Case File 91

Case File Name:
No Sleep.

♤Chapter Ninety-One♤

Somehow the short nap I took in the car earlier gave me the energy to stay up nearly half the night.

Tazmin and I ended up spending a couple of hours on the yacht, soaking in the city skyline and the calm water that rushed around the boat.

Which lasted until almost two in the morning.

The man driving the yacht didn't even seem to mind either—he drove us around the waters of Miami for a while.

At least until I began growing insane.

But only from Tazmin's soft caresses up and down my side—or how she played the waistband of my jeans from time to time.

It made my stomach grow in fucking knots.

And the car ride home only made it so much fucking worse.

Especially with Tazmin caressing and kneading her fingertips into my upper thigh.

I know she knew what she was doing.

I also knew that she assumed she would have her way first.

When that's far from the case.

"Milena," Tazmin laughed as soon as I grabbed her hand and tugged her into my body.

We had only made it two steps into the house—Tazmin barely even got the door closed before I tugged her into an impatient kiss.

"I want you right now," I murmured against her lips as we naturally backed further into the house.

"And I want you baby," Tazmin said, sliding her hands down to my ass that she gently squeezed.

I reached for her waistband, "Me first," I whispered against her lips, subtly unbuttoning her pants before unzipping them, "My way right?" I clarified, pulling back slightly to meet her dark eyes.

Which stared down at me with nothing but pure fucking desire.

"Always your way Mil," Tazmin emphasized, her dark eyes glancing down to my lips.

Before she firmly grabbed my neck and pulled me into her for a kiss.

Which was much deeper than last time—especially with our tongues naturally tangling together.

"Show me what you got baby," Tazmin murmured against my lips, naturally making me smirk.

I pulled away from our shared kiss, "Careful what you wish for," I murmured, grabbing her hand to impatiently pull her off to the kitchen.

And I swear I had her pinned against one of the counters in a matter of seconds—grabbing the hem of her shirt and tugging it over her head.

Which immediately revealed her toned stomach that I naturally scratched my short nails down, leaning in her ear to whisper—

"I'm about to devour every fucking inch of you."

And before Tazmin could say anything in response, I pulled away from her to walk over to the fridge, grabbing the bottle of caramel syrup.

The sticky residue from the syrup meant I would get to shower with her too.

Tazmin raised a brow, "I like this," she murmured, reaching for the hem of my shirt and tugging it over my head.

Which left me in my white lacy bra.

"You like it baby?" I whispered so delicately as I opened the bottle of caramel syrup.

Tazmin hummed almost wordlessly, watching as I suddenly squeezed a line of the caramel syrup across her collarbone.

Until I leaned down to glide my tongue across her soft skin, licking every trace of the sweetness up.

As soon as it was gone, I poured more of the sweet syrup—but this time down the side of her neck.

And as I licked it up, I made sure to purposely suck and nip at her tender skin.

"Fuck Milena," Tazmin suddenly breathed out as I roughly grabbed her neck and forced her head back.

"Mine," I murmured, now drawing an M with the caramel syrup before licking it away—teasingly tracing my tongue to spell the letter against her neck.

And suddenly I felt infatuated with drawing my initial on her—so much so that I drew another M right in the center of her chest to carefully lick away.

Until I trailed lower and lower—dripping the caramel syrup down her bare stomach to lick away.

Until I was drawing an M right by her naval.

And this time I made sure to take my time licking it away, staring up so innocently at her as I remained on my knees.

"Milena," Tazmin breathed out, her voice tight with frustration.

"Tell me what you want baby," I murmured, trailing soft kisses across her lower stomach.

Until a sudden gasp fell from my lips, feeling Tazmin jerk my head back by my dark hair.

But only to guide me down lower.

"Show me how much you missed me, Milena," Tazmin said, her voice lowered and so fucking raspy.

I swear I was already tugging her jeans and underwear down before she even had the words out of her mouth—feeling much more impatient than her.

My tongue naturally sunk down to her entrance, sliding right past the warm wetness that awaited me.

All I wanted to do was taste her and savor every drop.

Tazmin finishing is designated for round two.

Which is something I've given a lot of fucking thought to.

"Milena," Tazmin moaned in frustration, naturally trying to guide me up to her clit.

But I only grabbed her hand at the back of my head—and pinned it to her side as I continued sliding my tongue in and out of her.

Which drenched my tongue so perfectly—I swear there wasn't a better taste than this.

"Fuck," Tazmin breathed out, naturally leaning away from me.

Which only made me smirk as I gripped her hips in place with my other hand.

"I thought we don't run baby?" I purposely asked her, recalling the time she had told me not to run from her touch.

"Not when you're fucking teasing me Milena," Tazmin clarified, which earned a firm nod from me—suddenly pulling back from her core.

"I can stop then," I mumbled innocently, letting go of her wrist and hips as I stood to my feet.

Which aligned my eyes with Tazmin's—and to say she was giving me the most distasteful look would be an understatement.

"Get back on your knees Milena," Tazmin said as I eagerly licked my lips before I went to unbutton my own jeans.

Which I had down within seconds.

And as I reached for my bra, I never once glanced away from Tazmin's dark eyes.

Even if her stare naturally broke away from mine, glancing down as soon as my white lacy bra fell to the floor.

Which naturally made me smirk—watching as she glanced down to my underwear that I reached for next.

And once the lacy material was off and I was entirely naked in front of her, I decided to walk past her.

"Meet me in the shower beautiful," I said over my shoulder, leaving my girlfriend speechlessly silent in the kitchen.

And it wasn't hard to feel her burning stare follow my bare body out of the kitchen.

Luckily, I managed to get on the elevator before she had a chance to catch up—let alone process my actions.

Which gave me enough time to slip into her closet, opening a specific drawer that held the one thing I desperately wanted to use on her.

I focused on turning the shower on first—allowing it to gather with steam as I secured the strap on my body. 

And considering Tazmin was taking the elevator up to meet me—the timing couldn't be more perfect.

The shower was perfectly gathered with steam and the lights were dimmed—which I hoped meant I would surprise Tazmin for once.

"Milena," I heard Tazmin say, her raspy voice echoing throughout the bathroom.

Which made my stomach grow with excited knots, "I'm waiting for you baby," I said, deciding to briefly lean my head under the hot water to wet my dark hair.

Until I naturally glanced over to the shower entrance —immediately noticing Tazmin's presence.

And I swear I wanted to eye her entire fucking body—to soak in what was mine.

But I couldn't...

Not with the reaction I rightfully captured from her.

"Someone's been starved," Tazmin said, eyeing my body as she walked closer to me.

"Very starved—for weeks on fucking end," I clarified as I reached for her hand.

But instead of pulling her into me—I guided her under the hot shower entirely.

"Now I get to show you how much I truly missed you baby," I murmured, pulling her back from the shower.

And pinning her to one of the cold shower walls.

"Show me then beautiful," Tazmin said, sliding her hands past my waist and down to my ass that she squeezed, "You know I'm always ready for you."

I hummed at her naturally attractive words, guiding her legs further apart before reaching down to the strap.

And as I aligned it with her wet entrance—Tazmin's dark eyes never once wavered from mine.

If anything she gripped me closer to her.

Especially when I slowly began sliding the strap into her.

And as soon as her beautiful moans echoed around me, my eyes naturally fluttered closed in bliss—nuzzling into her neck as I slowly slid out of her.

But only to slide in with force, which easily made Tazmin's short nails dig into my hip—moaning so loudly for me as I naturally slid back out.

"Milena—fuck," Tazmin breathed out as soon as I thrusted back into her.

"Say my name again," I whispered in her ear, speeding up my pace entirely.

Which made my girlfriend dig her nails even deeper into my soft skin, "Milena," she forced out between moans, easily satisfying me.

"Good girl," I said, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her neck as I slowed my pace back down.

Tazmin moaned even deeper when I tugged her hips away from the wall, forcing her to arch even deeper into me.

Which naturally made my name fall from her lips again—numerous times actually.

"You're right there baby," I murmured, feeling her body tense perfectly against me.

So I reached one of my hands down—and began rubbing her clit for her.

"Milena," Tazmin moaned, gripping me tighter into her as she fell into her orgasm entirely.

Which immediately made me pull back from her neck—soaking in the full sight of her coming undone.

Which was so fucking beautiful.

It was the way her brows furrowed and her chest rose up with each breath—submitting entirely to me and everything I drew out of her.

Until she slowly relaxed back against the cold shower wall, leaving us both satisfied.

Especially as I carefully slid the strap out of her and took it off, but only to lick up the mess I made of her.

Which my girlfriend naturally watched me do, eyeing me with nothing but need and desire.

And I knew I only had a few more moments until she would flip this all back around.

"You're so perfect, Tazmin," I murmured, wrapping my mouth around the tip of the strap to suck the remnants of her off.

"You've had your way baby," Tazmin said, eyeing my tongue that began eagerly licking up the strap.

Which she snatched from my hand and flipped our positions.

"Now it's time I show you how much I missed you," Tazmin said as she held the strap under the hot flowing water, cleaning it off before she began putting it on.

I raised a brow, "You know how I like it," I murmured, watching as she secured it on.

Tazmin hummed, "Oh I do," she said, now reaching for my hand.

But only to guide us out of the shower completely, which naturally made my brows furrow.

"We practiced this position earlier baby," Tazmin murmured as she guided me over to the sink.

That she bent me over—just like she did before we left for the fair.

And we didn't bother to care about the floors we dripped water onto—or even the cold air that seemed to soothe our burning bodies. 

I whined as soon as she teased my entrance with the tip, already feeling so achingly wet from pleasuring my girlfriend.

"You're always so ready for me baby," Tazmin murmured, nudging my legs further apart as she grabbed the back of my neck to hold in place.

"Fuck," I breathed out, feeling my eyes roll shut as she slid so deeply into me—holding my hips in place with her other hand.

I whimpered as soon as she slid her hand to the front of my neck—guiding my head up to meet her dark eyes.

"I like seeing your beautiful face baby," Tazmin said, her words so perfectly raspy and soft with me.

Which naturally made me arch deeper into her touch, moaning so uncontrollably as she fucked me even harder.

Each stroke made us rock back and forth together, especially when I began angling my hips back to meet her halfway with each one.

"There you go baby," Tazmin murmured, her dark eyes glancing away from my heavy eyes to watch the strap slide in and out of me, "I love you so fucking much, Milena."

I nodded almost repeatedly, "I..." I trailed off, moaning even deeper as soon as she slid into me even deeper, curving so perfectly into my spot, "I love you so much too—oh my god Tazmin," I breathed out between moans.

"You're doing so good for me Mil," Tazmin praised me, watching as my body tensed up entirely.

And as I fell deeper into my orgasm, my entire body trembled—especially as Tazmin rubbed my neck in reassurance.

"My perfect girl," Tazmin said as I spiraled deeper into my orgasm, moaning even louder for her.

Until I suddenly grew limp across the sink, letting out a bunch of small breaths as I came back down from my high.

It was a glowing feeling that clung to me—or clung to us, resuming our shower once Tazmin carefully slid out of me and took the strap off.

Our shower was filled with the scent of shea butter and soft kisses we exchanged in between washing each other.

"You're just so beautiful baby," I said, eyeing her perfect body as I helped rinse the suds off of her soft skin.

"Thank you Mil," Tazmin murmured, wrapping her arms around my waist to hug me so tightly.

"I love you so much," I said, sighing contently as I settled in her arms.

Tazmin pressed a soft kiss to my temple, "Words couldn't begin to describe," she whispered, drawing her hands up my bare back to hold me closer.

Which deepened our hug that we inevitably stayed in for a few more unmeasured moments.

Until we were stepping out of the shower together into the steamy bathroom—carefully drying each other off and rubbing Palmer's lotion into each other's soft skin.

Soon we had on fluffy white robes—brushing each other's hair before we focused on skin care.

Which I naturally did for both of us.

I even oiled Tazmin's hair with the necessary products.

Until we eventually began brushing our teeth and later preparing for bed.

At least once Tazmin grabbed us bottles of water from downstairs—along with our phones that had died on the yacht earlier.

But charged phones were the last of our concerns when all we needed was each other.

"I want this every day until the end of time," I said, settling deeper into the bed as Tazmin slid in beside me.

Our waters were now on the nightstand along with both of our phones that Tazmin previously plugged in for us.

I swear she insists on doing everything for me.

"I want that too baby," Tazmin said as she naturally ran her arms around my body and pulled me into her.

Until she groaned in annoyance, hearing one of our phones ringing.

"I liked it better when they were off," she mumbled, nuzzling even closer to me, which naturally made me settle further in her warm arms.

Until something clicked in my head.

It's three in the morning.

Who could be calling either of us at this time?

"Tazmin," I said, sitting up from her arms as anxious knots burned in my lower stomach.

Which naturally made my girlfriend lay up with me, "What is it?" she asked, eyeing my face entirely.

"It's three in the morning," I pointed out, reaching across her to grab our phones from the nightstand.

"Oh fuck," Tazmin whispered, realizing the point I had made.

Which was proven correct when I noticed only one of our phones was lined with hundreds of missed calls and texts.

And my heart immediately raced when I noticed it was not only Tazmin's phone—but the notifications came from Roman.

"Tazmin," I whispered, feeling tears unconsciously burn in my eyes, "Something's not right."

And my sudden words immediately concerned my girlfriend—who gently grabbed the phone from my hand, visibly processing the numerous calls and messages.

I drew in a few deep breaths, sniffling as I watched her read over one of the texts.

And even as Tazmin began caressing my back to help calm me down—I somehow could only spiral worse.

The message she was reading looked really fucking long.

"So Roman messaged me from a secure line and..." Tazmin trailed off, lowering her phone to meet my stare, "He said the hospital records linked to me have been leaked."

I blinked a few times, "What does that mean?" I whispered, feeling tears burn in my eyes as I processed Tazmin's serious expression.

This definitely isn't fucking good.

"I donate all organs from any of our dead bodies to the hospital baby," Tazmin explained to me, which was kinder than what most gang leaders would do.

But the fact that this was leaked meant that Tazmin is definitely facing charges.

I read that contract with the FBI from front to fucking back—and Tazmin's side of the agreement was to keep her business tied up.

Otherwise, the FBI can't vouch for her.

"It was Gia's hospital," Tazmin suddenly sighed in realization, briefly rubbing her temples, "It was always her hospital that I helped and—"

"We're going to figure this out," I quickly assured her, gently grabbing her hands.

But Tazmin only shook her head, letting out a stressful sigh, "This is hundreds of murders Milena—there is no figuring this out," she tried to explain to me.

Which naturally made my breathing grow shallow, letting go of her hands to stressfully run my fingers through my damp hair.

"No there can be a fall guy—we can get a fall guy Tazmin," I quickly said as I tried to fight away the tears in my eyes, "It has to be okay."

Tazmin only remained silent for a moment, resting her face in her hands as she drew in and let out a series of deep breaths.

Which naturally concerned me, realizing if she was truly worried about this then there's no way out.

"Tazmin," I whispered, gently running my hand up her arm to knead her suddenly tense shoulder, "We'll figure something out—I'll help you," I quickly assured her.

But she still remained quiet, only focusing on her breathing as I slid behind her to naturally massage her shoulders.

It was exactly three minutes of silence—I counted every drawn-out second in my head.

Until eventually Tazmin lifted her head from her hands and said—

"I want you to listen to me closely Milena."

I immediately nodded, "Of course—I'll do anything you need," I quickly assured her, sliding over to sit back beside her.

Tazmin nodded, her dark eyes not once glancing away from mine, "This is set in stone—the records were leaked and there's no denying that they're tied to me," she explained, which earned a few nods from me.

Even if more tears blurred my vision and spilled onto my cheek.

Which Tazmin reached up to gently wipe away before I had a chance.

"I just—I can't lose you again, I just got you back," I forced out in a whisper, drawing in a deeper breath to hold back the tears that desperately wanted to grow in my eyes.

Because I couldn't cry uncontrollably right now, not when Tazmin needed me to be strong.

"Milena," Tazmin softly whispered, looking so deeply into my eyes, "I want you to cry—I want you to be so fucking upset over this okay? Don't push any of it away."

I nodded a few times, feeling tears burn in my eyes as I crawled into her lap—wrapping my arms and legs around her body to hug her like the world was quite literally ending.

Because it technically is.

Technically, our world is ending.

Gia managed to destroy it all in one fell swoop.

"I-I'm going to fight for this—I'll fight for you," I forced out as I pulled back to meet her dark eyes, "I can go to court and—"

"You can't represent me, Mil," Tazmin gently cut me short, carefully wiping my stray tears away, "It's going to be high profile and you're a conflict of interest."

I let out a long sigh, shaking my head a few times as I reached up to wipe more of my uncontrollable tears that never seemed to stop coming.

And I knew Tazmin was right—about it all actually.

Ivanna would let me represent Tazmin, but then there's the prosecution and the judge.

I'll never be allowed in that courtroom as her lawyer.

"We need to do the second best thing," Tazmin suddenly said, gently running her hands up my back to hold me closer.

I immediately nodded, "Anything," I whispered, staring down so deeply into her eyes.

"We need to get married," Tazmin whispered, her dark eyes never wavering from mine, "And today at that—they'll be finished looking through the evidence by the evening and I don't want you dragged into all of this."

I nodded a few times, knowing as her wife I wouldn't be forced to testify.

"Let's get married then," I whispered, which immediately made Tazmin's lips twitch up into a smile.

But it was less genuine and more forced.

Which naturally made more tears grow in my eyes.

Especially when her dark eyes grew glossy—staring at me so fucking deeply.

I could suddenly see a smaller child-like version of her, and it ripped me to fucking shreds—wanting nothing but to protect her.

"I got you always okay?" I whispered, gently wiping the tears that slipped from her dark eyes, "Always Tazmin," I emphasized, earning a few nods from my girlfriend as she leaned into my neck, hugging me so tightly to her body.

"I just hate that we're getting married under these circumstances baby," Tazmin whispered so weakly, nuzzling her face deeper into my neck.

"We'll make the best of it," I quickly assured her, sniffling a few times as I held her tighter for reassurance, "We can start planning it all now and have the wedding by the evening," I suddenly determined.

Tazmin nodded a few times with a deep sigh, "We can gather everyone up—maybe even do a beach wedding since it's easier than a venue," she offered.

I smiled at the idea, "That sounds perfect baby," I whispered, holding the back of her head as we leaned deeper into the shared hug.

Which we inevitably remained in for a few moments, basking in the last few moments of peace around us.

Because we both know that once we pull away from this hug, we'll be back to reality.

Where we have a wedding to plan in less than a few hours—on no sleep and full anxiety.

All day this dark cloud will hang over us—knowing what waits for us at the end of it all.

But I'll make today count for us.

This will be our best day yet—it has to be.