...When in Hell

by N. Tetterton

  “If you’re calling me ma’am then you obviously don’t know me very well.”

  “We just want to ask you a couple of questions.” I eyeball him. “To confirm your husband’s story.”

  “I’m sure you already have enough people there to confirm his story.” I tell them, smirking.

  “We do, but…”

  “Look… I know my rights. I don’t have to talk to you. You can either arrest me and charge me, but you better have a damn good reason because you know my lawyer will eat you alive if you don’t, or—” he cuts me off.

  “We’ll let you talk with him afterwards.” I stop my combative nature when he says this and I contemplate.

  “You’ll let me see him, privately. I will be able to touch him. All I have to do is come down to the station for you to ask questions?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ll drive myself.” I look at them before they nod their heads, and I walk back to my car.

  ❖

  Sitting in the dark, I stare at myself in the window's reflection. It’s raining and I can’t help but think that it’s fitting for today… for right now. Thinking over the last few weeks since Luce has been arrested.

  My life has always been hell. I never knew comfort and peace. Ironically, until Luce. He tipped my world upside down. At some point, I decided that when in hell one might as well do as the demons do. Might as well make the devil fall in love with you. Rule hell together. Watch everything burn around you as you sit in bliss.

  Even if that bliss isn’t what most people would find comfort in.

  I hear the door open and the thoughts from the last few days come through my mind.

  After I went back to the station with the detective, he tried to make me answer questions about Luce that he couldn’t force me to. I had already consulted with our lawyer who told me I had spousal rights; it wasn’t a ploy Luce fed me after all.

  And he was right, at some point he would be arrested; however, he’s looking at maybe a year in prison, because everything else that they’re trying to get him on they can’t prove. He’s too smart to be caught in a RICO case.

  I told Detective Kincaid to go fuck himself… in a more eloquent way, of course.

  “Mrs. De Santis, you need to tell us where he was”

  “That’s where you’re wrong, Kincaid. I don’t need to tell you anything, because that’s my husband and I have certain rights. I’m not required to testify against him. So, regardless of whatever I say here, it can't be used. Good luck trying to prove anything else. You arrested him with an unregistered weapon, which is the only thing that will hold any weight.” I pause as he takes in all of what I’m saying. “Now, let me see my husband.” I glare at him before he laughs, shaking his head.

  “Now you have to hold up your end of the bargain.”

  “I did. You asked me to come down so you can ask questions. I don’t have to answer them. Now take me to see my husband.”

  The footsteps come into the house as I wait.

  Luce smirks at me as he walks into the room and seeing him in the jumpsuit makes me shake my head. Although it somehow turns me on. His eyes light up as he looks at me before they turn, and he looks as if he wants to consume every inch of me. “Wife.” He calls to me in almost a predatory tone.

  The uniformed officer goes to turn and leave before I stop him. “Uncuff him.” I demand of him.

  “Not happening.” Kincaid calls from the door. Staring him down, he shifts uncomfortably. “Uh, cuff him to the table.” He finally meets halfway before I move around the table, looking down to Luce as the guard removes the cuff from one of his hands, moving it to the bar on the table.

  “We’ve worked with less.” Luce’s voice is gravely that it instantly causes my core to tighten. Pushing myself up onto the cold metal service, I look at the detective before I glance up to the cameras. He nods to the uniformed officer, then he unplugs the cord from the camera.

  Honestly, though, I wouldn’t give a shit if it recorded the entire thing.

  When the door closes, Luce looks up at me and lets out a low growl as I place my feet on each side of his legs. Tucking them under him so they won’t fall to the ground. “Come here.” The growl continues before I slide off of the table onto his lap. I can feel his cock pressing up through the thin fabric.

  I already know how wet I am just by seeing him in here, in his prison jumpsuit.

  “How is everything?” He asks as his lips trail kisses down my neck. His tongue licks over the scars, causing a small moan to escape from me.

  “Shut up, we’ll talk about all of that in a second.” I whimper into his ear, “Right now, I just need to feel you inside of me.”

  Reaching down, his fingers trail the inside of my thigh until the brush against my clit instantly causes my body to react. “FUCK.” He groans into my ear then because he is slightly more serious. Gripping onto my hair, because he can’t reach anymore of me with his hand that’s cuffed to the table, he pulls my head back staring at me. “You came in here not wearing any panties.” He rumbles and I can see the animalistic, territorial side taking over.

  “No,” I shake my head. “I took them off right before you walked in.” A slow smirk spreads on his lips as I look past him to where the two-way mirror is and sigh. “Someone could watch us.” I nod, looking straight back at the mirror.

  He laughs loudly as he calmly states. “Fucking let them.” Standing up and laying me out of the table, he slams himself inside of me as I moan out. “Goddamn, I have missed having you wrapped around me.” He slams into me a second time just as hard and I whimper out as I feel him completely fill me. Moaning and arching my back slightly up , as with one hand, he pulls the top of my dress down and bites hard onto one of my nipples.

  Our groans echo through the room and I no longer even think twice about someone possibly watching us. Pushing against my body with his hips again, he laughs as the table slides across the room with each thrust. Lifting me up and off the table, he turns, there’s screeching against the floor as the table moves with us, and I feel my back roughly pressed against the wall. I smile, knowing we’ll be leaving a permanent mark in this room. .

  Moving his hand until he is gripping my throat, and he pounds into me. Holding me against the wall by only the hand on my throat and the force of his hips. Before I feel myself about to break, I feel as if I’m about to shatter into a million little pieces. I’m not sure if it’s the orgasm or if it’s simply feeling the emotions that I am. He rocks against me harder, his pelvis rubbing against my clit before I explode seconds after he does.

  Stilling, he doesn’t slide out of me, just continues to fill me. “Just wait till I get home, Little Girl. I’m going to fuck you like that every chance I get until you’re begging me to stop.”

  “I would never.” He laughs at my response.

  When the door opens, the uniformed officer steps into the room, but he can’t make eye contact with either of us. Apparently, he saw our entire show.

  “They’re going to make you leave?” Luce actually sounds sad when he asks it and I nod my head before he slips out of me and attempts to situate himself. Pulling my dress down, he smiles at me.

  “Hurry.” Kincaid says, still not making eye contact with either of us either. Luce smirks at me as he reaches out, grabbing a hold of my arm and pulling me back to him, pressing his mouth to mine and demanding the most passionate kiss.

  Pulling back, he reaches up, placing his hand on my cheek. “Take care of yourself.” He seems like he’s begging me to do it.

  Reaching up, wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him down to me. It looks like just a hug that any couple would share but when my mouth reaches his ear, as I whisper, “Baby, I’m taking care of everything.”

  “Everything?” He asks as I pull away.

  ‘Everything’ I mouth back to him and his face fills with a proud smile.

  “I love you.” He tells me and I smile back at him.
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  “I love you, too.” I lean up to my toes and place one last kiss on him before I hear Kincaid clearing his throat and I turn around to walk away.

  As I make my way to the door of the station, I hear footsteps behind me. “That was quite a show.” Kincaid says next to me. “I mean, it gives me ideas for other deals we can work out.”

  I stop in my tracks, look over to him and smirk, “Go fuck yourself.”

  I don’t let the emotions take me over until I make it all the way home.

  Okay, so maybe I didn’t tell him to go fuck himself in a more eloquent way.

  Now, the knob to the room that I’m sitting in turns and I feel the excitement rolling up inside of me.

  “Mrs. De Santis.” I hear it come from the door as I smirk.

  “Detective Kincaid.”

  “You come to take me up on working out some more deals?”

  “You better watch yourself talking like that.” I warn him.

  “Why? Will it piss your husband off? Will he try to come after me when he gets out.” He laughs out until Blaine and Gunner are standing behind him, shoving him to the ground.

  His face causes me to laugh as I stand up and start walking towards him. I’m sure if I wasn’t wearing the 4 inch heeled thigh-high boots, I wouldn’t feel so much taller than he is. Blaine shoves him over forcing him to fall onto all fours, and I use my boot to step down on his hand causing a silent yet pained expression to fall to his face. “Kincaid, I understand that you’re new here. So I’ll give you this warning.” I pause, looking down at him as I press down a little harder with my foot. Gunner forces his head up to look at me. “We run this city.” I laugh slightly. “We’re going to leave you this time, unscathed.” I can see the visible disappointment on my men’s faces when I say so.

  “I’ll have you arrested.” I laugh out as I nod.

  “Go ahead.” He stares at me, confused. “Put me in a courtroom in front of a jury. Do you think anyone will believe that I threatened you?” He glares at me. Looking back down to him, I squat so that I’m at his eye level. “Oh, and you don’t need to worry about my husband coming after you because you speak to me again like that, and I’ll fucking kill you myself.” I pause grabbing onto his face and pulling him closer to me. “Do not fuck with me.” Raising my voice to a different octave and tapping into a different tone altogether before I finish my statement. “‘Kay?”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I grew up outside of Savannah, GA, writing stories. What started out as a way to get away from reality turned into a passion. When I was 21, I started taking writing more seriously, I started spending hours working on stories.

  Life had other ideas for me. After I went through a divorce, met my now husband, and received a Bachelor’s degree (thanks to finally getting the diagnosis of ADHD), I am back at it again. Everything else that I have ever tried to do just didn’t feel right. I can’t stay away from it for too long.

  because it is simply apart of who I am.