Making Love To My Beloved Wife

Instinctively she spread her legs. He did not answer the second time she called either. Chapter Twenty One: Whore’s Intent
Rich slowly made his way down the stairs. His head was pounding from the alcohol the night before. She turned to him, glaring coldly at him. He had dark black hair that was gelled back, a hooked nose, and dark eyes. She watched his hand, still resting on his holstered gun. “You can’t be loitering here. When the same suited officer returned, asking if she was now ready to cooperate, Angel swallowed hard. It was hard enough that she actually stumbled backwards. Angel wiped her face, rubbing the tears away. “I said look down, whore!” He grabbed for her, catching her by the wrist and throwing her forcefully to the floor. A flash of red and blue lights caught her eye. “Please don’t pretend like you know me or my situation, officer. When he shut the door behind her, she rested her head on the glass window, leaning forward on the plastic seat to not put pressure on her cuffed wrists.