Chapter Forty

Trinity

Days later, we were all still trying to wrap our heads around the fact that this could all be over soon. The District Attorney had managed to make the charges stick, and both the Captain and Chief had been indicted on all counts. There was even talk of more charges to come.

We learned yesterday that we’d be relocated back to the Chicago area for the trial. The U.S. Marshals thought it would be easier for us when we had to appear in court.

Even though the arrests had been made, they were still worried that the threat wasn’t completely gone. So, they decided we couldn’t go home yet. We were also given strict rules about visitors to the safe house, and the number of people allowed was kept to a minimum.

A U.S. Marshal would be on duty at the property twenty-four hours a day for the duration of the trial. After the trial, we’d have a better idea of what our future held. They made it clear that if they weren’t sure the corruption had ended and there were still vigilantes in the force, we might have to stay in Witness Protection permanently.

We were told we could be moved at any time in the next week, so we spent the rest of the day packing and making sure we only kept the essentials. The kids were having a hard time understanding what was happening, and we had to remind ourselves to be patient with them. It wasn’t their fault.

We spent the day at the beach, visiting our favorite spots one last time before we had to leave. The upside was that a full day in the sun made it easier to get the kids to bed that night.

After a long day in the sun, I went to bed not long after the kids. Stephen and I had been snapping at each other, so I left him, Clint, and Dave talking out back. I wanted to make sure I was getting enough sleep in case the call came, and Stephen had been testing my patience with his growing impatience.

I was woken up by a strong arm sliding across my stomach and up to my breast. I quickly realized it was Stephen, who had turned me over and was now sitting between my legs. His face was buried between my thighs, and his erection was trapped between his stomach and the mattress. His tongue reached out to lick me over my panties.

“Mmm, I like that,” I said. “But what’s gotten into you tonight, baby? Is this about our argument earlier?”

Stephen didn’t respond. Instead, he squeezed my breasts and rubbed my nipples while he licked me over my panties. Then, to my surprise, he ripped my panties off.

“Stephen,” I said, looking down at him. I knew that look in his eyes. He was needy, desperate.

He quickly buried his face back between my legs, speeding up and then slowing down, tormenting me. Whatever he was doing, it was working. My body tensed up, and I found myself gasping for breath. My thighs clenched around his head as I cried out.

“Oh, fuck! Stephen...I’m going to cum.”

My body spasmed and turned to one side, but he didn’t stop. He kept licking me, trying to wring out every last bit of pleasure as I coated his face.

“It’s too much,” I finally said, pushing his face away from me. He looked at me intensely for a moment, clearly not happy that I’d told him to stop. I knew it annoyed him when I said no, especially when he was like this, but I honestly couldn’t take any more.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me up so we were facing each other. He leaned into me and bit my collarbone hard.

“I want to fuck you from behind, now,” he said.

I didn’t waste any time. I got up and turned around, getting on all fours. I felt Stephen run his cock along my pussy, which was now soaked with my juices. I reached back and caressed his balls, then slowly dragged my hand up his shaft before guiding him into me. He slid all the way in, and I arched my back as pleasure washed over me.

“Daddy...ughhhhhhhhhh,” I moaned.

Stephen grabbed my hips and started moving in and out slowly, savoring every moment. His hands roamed over my body, and he started to speed up, groaning louder. I felt his cock harden even more as his balls tightened and slapped against me.

“Oh, God, Stephen,” I cried out when he spanked my ass. He did it again and again, clearly enjoying the sight.

“Fuck, do you know how sexy you look in this position?” he said, leaning over to bite my shoulder.

“Ugh,” I groaned.

“Those sexy fucking hips with that slender waist just above them,” he said, biting my neck and making me shiver. He leaned back up and thrust into me hard. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back so I was looking up at him.

“The muscles on your back standing out in sharp relief with every thrust I make up into you,” he said, thrusting into me again.

“Fuck, Stephen, please,” I begged.

“Tell me, Trinity,” he said.

“Please, baby,” I said.

“Tell me,” he said.

“Aw, God, I love it when you fuck me like the animal you are, Daddy,” I said.

Now he was fucking me as fast as he could. His hands slid over my hips and around to my stomach before he gripped me tighter and started thrusting harder and deeper.

I tried to look down, but Stephen pushed my head down into the mattress. My arm reached out above my head, trying to grab the headboard. Every time I moaned or squealed, he thrust harder.

I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew Stephen wasn’t far behind when he grabbed my throat and pulled my head back. He loved watching my eyes roll back as waves of pleasure coursed through my body. His other hand grabbed my hip, and he slammed into me at full speed, as if challenging my orgasm to hit me.

Stephen’s voice was a low growl in my ear. “Cum for me, baby. Squeeze my cock so Daddy can fill you full of his seed.”

And damn, did it hit me.

I started shaking, my body convulsing as Stephen held me tight against him. His cock seemed to grow even harder inside me, and I felt the first hot pulse of his cum deep within me. I buckled, causing him to crumple over me, but he managed to keep thrusting.

“Aghhhh... fuck... yes... baby,” Stephen groaned.

I lay there, Stephen’s weight pressing me into the bed, his cock still buried inside me. I didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep until I was jolted awake by the sound of Stephen’s phone ringing.

“Baby, wake up. Your phone,” I mumbled.

“Hmm... I don’t know where it is,” he mumbled back.

“Babe, get up so I can find it.”

He rolled off me, and I switched on the bedside lamp. I found Stephen’s phone just as it stopped ringing. I didn’t recognize the number, but before I could think about it, the phone started ringing again.

“Hello?” I answered.

“US Marshall’s office, ma’am. Is Mr. Stephen Gotti available, please?” a voice on the other end asked.

“Let me get my husband,” I replied.

I went back to the bed and shook Stephen awake. “US Marshall’s office, baby.”

“Stephen speaking,” he said into the phone.

I couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, so I waited anxiously for him to finish the call.

“Okay, thank you very much for the call,” he said before hanging up.

He put his phone on the table and rolled over in bed.

“Well?” I asked.

“Well, what?” he replied.

“Don’t play dumb with me. What did they say?”

He reached out and pulled me into his arms, hugging me tight and kissing my cheek.

“Just that we can expect to head home in the next twenty-four hours.”