Page 86 of Unholy Bonds

My body trembled as I gripped her hair. Growling, I thrust harder inside her beautiful mouth and exploded. She locked her eyes on mine, keeping me between her cherry, sinful lips until I was done.

She pulled away before pulling my boxers back up. She smelled like me. Mine. “I like you like this,” I said, wiping her chin with a smile, and she shook her head.

She licked her lips. “Oh, there’s one more thing. I’ll play this game according to my rules. Not yours. If it’s a problem, this is where you say NO.”

Was she fucking kidding? How would anyone say no after that?

“You know there’s no way I would say no,” I grumbled.

Grabbing her handbag from the floor, she pulled out a wet wipe, quickly cleaning her chin and lips before applying her blood-red lipstick again. “Do I look presentable?”

“No, you look like someone who just had their pussy licked.”

She shook her head, glaring at me.

“We must leave. We’ve hogged this elevator for a long time,” Yara said as she looked at herself in the mirror, her body liquid, flowing.

“Nobody is missing it,” I said with a shrug.

“So, the friend who owns this… is he you?”

“No,” I said with a smile. “His name’s Enzo. He’s one of the five partners of Onyx,” I said, pulling her closer to me. “I’ll take you home.”

“I came in my car,” she said, adjusting her skewed dress before she helped me with my shirt.

“Then you can drive me home. You already know where my house is, don’t you?” I asked with a grin.

“I do, but…” She laughed, and I felt like I could easily get lost in those eyes. I probably shouldn’t.

When the elevator opened, I didn’t miss a few looks thrown at us, but she didn’t look like she cared. Her head was raised—there was no shame in the way she walked out, no hesitation.

We walked to her car, and she drove me toward my house, her hand resting on my thigh, closer to my already erect cock.

Even the silence felt unencumbered. We were lost in our thoughts, and I didn’t feel like I had to fill the silence with meaningless words. It was perfect the way it was.

“Victor’s body was exhumed. Doctor Metha conducted another autopsy, and Detective Rosario said my report was perfect,” she said after a while, her eyes lost in thought. “If my report was ludicrous, then so was Doctor Metha’s.” The self-satisfied smugness on her face was too hard to miss. She was goading.

I was the one who asked for the second autopsy, but I didn’t want to tell her that. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her judgment. I just knew K.Y. Wolff did it.

“I’m still not changing my opinion,” I said.

“Well, that’s your prerogative, but I’m not changing my opinion either. A hundred other MEs could cut him into pieces and wouldn’t find anything I didn’t find.”

“Because Victor’s killer wanted it to be that way. I know it. She’s—”

Yara’s gaze sharpened. “You said it’s not Millicent Wark. So how do you know the perpetrator is a she?” she asked, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. “Why do you care so much about Victor? He wasn’t the kind of person anyone should advocate for,” she finally said with a frown.

“He’s not,” I said with a sigh. Her demeanor had changed, and I could feel the wave of coldness. “Let’s stop talking about Victor. You’re angry now.”

“I’m not angry,” she gritted out, but she was. I could see the storm slowly rising in her eyes. The golden gleam in his eyes was now a sharp glow. “Even if someone else killed him, I don’t care.”

“How could you not?” I asked, wondering where the lines of her morality existed. She wasn’t normal, but was her sense of normalcy as warped as mine?

“Because I believe that some people do not deserve to exist,” she said, her gaze unwavering on mine. It was as if she was trying to find some kind of truth from me, but my truths were too overwhelming even for someone as distorted as her.

“Can you believe that? You’re a doctor. You need to speak for the dead, even if the deceased is…”

“Even if the deceased is a rotten piece of waste, yes, and I will, but that doesn’t change my personal opinions. I’m not talking to you as Doctor Yara West.” She parked her car in front of my house. “Here we are.”

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