Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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The door to the interrogation room barely shut behind me before Dean was jumping down my throat, the sound of his voices and the chains around his wrists and ankles echoing in the air. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Got arrested. Thanks, by the way." I moved across the cold and empty room to sit next to him. Across from us, a mirror was built into the wall where people on the other side watched and listened to everything.
"What's with the robe? Are you okay?" Dean asked, eyes skimming over me.
"I'm good. Hell of a lot better now that I got to see you in chains. Good look, by the way." I undid the tie of my robe, opening it enough to show him my lingerie clad body. "Didn't have time to change."
Dean shifted in his seat. "Cover yourself, Ria." He tied the robe around me. "Jeez. Trying the flash the whole precinct?"
"What? A couple cops already got a little too close. But don't worry, you're the only one allowed to touch." I patted his cheek.
Dean rolled his eyes. "What happened?"
I shifted closer, keeping my voice low and leaning toward him. "I told them what happened," I said, eyes staring into his. "In exchange, they let me see you. I can be stubborn."
"Don't I fucking know it." Dean tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "If I had known you had this waiting for me, I wouldn't have gotten arrested, baby doll."
"Call me that again and I'll rip your balls off." I pulled a photo from my pocket, sliding it into his hand. "In case you get sent off to prison. Something to keep you company until I get us conjugal visits."
Dean glanced down, flipping the small picture around. A smirk tugged at his lips. "You think we'd have time to mess around a little before they pulled you out of here?"
"Well, seeing as you barely last ten seconds, sure." I nodded, grinning at him.
"Fuck you, Red." Dean brought his lips to mine. For a moment, I was worried because something about this felt different. Like he was trying to memorize the way I felt beneath his touch. Then his lips moved to my ear. "No matter what happens, you get out of here, okay? Don't worry about anything. If Sam comes to get you, go with him."
I pulled back enough to meet his eyes. "What are you talking about? You're getting out of here."
"Hey, look at me." Dean's hand brushed along my throat, but he glanced at the mirror and decided against it. "It'll be fine."
Taking the chain that connected his handcuffs to the table in my hand, I tugged, drawing him forward. "Just so you know, if they weren't going to rip us apart the second you touch me, I'd let you fuck me right now."
