woman I’d ever made love to and truly felt like my soul had been tied to hers. It connected us to each other on a deeper level, and I would never be able to have sex with another woman again.

I parked and headed to her door, hoping she’d unlocked it already since I told her I was on my way. When I twisted the nob and the door opened, I smiled. I made my way down the hall and chuckled at the sight of her sleeping in the middle of the bed. Traffic was hell and what would have usually taken fifteen minutes took an hour. After stripping out of my clothes, I hung my suit up, took a shower, rubbed a quick nut out, then joined her in bed. It was the middle of the afternoon, but today’s mental acrobatics in court had me drained. I was looking forward to being inside of her, but I was also happy to finally be with her.

When I pulled her close, she shifted slightly and moaned.

“Baby?” she called before clearing her throat. “I fell asleep.”

“I know,” I said through my chuckle as I adjusted the pillow. “Looks like you needed the rest.”

“I did, and I know you do too. We were up all night going through those papers.”

“Yeah, I’m just glad we finally found the connection between those fraudulent account numbers. When I shared our findings today, I saw the moment a lot of jurors lost faith in Kyle’s version of events. I think this was the smoking gun we needed for reasonable doubt. If we can make him a second option for the killer, we’ll at least get a mistrial.”

“I mean . . . it wouldn’t be the first time money made a person kill someone they knew. I already had a bad feeling about Kyle but when I saw that he’d opened those accounts and had been siphoning money from his own father, my first thought was that he’d killed him to get access to his funds.”

Sighing, I ran my beard against her neck, and she giggled. “People kill for less. Kevin was a billionaire, and he left half his fortune to his son. It’s a realistic motive for murder, especially considering how much debt Kyle is in. I’m confident I did a good job highlighting that. There’s a very good chance I’m going to get Shemar a nonguilty verdict, but I’ll settle for a mistrial.”

“That breaks my heart. I believe Shemar is innocent, but if Kyle really did kill his dad—for money at that—Jesus. How could someone be so heartless?”

Her question made me roll over onto my back and stare at the ceiling.

“Would you feel differently about me if you knew I had some bodies under me?”

Serenity turned onto her side to face me, but I kept my eyes on the ceiling.

“Bodies under you?” she repeated. “You mean like if you killed someone?”

“Yeah.”

“Are we talking self-defense or the defense of others, or serial killer vibes?”

Smiling, I turned my head to finally face her. Damn, she was beautiful. I meant it when I said I missed not seeing her at the start of my day this morning. I didn’t want to rush her, but it was taking everything in me not to pack her shit up and move her into my home. Hell, it was big enough for her to have her own room if she wanted it . . . but I’d still find a way to have her in my bed every night anyway.

“I’m not a serial killer,” I said carefully. “A serial killer kills multiple people with no reason, no motive, and they often follow a pattern. I have killed a few people, but everyone I killed, they deserved it.”

Her lips parted and she swallowed hard. Blinking rapidly, her chest rose and fell slower. Harder.

“Are you being serious right now?”

“I am.” I licked my lips and paused. “You know my family started the Montgomery Mafia. My uncle is the boss, my father is the underboss. Before I left to start the firm, I was an enforcer. Do you know what that is?” She nodded silently. “Does that bother you?”

“Did you kill any innocent people?”

“Never. I’ve never hurt any women or children, and those days are behind me. Unless I was protecting you, myself, or someone truly in danger, I vowed to never take another life again.”

“And I’m safe with you?”

With a smile, I leaned forward and kissed her. “The safest you’ll ever be in your life.”

“Then that doesn’t change anything for me. It actually kind of makes me feel safer with you. I never doubted you could protect me physically but this definitely confirms it. That’s twisted huh?”

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