“Mad at the world.”
Her lips purse in empathy. “Tell ‘em I’ve got a dead body and a thousand potential witnesses. I could definitely use his skills right about now.”
What? Dario, the psycho I mistook for a pubescent having a temper tantrum, is affiliated with the police? Are they paternal or fraternal twins? How much do they resemble each other?
My brain pops to another subject. I’m a little emotionally challenged. How did Dario pass a psych evaluation? For a second, I feel bad for him. I’ve yet to speak with him face-to-face. I wonder, who was Dario before the accident?
“Peachy, can we talk. Just you and me? Ms. Jones has had an overwhelming day. Like I was telling Antonio, she—”
Detective Peachy smiles at me, extending her hand in a firm shake. “Ms. Jones, I won’t hold you up, or Mr. Alvarez, for that matter.”
Plastering on a friendly smile, I note how Dominic has stopped claiming me. Peachy asks us the same questions the rookie cop had and jots it in a tiny notebook. Ten minutes later, they chat about old times while we head to the exit.
I stop at the top of the steps where Antonio had offered me hope and shitted on it seconds later by calling me a stalker. Hell, the truth hurt.
Peachy pulls Dominic to the side, her voice carrying slightly. Again, she mentions Dario and uses praiseworthy terms. Apparently, Dominic’s brother was a computer genius for the police department. The eyes and ears of the special teams’ operation. It sounds scary to allocate such power to someone who falls out like a toddler. Damn, and I haven’t even met the guy in person.
I’m tempted to pull out my cellphone to commission a ride when Dominic plants a firm hand at my lower back.
I raise my chin. “My home is farther than yours from here. I’ll get an Uber.”
“I’m already pissed off, LeAnna.” A muscle twitches in his jaw as he escorts me to his ride.
“Don’t call me that.” My eyes blaze. He checks my fingers and toes then slams the door. He glares face forward when he gets in. With the shriek of his tires, he backs up and bullies his way into traffic.
“Take it easy,” I murmur. “Also, must I remind you that you haven’t the slightest right to call me that name. You’re the attorney. My legal name is Aria Jones. Put some respect on my name.”
“How about this, chula? You don’t get to accuse me of shattering the lives of innocent women without concrete evidence.”
Dominic cusses in a low rumble beneath his breath, mentioning his law firm and the empire he built.
“You went to the police! Why?” His fist starts for the steering wheel but stops short. “Why, por favor!”
“You—”
“Me?” He roars. “No, you! All of this is you, Aria!”
“You bought me breakfast, and Yasiel took a photo of my license plate. That was creepy. The last straw!”
He grips my thigh. “You’re so fucking innocent. First, it’s I’m screwing a woman at a restaurant, which terrifies you.”
“Yes!” I turn toward the door and jiggle the handle. “Let me out, Dominic. Why did you pass the entrance?”
“Then it’s breakfast and butterflies. Rich, Aria. That’s rich.”
My bottom lip trembles inconsolably. I hug myself. “Why are you parking?”
“Nothing closer.”
“Well, I could’ve jumped as you slowly drove by.”
He shakes his head, and I make out some of his words.
“I’m not illogical. You’re driving like an asshole! Why park?”
“Callate la—”
“Tell me to shut up again, Dominic.” My index finger is inches from his nose when he swats it down. “You’ll wish I never stalked you.”
Dominic removes the keys from the ignition, gesturing for me to continue. “Keep talking then, chula!”
“I will—”
His fingers grip harshly at my thigh. “Come here, mami. Shut your fucking mouth. Unless it’s an apology, I don’t wanna hear it!”
In Spanish, he promises how I’ll choke his dick all the way down. I unbuckle and climb into his lap, my quivering lips pulling together in defiance.
His hands hang across the back of my neck, thumbs pressing at my throat. “You attempted to ruin my fucking life, Aria.”
“Listen, I’ve already apologized! And you had a PI check me out, Dominic, to use whatever he found against me. Screw you.”
“Shut your mouth! I didn’t say you could speak.”
I open my mouth to defy him when his thumbs exploit more of the exposure of my neck.
“Fuck yeah, I had ammunition. Did I shoot without provocation? No! You tried to ruin me over mariposas, Aria. But do you want to know what you succeeded at?” His tongue drags over my earlobe then his teeth sink in. So far, Dominic offered pain then pleasure, eradicating it all. But not this time.
I gasp. The pain pulsates. I’m not dying.
“You got in my head, LeAnna. Made me want you so fucking bad. I hurt. Now, you will.”
He unzips his pants and fists his cock out. Saliva pools in my mouth. I gulp it back down. Dominic covers my hands with his, sliding them down the taut skin of his chest and abdomen. His head falls back as he curls my fingers around him, his own controlling mine.
The edges of Dominic’s lips curve into a cocky smile. “You play so innocent while stroking my dick.”
My fingers roam up and down his smooth shaft. I lick my lips, glancing around us. The tinted windows hardly conceal us, and it’s not dark yet.
Dominic slides my fingers where my tongue begs to roam freely. “Use that mouth for good for once, chula.”
“Fuck you,” I growl low at his insult.
Dominic hisses as my hands move away from his glorious manhood. The self-assured bastard zips the seat back. I go to my knees before him. The length of him is at my chin before I can gobble him down.
A fist clamps in my hair, and his dick is punching the depth of my throat. I’d tasted him before. But I hadn’t drunk him down. The steady hold Dominic has on me warns how my curiosity and belly will be satiated now.
Terrified and eager, I get off to the sound of my slurping on his cock. My hand finds its way into my tight spandex pants.
Dominic tugs my hair then tugs my hand away from my sex. “I’ve been giving you everything you need, Aria. Me first.”
I stare into his dreamy eyes. He denies me the measly penetration of my fingers. Damn, he’s angry. I issue a few desperate Kegels. Vigorous in my sucking, I toss him harder down my throat, matching Dominic’s tugs.
His thighs tighten beneath me. My hair follicles tingle as his fingers glide instead of pull at my strands. A beastly grunt comes deep from Dominic’s abdomen as he erupts. I fill up on Dominic’s seed as he sits like a king in front of me.
Chapter Forty
El Santo
“Kill me,” Angelica’s supplications float across her trembling lips. An acrid scent assaults my nose as I settle next to her on the ground. At the sound of scurrying, my jaw flexes.
“Kill—”
Fisting my knife against my forearm, it stops at her throat. “Por favor, Angelica.”
The begging stops. In the momentary silence, I slam my head back onto the concrete.