Page 44 of Condemned Soul

I reach down to turn on the lamp in the living room and almost jump out of my skin when the room lights up and I see him sitting on my couch.

“Tough day, Agent Consuela?” Jimmer Carson asks, with a huge fuck you grin on his face.

“What are you doing here?” I reach for my gun as he strokes two fingers across his bottom lip and laughs as if he’s made a bet with himself that it would be my reaction.

“Put ya gun away, sweetie, you know I’m not here to hurt ya.” He stands up and takes the wine from my hand, reading the label as if he’s judging my choice, then reaches for the glass and pours some into it.

“I figured we skipped the invitation stage when you decided to visit my club unannounced.” Placing the bottle back on the table he swishes the wine around the glass like some kind of connoisseur before he takes a sip.

“Mmm, the ripe grapes of California really do have an exotic taste.” He smiles sarcastically as he settles himself back onto my couch.

“If you came here to threaten me…”

“To threaten you?” He chuckles at me.

“Now, why would I wanna do that? You’re helpin’ me, right?” His frown suggests that he’s not entirely convinced.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing,” I remind him. Love it or hate it, Jimmer has to accept that I have the upper hand in this situation. For years the Souls have been on my department’s radar, this man and the men that follow him have always been one step ahead. If it wasn’t for Cliff Adams and his mistakes, I’ve no doubt they would still be getting away with it. Jimmer’s lucky to have me on the case, he’s just too stubborn to acknowledge that fact.

“See, you never did explain to me why you're so keen to do that. I find it hard to believe that you'd just put your whole career on the line for little ol’ me and my club. Something about that just don’t quite add up, Agent Consuela.”

“I have my reasons.” They’re not ones I’m prepared to go into right now, but they do exist.

“All these years I’ve been doin’ this, I’ve always relied on my instincts.” He leans forward to place the glass on the coffee table. “My instincts tell me I can trust you,” he confesses, looking up at me and making me breathe an unexpected sigh of relief.

“That’s because you can.” I take a step closer to him when I feel that pull between us start to tug. It’s been there since the first day we came face to face and I know damn well that he feels it too.

“You can trust me,” I promise him again when he offers no reaction.

“You better be sure of that,” he warns, causing me to shriek when he grabs my arm and holds it up behind my back, turning my body and forcing me up against the wall, cheek first.

“Maybe, I should help you out.” I feel his hand slide around my waist and delve into the front of my pants. “All work and no play makes Kathrine a very dull girl.” His voice rasps in my ear, and despite everything about this situation being wrong, his touch makes my stomach flip and my pussy dampen.

“I think you need a thrill, Miss Consuela.” His fingers skim between my pussy lips the way they did at the motel and send a heat rushing all over my body.

“I think…” He releases his grip on my arm and turns me around so I’m facing him again, then pressing his free hand against the wall behind me he cages me in. “…you need somethin’ a little different from the pathetic men you pick up in bars who let you dominate them. You need the Dirty Soul experience,” he whispers, brushing the tip of his nose up my cheek and making it impossible for me to take my next breath.

“Jimmer.” I whisper his name, hating that it sounds so weak.

“Ask me to fuck you into this wall, Agent Consuela. Forget, just for tonight that I’m bad and you're good and let me give your body what it’s been cravin’.” His lips are so close to mine that I can almost taste the wine on them.

This is a terrible idea, which is why I’m shocked when my head automatically nods and I drop all my defenses. Jimmer takes me with his mouth and I know just from the way he kisses me that I’m not going to regret my decision.

I push my pants off my hips as he unbuckles his belt, then taking out his cock he pulls it through his fist while he reaches into his pocket for a rubber and tears it open with his teeth.

I can’t believe I’m even contemplating this. I know how dangerous this man is. I’ve been gathering a profile on him for the past three years and now I’m about to pass a point of no return and put my body in his hands. He grazes his lip through his teeth as he closes the gap between us again, lifting me off my feet effortlessly so my legs can curl around his waist.

His thick, cock rests between us, and the desperation inside me is wound up to the point of pain. He’s so close but not quite where I need him, and it makes me fidget my hips against him to get what I want. His eyes are narrow and focused on me as he takes himself in his hand and lines his cock up with my entrance ready to take me.

“You're a needy little thing, Consuela,” he mocks me, but I’m too desperate to care, all I can focus on is him taking away the ache he’s caused.

“Just fuck me.” I cling on to him a little tighter and after he’s placed one of his hands back against the wall to use as leverage, I feel my mouth stretch wider as he slowly pushes inside me.

“You got yourself one hot, tight pussy, Agent,” he tells me as he starts to find a rhythm, his thrusts gradually getting faster as he slams into me over and over again. “You’ve been holdin’ out on me.”

My head is screaming at me that this is a bad idea, yet I can’t remember a time when I’ve felt more alive.

“You thought you were so smart comin’ to my clubhouse. You think you call all the shots.” He grabs my jaw and forces me to look at him. “I could crush you,” he warns. Holding himself still inside me so I feel myself pulsing around his cock.

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