Page 17 of Voodoo Burning

Seven

11 Days Until Mardi Gras

“Get in the car, Dominique. It’s not a request.”

I knew she was a strong woman. I’d hoped she wasn’t going to be as much of a pain in the ass as I was afraid she was going to be.

I was wrong.

“Ignatius, go home.”

I chuckle. She’s cute, I’ll give her that. “I’m not asking again.” I round the corner of the Charger the department supplied her with while her car is otherwise indisposed.

She backs away in the opposite direction, eyes flashing at me. “If you come near me, I swear to God…”

That really makes me laugh. “You’ll what?” I ask, and it only succeeds in pissing her off more. I’ve got to admit, I kind of like her mad. I kind of like her wild. I kind of like her ready to fight me. I wonder how she’d react to the filthy ideas in my head of exactly what I’d like to do to her when she’s just like this.

“What’s so funny?” she snaps.

“You are, cheri.” I can’t contain my smirk.

Her nostrils flare as a flush explodes on her cheeks. “What exactly do you find humorous?” She continues to circle the car, and I continue to follow her, thoroughly enjoying this little game we’re playing.

We’re in the parking lot of the precinct. I came to get her when I knew she’d be getting off. She’s not leaving my sight. I’m one phone call away from calling into the firehouse and taking an indefinite leave of absence. Honestly, I don’t trust a soul, and I especially don’t trust anyone to watch over Dominique. The fucker followed her to my house, so as far as I’m concerned, that makes her my responsibility.

My steps widen as I close the distance between us. “I think it’s cute that you actually believe you have a choice in all of this.” I reach across the car and almost get her wrist locked in my grip.

She squeals and takes off running, and fuck me, my dick is so hard, it could saw a hole through my pants right now. One, two, three long strides and I’ve got her with an arm like an iron band around her waist. She lets out a shrill shriek and thrashes in my grip.

I clamp a hand over her mouth and grind my erection against her firm ass. She freezes with her body pressed against mine. I press my lips against her ear and breathe in her scent. It’s intoxicating, that and the feel of her curves against my hardness is almost enough to push me over to losing all sense of proprietary. I whisper roughly with all the simmering need inside me, “I’m sure you can tell I’m rather enjoying this. We can do this all day if you’d like, but I can’t guarantee that I won’t bend you over the car right here and fuck you like I own you, mon cheri. The choice is yours.” I feel her quick intake of breath and a slight tremor ripples through her body as her eyes cut sideways to peer at me. “Now that I have you where I want you, I’m going to take my hand from your mouth, you’re going to behave, and you’re going to listen. We don’t need the boys in uniform getting any wrong ideas.”

Her chest is rising and falling with her rapid breathing and her eyes are wide. She gives me a slight nod, and son-of-a-bitch, I think she presses her ass into my hard-on.

“Don’t tempt me, Dominique,” I growl, and I swear to Christ I feel her grin against my palm.

Slowly, I lower my hand and loosen my grip around her waist. I don’t let her go because I’m not sure she wouldn’t take off running, probably to test me to see if I’d make good on my threat. I’m sure she doesn’t realize it’s a promise, one I’d actually like to fulfill.

“Are you going to behave?”

She draws in a long breath. “Are you going to be a barbarian?”

“Yes, Dominique, I am,” I whisper in her ear. “I think you like it.” I tighten my grip again. My eyes drop to her mouth as she drags her lower lip between her teeth. Yes, indeed she does like the primitive barbarian. He quite likes her too. “Now get in the car.” I grin as I open the passenger door for her to slide her sweet ass in. She glares at me as she folds herself onto the seat, but her eyes glint with mischief. The kind of mischief that asks to get her ass spanked.

As I circle the front of the car and get in the driver’s side, I visualize my handprint on her ass cheek. Fuck, this is going to be harder than I thought. After I slam the door closed and arrange my hard-on so it doesn’t feel like it’s going to snap in half, I turn to face Dominique. “Just so you know, if you keep fucking with me, you’re going to pay for it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

A sly grin tugs at the corners of her mouth as her gaze drops to the uncomfortable bulge in my pants. “Do you think you scare me, Mr. Beauchamp?”

As I pull out of the police department’s parking lot, I reply, “My intention is not to scare you, Miss Chavelle. It’s to prepare you of what’s to come.”

“And what might that be?”

I turn to face her. “You coming very hard, and very often.” I watch as her mouth drops open in shock. I face forward again. “There may or may not be some pussy slaps involved, and fair warning, I will be playing with your ass.” I flip the switch for the turning signal. “Now tell me where we’re going so we can leave and I can take you back to my house, tie you to the bed, and feast on your cunt until you pass out.”

I think I actually hear her mouth clamp shut after she picks it up from the floor. “Ignatius Beauchamp, you are the dirtiest talking man I have ever met.”

I tilt my head back as a laugh bursts from my chest. “That may very well be true, Miss Chavelle, but there wasn’t anything I said that will not guarantee your utmost satisfaction.” And getting you off gets me off.

She shakes her head slowly, and I swear there’s a dare in the surprised cool blue of her eyes. “You’re mighty sure of yourself,” she goads me.

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