He kissed the back of her neck. “Hey, baby,” Carter whispered as he thrusted deeper inside of her and their bodies began to move in the sensual rhythm that was their lovemaking. Mileena immediately went to bucking that ass as he pounded away from behind. When she felt his body jerk, Mileena tightened her muscles around Carter’s length. He fucked Mileena harder and brought her to a gut-wrenching orgasm.
He flipped Mileena over and entered her in a single thrust. She stared into his eyes, eyes that had driven her crazy since the day that she first looked into them. It was the same for Carter. Mileena’s eyes were driving him crazy and looking into those eyes while he was deep inside her made Carter want her even more than he already did. And that made him fuck her harder.
Mileena moaned with pleasure while continuing to push back against Carter’s hard deep thrusts. Carter fucked her harder and faster and Mileena matched his power and intensity with each stroke, and it was in that moment that she started to cry. She loved Carter with all of her mind, body and spirit, and even though the love they made felt so damn good, Mileena felt conflicted.
Conflicted because although being with Carter Garrison, the man she loved, the only man she had ever truly loved, was all she really wanted, but the reality was that it wasn’t going the way that she wanted it to go or thought it would go, and that fact made her very unhappy. And in that second, Mileena’s unhappiness resulted in her pushing back against Carter’s thrusts and soon, Mileena was screaming.
“I’m cumming!” she shouted, and Carter was dropping his load right along with her.
Chapter Ten
Since they had been assigned the case, Kirk and Dawkins had spent the better part of the previous night reviewing the case files and the biological evidence presented by their lab; semen, blood, vaginal secretions, saliva, vaginal epithelial cells that were collected from the victims. Each of the victims had abrasions, bruises and lacerations on their mouth, throat, wrists, arms, breasts and thighs; the detectives studied those to try and understand the rapist’s methodology.
However, while the two new partners did detective work, there was something else going on. When Dawkins wasn’t looking, Kirk was checking her out. Admiring her rich caramel skin, the slope of her nose, her long lashes and those pouty lips that he’d been digging since Sanchez first introduced them.
But Kirk wasn’t the only one sneaking glances. While Kirk was going deep into the evidence, Dawkins was deep into checking him out. She had heard about Kirk long before she was introduced to him.
He was Kirk.
Like Sanchez said, Kirk was one of the best. His record with cases involving Mike Black aside, Kirk’s closure rate was one of the highest in the department, and the detective felt honored to be working with him.
And he was so fuckin’ fine, Dawkins thought as she looked at him and admired his intense and focused brown eyes and the way that he looked at her. It’s probably the same stare he uses to make suspects cower in the interrogation room. But right now, those eyes were focused on her and they were making her wet and warm and that made her want to open up, and she wasn’t talking about her emotions.
When Kirk had a question, instead of asking it right away, he’d look at her until she looked up, and then he’d ask his question. He’d listen to her answers, as well as the questions that she’d ask in response to try and get a sense of what type of detective she was.
“Or were you a great undercover operative simply because you’re beautiful,” Kirk said softly as he was looking at her.
Dawkins looked up. “Did you say something, detective?”
“No. I was just thinking out loud.”
“Anything you care to share?” Dawkins asked.
She didn’t hear everything he said, but she was pretty sure she heard him say, you’re beautiful. So, she was interested to hear what he would say because if he remotely came on to her now, she’d probably pull him into an empty room.
“I was thinking about the external trauma to the victim’s mouth, throat, wrists and arms being consistent with extended confinement.”
Dawkins put down the file she was reading. “What about it?” she asked because what he was thinking about, if that’s really what he was thinking about, was important, and she wanted to know, and she needed time to decide whether she was going to ask about what he was referring to when he said, you’re beautiful. Again, an empty room was probably close by.
“Well, we know that the bodies were most likely killed somewhere else and dumped at those locations. What we need to be looking for is something that is going to lead us to the actual crime scene. That, most likely, is the place he keeps the girls until he decides to kill them,” Kirk said, and Dawkins decided not to ask her question. But she would get back to it at a more appropriate time.
“What do you think his trigger is? I mean, we know that he kept this last girl a week; did she do something to make him kill her, or does he keep them for a specific amount of time before he kills them?”
“And since we don’t know when the other girls were taken, we have no way of knowing.”
“We don’t even know for sure if he keeps multiple girls at the same time.”
“Sorry, don’t know that either.”
Dawkins exhaled and sat back. “I wonder why he does it.”
“No single thing explains the motivation; anger, power, sadism, sexual gratification—”
“And the list goes on. But then we have to take into account the perpetrator’s beliefs about things like family honor and sexual purity, his attitude towards male sexual entitlement, even his own past experiences of physical or sexual abuse can come into play with a serial rapist like this.”
Kirk laughed. “Or it could be that he is just slap crazy,” he said, and Dawkins laughed along with him and right then and there, as they looked into each other’s eyes, each one knew a fuse had been lit.
There was one other thing that was going on in the background that night. Detective Bautista had only called once, but she had sent several texts.