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“Because he deserved to die,” Leslie states blatantly.
“Leslie, I appreciate how both of us feel in this situation. But the judge may not agree,” I point out.
Jim stands and straightens his tie. “Maybe not. Or maybe he has a daughter or granddaughter and just maybe the thought of something so terrible happening to them at the hands of a sick man will make him think. But we need to go now. We’re meeting the prosecutor in an hour.”
After they leave, Co
Again, no words.
He wants me to follow him.
He leads me upstairs and undresses me slowly, kissing me softly. I don’t want to think about the trial or prison or assholes that hurt i
He undresses and climbs on the bed, seating himself upward, his back against the headboard. “Come here, beautiful,” he orders me.
I crawl on the bed toward him, then straddle his lap, relishing the rush that runs through me when his erection slides against my wetness. Cupping my cheek, he slides his hand down my body, squeezing my breast and grazing my nipple with his thumb. I trace the curves of his muscles, wanting to touch every inch of his exquisite body. Our gazes are locked, the conversation flowing between us.
I want you, I say.
You’re my everything, he tells me.
He’s a master of sex. I’ve decided this. He knows taking his time, torturing me until I’m about to combust with want for him makes it that much more intense. By the time he finally lets me sheathe him inside me, I can think of nothing but him, us, this.
I ride him slowly, but I come quickly when he places his thumb on my clit. We never look away from each other and when I feel his body tense, feel him nearing his release, I do my best to memorize every single detail of this moment. I want to lock it away inside of me because there may come a time, very soon, that we will be forced to part ways; a time where I’m forced to let him go and move on with his life. If I’m convicted and sentenced, I now understand I could go to prison for up to eleven years. I would never ask him to wait that long for me, not after he’s just gotten out of prison himself and has barely had a chance to live again.
His hips thrust up, meeting me as I ride him faster, his hands gripping my hips. “Don’t,” he growls as he thrusts harder. “You’ll never lose, no matter what happens.”
His words, his expression, the way he knows me so well, send me flying high again and my orgasm breaks me into a million emotional pieces. When he finishes with a loud deep groan, I’m crying, again, but he sits up and crushes me to him, his hot breaths against my breast.
“You’re mine . . . and I’m never letting go.”
I hold onto him for dear life as I weep, not minding that I can barely breath because he’s holding me so tightly.
Co
And I’m about to lose it all.
“Guilty.”
Mrs. Jenson lets out a shriek of pained joy as my verdict is handed down.
The word hits me like a forceful wave, doing its best to knock me over. My gaze moves down to the table, Jim’s yellow tablet paper strewn across it with little notes he’d taken. I’m in such utter shock I can’t even muster up a reaction. The courtroom is buzzing with murmurs and chatting, but I can’t seem to move or think. I’m going to prison.
“Demi,” Co
The judge bangs his gavel several times. “Order,” he booms.
“Mr. Burgess, would your client prefer sentencing now or at a later date?”
Jim places a gentle hand on my shoulder in question. Not looking up from the table where my gaze is fixed, I nod my head yes.
“Mrs. Stevens,” the judge grumbles. Slowly, I lift my gaze to meet his stern one. Clearing his throat, he says, “I do not condone a person taking the law into her own hands. The evidence we’ve seen here today shows that Ned Jenson was killed by suffocation.”
“Murderer!” Mrs. Jenson shouts.
“Order,” the judge bellows as he bangs his gavel. “One more outburst and you will be removed from this courtroom.”
The judge, dragging this moment out by pouring himself a glass of water and taking a drink, has me about to come out of my skin. How long will I be in prison? What will happen to my house? What will happen to Co
“Is there anything you’d like to say before I hand down your sentencing, Mrs. Stevens?”
Turning my head back, looking to the judge, I nod yes. “I’m sorry,” I croak, my throat tight with emotion. “But not for killing him,” I admit. Then I turn to the courtroom and look directly at McKenzie. Her blonde hair is braided down the side hanging over her shoulder. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying. Our gazes lock and a tear streams down my face as I address her. “I’m sorry that I let that monster hurt someone I love. Someone so i
“You’re apologizing to her?” Mrs. Jenson shouts as she stands. She’s always been ski
“Bailiff, remove her from this courtroom!” The judge yells as he hammers his gavel.
“All he did was give those girls candy,” Mrs. Jenson moans through her sobs before she hums the handful of candy at me. The candy falls short, but the bailiff is quick to grab her before she manages to scoop another handful from her purse. As they drag her away, she continues to scream at me until they’ve dragged her through the doors and out of sight.
The room is loud with whispers and gasps until the judge declares he’ll clear the courtroom if there’s not order. McKenzie is sobbing, and Jeff stands wanting to take her out to the hall, but she shakes her head no, adamantly. “I’m staying.” Then looking at me, her face pained, mouths, “It wasn’t your fault. I love you.”
I nod once and look at Co
“Mrs. Stevens,” the judge calls. “Is there anything else you’d like to add?”
Turning back to face him, I take a deep breath. Closing my eyes, I say, “I’m ready for my sentencing.”
“God, you guys are so disgustingly cute,” Wendy quips as she enters the kitchen and tosses some mussed up saran wrap in the trash. “Co