My threat must’ve shaken him for a moment. There was no quick retort, as there had been before. “O’Dell, she was a very smart girl. I regret she had to die in order for this to come to a head.”
“Are you going to hide forever? Let’s end this, man to man.” His modus operandi told me he was super arrogant and wouldn’t turn down a direct challenge. “Don’t tell me you’re scared, Mike.”
“I’m not scared, Leo.” The voice was right behind me. I turned quickly to punch him but Evans had me. He caught my fist and smashed his own into me. I fell to the ground, my nose bleeding profusely. “With you dead and one last loose end cleaned up, I can start anew in another city. With a new name.”
I couldn’t let that happen. Even as disoriented as I was, I had to fight back. Fortunately, Evans was too much a showboat to take me as too big of a threat. He was busy, about to gloat some more of his impending victory. I might’ve been down, but I wasn’t out yet.
I swept my foot out and knocked him off balance. In the ensuing skirmish, my focus became clear again. I scrambled back to my feet and tried to get a shot off. Evans was just a bit faster. He shot me in the shoulder, and then proceeded to bash my head in with the handle of his gun. “You put up one hell of a fight,” he conceded. “Good night, Leo.”
* * *
My eyes began to open. How was it possible I was still alive? I was lying on a metal stair and above me was Evans. His eyes were bugging out of his head. I saw what he was looking at; there was a second, weaker-looking Evans, stumbling toward him. “Brother…” Those were the last words of the second Evans, as he fell dead in front of the one who attacked me. His cold eyes looked back up at the original Evans. It was a haunting and chilling scene.
“You bitch!” he screamed. He lifted his gun up, at Mona! Mona must’ve killed the other one. Knowing how quick a shot he was, I pushed through the pain and grabbed the Desert Eagle that he foolishly had sticking out of his pocket. He felt the motion but there was nothing he could do. He may have won round one, but I wasn’t going to lose this time.
The bullet entered his forehead and moments later, his body fell on top of the other Evans. The serial killers were dead. Mona, and the city of Orlando, were safe.
Perez and Mindy—no, Rachel, I reminded myself—could also rest in peace.
The blood loss caught up with me. “Leo! Leo!” I heard Mona scream. As much as I wanted to answer her, as critical as I was, the only person I was going to be talking to was my God on the other side. I smiled at Mona’s lovely face as the world went black.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Excerpt from Under His Hands by Mona Hyatt:
Just the sound of his breath soothed me and chased away my demons. His discipline grounded me and kept me sane. I was his and he was mine.
Leo was in the hospital overnight; despite the men in suits giving me the fish-eye, I refused to leave his side.
Thankfully Leo woke up and told the gorillas to leave me alone. He insisted he would be fine but I couldn’t help fussing; besides, if I focused on Leo I wouldn’t have to think about the fact that I’d killed a man or all of the women who had died.
Picturing those dolls with their rheumy gray eyes would haunt my dreams for the rest of my life.
He watched me as the nurse helped him into his clothes. “Are you okay?”
I laughed. “Here you are with a black eye, a split lip, and a hole in your shoulder and you’re asking if I’m okay?” I tried to ignore the edge of hysteria I heard in my own voice.
Once she’d helped ease the shirt over his bandage, Leo looked at the nurse. “Could you excuse us? I think we can manage the rest.”
The woman left the room and Leo opened his arms. I flew into them like a homing pigeon and burst into tears.
I cried over the abject terror of the last two days, first almost becoming the victim of a serial killer then thinking I’d lost Leo. I cried for the poor women who had ended up as part of a macabre doll collection. Finally I cried because I’d killed a man crazier than anyone could imagine… I cried for the taking of his life and for whatever horrors from his childhood that had made him the way he was.
I didn’t cry for Evans; he’d been evil rather than crazy so I could find no pity in my heart for him. Leo held me through my storm of tears and I felt truly safe for the first time since I’d opened the door to Evans yesterday.
Once the storm had passed, Leo wiped my face with a Kleenex and smiled down at me. “Ready to go home?”
“Yes, please,” I said, eager for a shower and my own bed. A bed I hoped Leo would share with me.
* * *
When I came out of the bathroom wearing a long gown, Leo was lying in my bed with the covers tucked around his waist. He raised an eyebrow at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Our first rule is that you never wear clothes in our bed,” he said firmly.
“Oh, really?” I asked with a hint of challenge.
Leo grinned. “Do you need a spanking, little girl?”
All the blasé defiance left me in a rush as I looked at him. “Yes, please.” Suddenly I needed to feel his firm hand slapping my bare bottom so much it was actually a physical ache.
“Come here,” Leo said softly, holding out his left hand. I realized I was going over his lap backwards from normal so he didn’t have to use his right hand.
“Your shoulder,” I said hesitantly, suddenly feeling selfish for having forgotten.
“Will be fine,” he said firmly. “Now strip and get that sweet little ass over my lap.”
I stripped the gown and panties from my body, leaving them where they fell before crawling into position.
I looked at him over my shoulder. “Make me forget everything but you.”
Leo answered with the palm of his hand clapping down hard on my right sit spot. When his hand landed just as hard in the exact same spot I yelped. “Owww! Not so hard!”
“Who is in charge of your pleasure and your pain?” he asked as his hand fell nine more times in the exact same spot.
“You are,” I wailed as tears began to well up in my eyes. By the time Leo moved to my left butt cheek I was sure the imprint of his hard palm was tattooed permanently on my right sit spot.
I lost count of how many times his hand fell but by the time he finished I was sobbing quietly and he helped me up to straddle him.
Leo fit the head of his cock to my wet heat and I slid down until I was impaled to the hilt, both of us groaning at the intensity of our joining. He felt so good stretching me wide, my inner walls clinging tightly to his cock.
Leo caught my chin in his hand and turned my face to him till my eyes met his. “Ride me,” he commanded with a sharp slap to my already hot and tender ass.
The combination of the heat in my bottom, his hard cock pulsing inside me, and his hand slapping my ass was almost enough to send me over the edge but I wanted Leo to go over with me.
I began to slide up and down on his cock to the rhythm of his spanking. Soon I was writhing in pleasure, grinding down hard with his pelvis against my clit and every swat of his hand driving me closer to the edge.
“Now!” he growled and I shattered around him; his hands came down to grab my sore bottom as he rammed into me hard and fast, shooting me from one orgasm straight into another.
With a shout Leo lunged into me one final time and I felt the hot jets of his seed bathing my inner walls.
I collapsed against him with a sigh of pleasure. I loved this man. “Did you hurt your shoulder?” I asked sleepily.
Leo laughed. “A little but it was worth it.”
We lay down together and I drifted off to sleep wrapped in his arms.
* * *
“True love is eternal and burns with raging desires.” Leo Jackson
As we laid there in bed, I knew I’d found the one for me. It had cost me a lot, friends and other loved ones, but here and now, I was happy. As Mona rested against me, I pushed her hair back from her forehead. She was beaut
iful asleep. As sleep began to overtake me, the nightmares of the China Doll killer were over. I could rest easy, knowing we were both safe and secure—in each other’s arms.
Epilogue
“Under Leo’s Hands” by Mona Hyatt
This title seems so much more fitting. I hope my publisher loves it!
I shivered as my new husband pressed the head of his cock into my tight ass. “Leo… so big…” I cried out as the head seemed to stretch my small hole wide. I whimpered as he began to work his way in, even though he’d been preparing my untried ass with plugs for several weeks.
“You can take me, baby. Open and press back,” he ordered with a slap to my already tender bottom.
I did as he commanded and bore down as I pressed back, a long hissing gasp escaping me as he sank deep inside me. Nerve endings I didn’t even know existed came to life as he pressed inexorably forward.
Pain and pleasure intertwined so exquisitely I wasn’t sure what I felt as sensation overwhelmed me. I shivered as he took my virgin ass, reveling in his possession. This act felt so primal, even more dominant than our normal lovemaking. I felt owned… like I was completely his.
“What happens to naughty little girls who don’t mind their husbands?” Leo asked as he finally thrust inside me to the hilt, his balls resting against my ass.
“They take it up the ass,” I whimpered as he began to move relentlessly, giving me no quarter.
I found I wanted none as frissons of pleasure ran up and down my spine and up into the base of my skull.
“Harder!” I cried, unable to stop myself as I slammed back to meet every hard thrust.
Leo’s knowing fingers ran down my stomach and slid into my mound to pinch my aching clit and I exploded.
My ass clamped down hard on his cock pulling him with me into the vortex of pleasure. His own hoarse cry joined mine as he pounded into me one last time.
I lay in a limp heap, waiting while my master, my mate rose from the bed and came back with a warm cloth to clean me before joining me in the bed and enveloping my body with his own.
It had been six months since he’d caught and killed the China Doll killers; actually I’d killed one of them but that’s a moot point. With their deaths, Leo was promoted to the head of the Orlando field office, which meant he got to stay with me. Not that either of us minded…
Leo and I had of course stayed together and built on what we’d discovered between us. He actually rarely punished me for real unless I deliberately bratted or he sensed I needed the release a sound spanking and a good cry would give me.
The bedroom was another story. The bedroom was Leo’s domain; in that room he ruled completely and I reveled in it.
Leo had fulfilled my darkest fantasies and added a few of his own. Let me tell you, there’s nothing hotter than playing Suspect Interrogation in the bedroom. I could still feel the handcuffs wrapping around my wrists. We were a perfect match… he was the yin to my yang.
Now if I could just get my FBI husband to let me read some cases. What good was having an FBI agent for a husband if he wouldn’t give me story fodder?
I turned over, pressing my breasts against him as I trailed a finger up his chest. “Could I come to the office with you tomorrow?”
He heaved a longsuffering sigh. “No, Mona.”
“Please?” I used my best wheedling tone.
“No. You are not poking this pretty little nose where it doesn’t belong, young lady,” he said sternly as he ran a finger down the nose in question.
I pouted.
“Mona? Am I understood?” The question was asked with a prominently raised brow and I knew he wasn’t playing.
I heaved the sigh this time. “Yes, Master.”
Leo laughed and slapped my ass. “Brat.”
I looked up at him with a grin. “Dick.”
He rolled me to my back, looming over me. “That’s Special Agent Dick to you,” he said before pressing a demanding kiss to my lips.
I smiled as I surrendered to my husband’s gentle persuasion, knowing I was safe and sound under Leo’s hands.
The End
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