“Holy shit!” Nadia rushed to my arms.
I held her close to me.
The cops returned fire.
Nadia hid her face. “Did they get them?”
Stunned, I stared at my front yard littered in casings and three dead bodies. “Yes.”
I not only could have died, but. . .something could have happened to Nadia and the boys if they’d been with me.
11
The Black Moment
Nadia
T
hank God the boys weren’t around.
The rest of the day resulted in police statements.
When everyone left, I tried to help Zain clean up the mess. He refused all of my assistance and put Zachary to work instead.
I offered to make him dinner or give him the couch in my living room.
Zain refused again.
And it came off cold.
I gave up, unsure of what to think.
My phone buzzed.
I checked the text from my ex.
Michael: The boys want to spend the night. Is that okay?
Michael: They have extra clothes here. Their homework is done.
Michael: We’re having fun.
Sighing, I entered my house and typed back.
Me: Sounds good. I’ll call them later to say goodnight.
I stared at my empty house and wondered what I would do. The day had taken me all over the place—my morning wet dream, writing, Zain’s amazing date, the sex, and a gang shoot out resulting in dead bodies.
What the fuck was that?
I considered taking a bath, but knew what I had to do.
Write and get your mind off all this.
I headed to my office and sat down at my desk to finish Undercover Passion.
When I’d last ended, Angel was entering a room and beginning her sexual adventure with Christian.
Angel walked inside and found an erotic dream.
Crimson coated the walls. There was no bed. A glowing silver cross took up one wall. There were leather bindings on the cross that she assumed would be used for a person’s wrists and ankles. She turned to the side and spotted a rack of restraints and whips.
Swallowing, Angel walked over to the cross.
Christian closed the door. “Have you ever been tied up?”
“No.” Angel’s pussy throbbed with the thought of being helpless to him. “But. . .I’ve always wondered if I would like it.”
“Let’s see.” Christian walked over to her.
Being forceful without being painful, Christian gripped Angel’s wrists and pushed her against the silver cross.
Her panties moistened from his powerful handling.
“When you want to stop or be untied, just say pearl.”
“Pearl?”
“Yes.” He bound her wrists and ankles. The leather bindings were tight and secure.
Just being bound to that cross with Christian’s eyes on her was so arousing.
He snatched off his jacket and undid his tie. “My driver will get you a new dress. I want to rip this one off.”
“Oh, really?”
Christian displayed a sadistic smile and unbuttoned his shirt. It hit the floor next. His body was chiseled with no layer of fat.
Angel lowered her gaze to his huge bulge.
He stepped closer. “I’ve dreamed about this.”
“And was I tied up?”
“Of course.” Christian stepped forward, towering over Angel as she remained tied to the silver cross. Barely an inch of space rested between them. “You’re so strong and independent. I wanted to see how beautiful you would look helpless and moaning.”
Angel’s face flushed.
He grasped her breasts through the dress and then squeezed.
She shuddered into a pool of need.
Lust coated his next words. “So beautiful.”
A wild expression covered his face. The suave and relaxed confidence left.
Christian rubbed her nipples through the fabric.
Angel stirred in the bindings.
He slipped his fingers to the top of the dress and ripped it down. The ripping noise mixed with the sound of Angel’s gasping.
Christian drank in her lace bra. “You’re so sexy God wouldn’t let you in heaven. All the angels would have erections.”
She grinned.
He tore the rest of the dress and slung it to the floor.
Now Angel only wore her bra and panties.
He leaned his head to the side. “You will be mine from now on.”
“That’s pretty big talk.”
“I didn’t get to where I am in life from not knowing what I can and can’t do.” He unbuckled his belt and then undid his pants. “One thing I know for sure. This evening, you won’t leave until you moan out loud that you’re mine.”
Angel desperately yearned for him to prove it.
Christian pulled her breasts out of the bra cups. Then, he pressed his face to her breasts, growling as he rubbed his stubble on her soft skin.
The contact was hot and electric.
Angel moaned.
His warm, wet mouth toyed with her nipples—licking and lapping. Her body hummed for him. Her panties were soaking wet.
Still sucking on her nipples, he slid his hands further down her body.
She wanted to lift her legs and rub her pussy against him. Aggravated, Angel moved her legs and arms trying to touch him.
Taking a step back, he studied her. “Patience.”
“Your dick says differently.”
He nodded. “My dick has its own plans.”
“I would love for you to show me those plans.”
Christian charged for her, grabbed her panties, and ripped them away. They fell down one leg.