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It's harsh, desperate, all-consuming and devastating, finally admitting to myself that I’ve lost the thing that holds me together, that built me into what I am today and will destroy me if I let her. I can’t let her. I can’t let Steel down. “I’m done!” I breathe out. “I’m fucking done!” I rise from the bench, I swipe at my face, I’m gonna make her regret this. Every. Single. Lie. I start to walk back with Beauty beside me.
“That’s my girl!” She grins, and she takes my hand. Smiling up at me not realising my inner turmoil.
“Thanks, Beauty.” I turn and kiss her on her cheek. “I really needed that.”
“Now, let’s go and see how we can destroy this evidence.”
I laugh at that. As I walk back into the office, leaving my emotions at the door as they can fuck right off. I need my laser-focused head on for this. My heart can finish breaking when I get Steel out of prison.
Sitting at my desk, Beauty perches on it beside me. “Hit me with it!” She says as she worries at her lip, her fiery hair catching the light and distracting me for a second. Before bringing my gaze towards her bright blue eyes, she’s fucking stunning. “What? Do I have something on my face?”
I shake my head, “No, you’re just… beautiful.” I stand in front of her and slide my hand against her cheek, sliding my thumb across her lip. I bite my own, wishing it was hers. At this moment, I just wanna feel something, anything but this. I take a step closer and cup her face as I stare into her eyes. My breathing is heavy, my heart pounding in my chest as my fingers trail across her jaw and down her neck to the sweetheart neck of the sundress she’s wearing.
I trail my fingers along the swell of her breast and caress my thumb over her nipple, feeling it pebble under my touch as she gasps on an inhale. Her eyes shoot to mine, but she doesn’t stop me, her hands gripping the table on either side of her. My other hand slides up her thigh, and she freezes, and my fingers trail softly up her velvety soft skin. As I slide my fingers against her inner thigh, she gasps again, and I can feel the heat. I can feel the humid moisture pooling, and I stare into her eyes. What’s happening right now?
There’s nothing in her gaze that feels like she wants me to stop. Her pupils are blown, her breathing a rapid pant, and her creamy skin is flushed as I run my fingers along the damp fabric of her pants. She stutters a breath. But nothing, she doesn’t move, doesn’t stop me, so I slide my fingers around the fabric and brush one tip against her lips.
She closes her eyes, and her head drops back. I lean forward and gently kiss her neck. She groans, and I can feel her hips twitch toward me, so I kiss her again and gently press my fingertip along where her lips touch. She gasps and grinds against me, trying to get closer. I kiss along her neck to her collarbone, and as she takes a deep breath, I slide my finger between her lips and slide through her soft, inviting warmth from back to front till I meet her clit. I slide my finger across it, causing her to buck against me.
I pull back slightly, taking in her flushed cheeks, her head back, exposing her neck to me and pounce. I devour her, slamming my lips against her as I thrust my finger inside her. She shudders under my initial kiss before parting her lips and sliding her tongue into my mouth, causing me to groan. I slide my hand into the front of her dress and roll my thumb over her nipple, cupping and kneading her breast with the rest of my hand.
I slide in another finger as she grinds against my hand while I pinch her nipple. She’s gasping and writhing against me as I devour her kiss, nipping at her lip and tugging, causing a filthy moan to slip from her mouth into my own. I smile against her lips, and she smiles back, and I plunge in another finger. Her head lolls back away from me, so I bite down on her neck. Kissing my way up towards her ear as I circle her clit with my thumb while pumping my fingers in and out of her, her come sliding down them towards my palm. She’s soaked.
She gasps and shudders as I feel her pussy clench against me, and I tilt my fingers, finding that sweet spot and focusing my attention there and on her clit. She gasps and grabs my wrist, holding it in place as she grinds shamelessly against it. I grin against her neck and bite down again. She moans and writhes as she gasps, panting for breath. Grinding against my hand, I flick her nipple before reaching my hand into her hair and slamming my mouth against hers as she comes all over my other hand and my desk, shuddering against me, my wrist in her vice-like grip as she rides out the last pulses of her orgasm against it. Her hand releases mine as she leans forward and kisses me gently before leaning back on the desk and trying to relax her breathing.
“Beauty, I’m… ” I trail off as she puts her breast back into her bra. I take a step back, allowing her to slide off the desk and right her underwear and skirt. We’re both just staring at each other as I take a breath to speak, the bell of the door rings, and I step back further, gasping as I turn to see a flustered Dozer standing there with his hands in his pockets and a hard dick pressing against his jeans I flick up to meet his gaze, and he looks away.
“Ladies.” His voice sounds raspy and strained as he stays by the door. “The girl at the shop told me you were here. I thought we could go for lunch?”
Beauty looks between us as I’m sure he can see the flush of my cheeks and puffiness of my lips from our kisses. She nods and places her hand on my shoulder. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I let out a shaky breath, trying to slow my racing heart. “I'm good.” She leans in and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips, and as she pulls back, she whispers. “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.”
I nod as she heads over to Dozer, and she leans up and presses a kiss to his cheek. I don’t know when he started staring at me, but his gaze doesn’t falter until Beauty cuts in. “Ready?”
“Yeah.” He nods at her without breaking eye contact as she steps around him to the door. His face is impassive, his eyes never leaving mine, burning into me before he turns on his heel and follows her out of the door. I sag into my chair and scrub my hands down my face, but then I’m hit with the smell of her, and I groan.
After washing my hands and taking a deep breath, I pull out the witness statement from Ray, gritting my teeth, determined to get through this. As I read through it, my heart clenches. I’ve heard Steel’s side. I know hers isn’t true, as the timeline doesn’t add up, but reading it, my heart clenches. This would have been awful to go through if it had actually happened. She paints Steel as an aggressive, overbearing, ruthless, abusive husband who forced her into a marriage she didn’t want but was too afraid to say no, too scared of the repercussions if she didn’t go along with his every demand.
She talks of the love she and Carlisle shared, and how he was tender and gentle with her, and when she finally plucked up the courage to leave Steel,
he took it badly and went after her in a rampage, killing Carlisle, then beating her and kidnapping her before going to “clean up her mess”, as she says he kept calling the situation.
“Fuck,” this is some hard-hitting stuff and totally fabricated although we don’t have any evidence to discredit her testimony, they don’t have any either to prove it. The evidence in question is limited, circumstantial at best, but also, there are no photos of Ray's so-called injuries, just he said, she said. The evidence she claimed she had, which instigated the raid on the club, came up with diddly squat for them. The only thing we can do now is wait till the Evidentiary Hearing and hope we can find a way to get Steel out of this.
Steel
Just another day in paradise, eat, shit, sleep, repeat and so on and so forth. My seconds are consumed with trying not to think about her, causing me to think about her, then berating myself for thinking about her, causing me to think about her even more.
We’re outside in the yard. A young, wiry, gangly thing walks over to me. I'm leaning against the wall so no one can sneak up on me. I've got eyes on everyone from here and watch every move they make.
“Hey, I’m Cyrus.” He smiles at me.
I continue to glare at him, “What do you want, kid?” No one’s talked to me since I came here, not even tried. I’ve been taunted and ridiculed, but talk, nope, no one has.
“I’ve been asked to give you a message!” He lunges at me. I see it coming, but I’m not quick enough. The shank hits me in my side, going in about an inch. “Ray sends her regards!” I grab his wrist and crush it, causing him to drop to his knees. Screaming out as I twist, snapping his wrist like a fucking twig. I grab his throat with my other hand. But I'm ripped off of him by the guards. He laughs as he’s carted off to solitary, and I’m escorted to the medical room.
My mind is reeling. Ray… Ray did this? Why? I don’t understand. I’m livid and broken, and I can’t fathom it. Ray sends her regards; what the hell does that mean? As I’m taken into the medical room, I’m so angry. I’ve still got the shank sticking out of me, and as I’m led to the bed, the doctor says something. “What?” I bark out, the last ten minutes just playing round and round in my head on a loop.
