“I promise this is highly relevant,” Sophie said. “And, once I present this evidence, there will be no need for closing arguments or jury deliberation.”
Judge Moreno frowned. “You have my attention, Ms. Vercetti. You may proceed.”
“Your Honor—”
“Enough of your wounded pride act, Mr. Miller. I’ve already made my ruling.”
Man, the way Miller’s eyes bugged out of his head when the coroner wheeled in Marco’s corpse was just priceless. Moreno listened to Sophie’s explanation, slowly growing less incredulous as she went.
“In light of this new evidence,” Moreno sniffed in disgust, “this court finds no other recourse but to dismiss all charges against Indro Lastra.”
“Your Honor, you can’t do this.” DA Miller jabbed a finger my way. “He’s guilty! We all know he’s guilty!”
“My own personal feelings on the matter aside, Mr. Miller, the fact is you don’t have any evidence. Your lone eyewitness has been thoroughly discredited. He’s not even who you said he was.”
“I didn’t know that. The fact is, no matter who he said he was, he saw what he saw.”
“Mr. Miller, other than your highly dubious, very dead eyewitness, you have no case. No forensics, no murder weapon, nothing. The charges against Indro Lastra are hereby dismissed.”
She banged her gavel. “Mr. Lastra, you’re free to go. This time. Sooner or later the long arm of the law will find its way back to you.”
As the courtroom cleared, I scooted my chair back and sank down to one knee in front of Sophie.
“What are you doing? Isn’t that a new suit?”
Her eyes grew big as the moon when she saw me open the case. I’d sprung for a big rock set in gold.
“Sophie Vercetti, will you marry me?”
Sophie sighed. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I slipped the ring on her finger as Flavio applauded. DA Miller flopped into his chair and shook his head.
“Cursed,” he muttered. “I’m friggin’ cursed.”
Chapter Forty-Eight
Sophie
“You first, Mrs. Lastra.” Indro opened the door to his apartment and stood aside, waving me in as if he had magically turned into a Brioni-clad butler. The wicked grin on his face, though, told a different story.
“Mrs. Lastra?” I repeated, chuckling as I walked past him. “I agreed to marry you, Indro, not to become a side-kick character in your story. I’m not sure if taking your surname is on the table.”
Before I even knew what was happening, he had his hand on my waist. He spun me around with a quick motion, and pushed me back against the closed door. My back hit the wood with a solid thud, the impact sending a wave of anticipation all over my body. It was always fun whenever Indro got aggressive.
“Is this going to be our first marital spat?” Indro asked me, his grin widening. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes, one that always appeared whenever he was enjoying himself. “Maybe I’ll allow you to keep your surname, Sophie. But if you’re not taking my name… then what exactly will you be taking?”
“About that… I might have an idea,” I replied, reaching between his legs. His hard shape pressed against the palm of my hand, and I immediately wrapped my fingers around it, pushing the fabric of his expensive pants against his cock.
“I like the way you think.”
Mirroring me, he laid one hand on my knee and slid his fingers up. They dove under the hemline of my skirt, quickly finding their way to my inner thighs, and Indro flattened his palm against my underwear. No more than two seconds later, I was ready to go, my thong so drenched I couldn’t wait to take it off.
“Shut up, will ya?” I threw at him and, using my free hand, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “The time for words is over.” Reeling him in, I went on tiptoes and crushed my mouth against his, my tongue finding its way past his parted lips. Locked in a desperate embrace, kissing as if this was our last day on Earth, we stumbled across his apartment until we crashed on the couch.
The moment his back hit the cushions, I climbed on top of him with cat-like movements, placing my knees on either side of his thighs. As his hands hiked my skirt up, bunching it up around my waist, I pushed his jacket down his shoulders. Working fast, I unbuttoned his shirt, my knuckles brushing against his naked skin as I made my way down.
Once he was naked from the waist up, his shirt and jacket lying discarded on the floor, I pressed myself against him. With my legs spread wide, I felt his hard cock throbbing between my legs, eager to be let loose.
“Happy to see me?” I whispered, pulling his belt out.
“You have no idea.”
As I got rid of his pants, Indro kicked his shoes off. They clattered over the hardwood floor, leather on wood. I held my breath for a moment and then pushed forward, tugging his boxer briefs down and freeing his erection.
The moment I had his hard length in my hand, I didn’t hesitate. I started moving my fingers up and down his long inches, my eyes locked on Indro’s as I took in the expression of devilish lust that overtook him.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, tipping his head back as his eyes rolled in their orbits.
“That comes later,” I said with a chuckle, my fingers tightly wrapped around his cock as I slid down to the floor. I knelt between his legs, let my eyes wander up Indro’s chiseled body, and then ran my tongue over my lips.
I didn’t even think about what I was doing. I just closed my eyes and let instinct take the steering wheel. Leaning forward, I opened my mouth and let my tongue out, using it to close the distance to his hard flesh. I purred softly as I lapped at the tip of his cock, twirling my tongue around it, and then dove forward with a sudden motion.
I rolled my lips down his length, only
