Chapter 34 Convict A woman's howl of anger came down the phone line, and Mila cried out in fear. My heart stopped beating. "Mila? What just happened?" "I'll kill you for what you did to my Esther," the other woman screamed. "You were supposed to be her golden ticket but you screwed her over, and now she's dead. It's all your fault. You deserve to die with her." A clatter sounded followed by the stranger yowling out like a deranged cat. "Put your fucking foot down," I ordered Arran and stabbed the call onto loudspeaker. He slammed on the accelerator so we bombed into the dark night along the coastal road towards Deadwater. "What's going on?" "No clue. Mila, can you hear me?" Gasps and wrestling made it down the line, then Manny's voice returned. "Mila's safe. I've put her back in the car and the threat has been neutralised by Tyler." "What threat? Who was it?" "Where the fuck is my wife?" Arran snarled over the top of my words. "Genevieve never left the vehicle and is perfectly safe. As per my message, the womenfolk were interviewing people as part of their investigations. The mother of the deceased launched an attack as we were leaving a venue. There are no major injuries, and the attacker and blade are secured." A blade. The attacker had a blade. There were too many questions I needed answers to but I crushed it all under the knowledge that Mila was okay. My hands balled into fists. "Get back to the warehouse," Arran ordered Manny. "Already moving. I'll keep an open line until we're there," he replied. We travelled on in silence, any chance of conversation over. After the explosion, and the realisation that Mila and Genevieve were out of the warehouse, we'd already turned tracks for home, giving us only a thirty-minute race to reach them. While Arran drove, I watched the tracker on my screen return Mila to safety. Outside the warehouse, Arran skidded into his parking space and stormed out of the car, snarling at the guard for taking too long to open the rear exit door. I was right there with him, my heart in my mouth, visions of the devastating future taking the place of my recollections of the past. What if the attacker had hit her mark? What if Mila had bled out in some godforsaken part of the city? We burst into the corridor and to the management office. Inside, Mila sat in a circle of chairs with Cassie, Genevieve, Everly, and Lovelyn. Without hesitation, Arran picked up his wife and carried her from the room. She didn't argue, just banded her arms around him and held him close. It was then that I saw the bandage on Mila's arm. Red mist descended. I'd intended to treat her gently, but in a heartbeat, I was more animal than man. Scooping her up, I threw her over my shoulder with an arm wrapped around her thighs. Then I stalked from the office. "Talk later," Cassie called after us with a cackle. Mila didn't say a word. She let me put her in the passenger seat of my car and strap her in. Then I drove to her apartment block and parked badly, scooping her up again to carry her upstairs. "I can walk," she complained. "Let me do this." She didn't argue any further. Inside her apartment, I carried her into the bedroom and locked the door. When I placed her on the bed, Mila peered up at me. "Genevieve said Arran would do this so not to be surprised if you did, too. I'm fine." I paced the rug in front of her and dug my hands into my hair. "You're hurt. Someone came at you with a knife." "She did. She threw it at me." I stilled and stared at the bandage. "I'm so fucking furious right now. The minute I'm away, someone tries to hurt you. I should never have left you alone." She gave a soft laugh. "I was never alone. We had a full complement of guards, and the cut is shallow. There was no harm done." I muttered her last three words like a madman. Mila watched me. The hostility that had lingered in her gaze throughout the last week had gone. She'd been afraid. I didn't know why, but that last realisation broke my final semblance of control. I centred my gaze on her, showing her every bit of how I felt. "Listen up. I need you to know that I don't blame you for this. It wasn't your fault. But I'm going to punish you all the same. Lose the dress. Hands above your head." Her focus held mine, unreadable at first. But then her gaze flared. It wasn't defiance. It was need, and lust, and high emotion I couldn't identify but felt like a bullet to the chest. Mila stripped her dress and bra then stretched out her stunning, mostly naked body, and lifted her arms. "Show me what it does to you. Show me how much I matter." Pride inflated my chest, and I collected the handcuffs then quickly restrained her wrists to the bedframe. Instinct led me, and my breathing spiked. Kneeling on the bed, I spread her legs to accommodate me. I tore away her underwear, revealing her pussy. "You'll take it, every bit of me, because I need to remind myself that you're here. You're alive. Mine." "You talking to me or my vagina?" I curled my lip and switched my gaze to her face. "Run that mouth and see what better use I can make of it. In fact..." I stripped my clothes and knelt over her head, facing down her body in the sixty-nine position. On all fours, I fisted my rock-hard dick and took it to her lips. "Suck. Ground me before I go insane." Mila enclosed me in her mouth, her heat surrounding me. It dialled back about one percent of my panic. This was what I needed. To be on her. In her. I stroked in and out of her lips in shallow thrusts, watching her take me. Her tongue curled around me, and I groaned and dropped my face to her cunt, sliding my tongue into her liquid heat then kissing those pretty lips hello. She stopped sucking and bucked against my face. I reared back and slapped her between the legs. "You don't get to come. Not until I've worked through everything that happened tonight. Remember, I still don't blame you." My dick in her mouth prevented a response, but I sensed her annoyance. It gave me free rein to do what I wanted to her. I returned my attentions to her centre and licked and sucked until I sensed she was close, her heels driving into the mattress and her body surging against me faster and harder. Only then did I back away, letting her cool off. I did it again. Getting her close to the edge but denying her the orgasm. There was no rewarding almost getting killed. No way she should enjoy her near exit from my life. It wasn't fair, but I was fucked up over this woman. Therefore, she needed to feel it. I didn't hold back my own pleasure. At the third denial, I was dying for her, my cock so thick between her lips that I saw stars. It was the line of tears down her cheeks that pushed me over the edge. I paused to fuck her face until I came on her tongue. My groan of pleasure nearly triggered hers, but I denied her even the slightest touch in time to keep her hanging. Just like always with her, one time wasn't enough. I never went completely soft anyway, so I let her swallow me down then build me up again. Mila tolerated my torture until she was a panting, sweating mess, her thighs clenched where she arched against the air in desperation for any relief. She made me come again, this time with me withdrawing from her mouth to finish on her tits. I switched position to regard the mess I'd made. Driving my fingers into it, I spread my cum over her tits and up her throat, then down her belly and between her legs, over her swollen clit, painting her with it. Red-faced, she breathed through her nose, hands fisted beyond the cuffs. "You're mine," I told her. "I claim you in every way. No one can take you from me." Mila swore, and her eyelids closed, her head falling back on the pillow. "Eyes on me," I demanded. "You like me like this. You're enjoying my suffering because it shows you how feral I am for you. How badly you affect me." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ƒind ηøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. She didn't deny it, just watched me, her lips parted and her body gleaming with my cum. I collected more on my fingers and thrust it into her, her tight walls clamping down on my fingers. "Your pussy is greedy for my cum. You want me inside and out." Mila moaned and worked her hips so she slid up and down the hand inside her. I let her until she panted then pulled away, denying her again. I trailed a hand up her so-tense body, a new idea sending blood to my dick so it hardened again. "If I put a baby in you, you'd remember you don't walk into danger like that. Where's the implant you told me about?" "My left arm. Why?" Her mouth formed a shocked O as she caught my drift. "You wouldn't." "I absolutely would." I stroked her arm, finding a tiny bump on the outside. "Convict!" "Emilia. Consider tonight a reset. I'll get this out of my system and tell you all the fucked-up things I've done to you then beg for forgiveness. I can't promise I won't do anything else, but you'll hear me out and forgive me all the same. There's a reason for it. We'll get to that at the end." It was then that I reached for two things. A skeleton crew bandanna and my blade.