Two Days Later.

"Move Kentrell." Saniyah chuckled, feeling his hands rubbing down her sides as she stood at her kitchen sink, washing dishes.

"Nah I'm good right hea'. You takin' too long." He stepped closer, leaving no space between the two, sliding his hand between her legs, and she grabbed it, laughing.

"You be pushing it, foreal." She mumbled, letting him kiss on her exposed shoulder as she rinsed a bowl off.

Kentrell had made her take the last two days off of work to take a physical-and mental-break for herself, and had been there with her the whole time.

She surprisingly wasn't hard on him at all, and they barely had spoke about the illegal things that he did. She didn't quite know what they were doing, nor how it would work, neither did she really care.

"Come on. Yo kitchen not even dirty foreal." He frowned, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

"Yes it is. What do you want?" She laughed, smiling as he left kisses against her skin.

"For you to come lay down so we can go to sleep." He mumbled, playing with the waistband of her tights.

Kentrell loved how comfortable she allowed herself to be with him, regardless of the things he'd done. She hadn't been uncomfortable the whole time, and didn't mind at all when he touched her.

Turning off her sink water, she grabbed her napkin roll, pulling a few off and drying her hands.

She turned around to face Kentrell, smiling once he picked her up, carrying her back to her room where they previously were.

He laid her down in the bed, climbing on top of her and pulling the covers over their bodies.

"Kentrell." She called his name, seeing his eyes closed as he laid on her chest.

"Hm?" He mumbled, already half asleep.

"Get up. It's not nap time." She linked her arms under his, pulling him up, and he smacked his lips, sitting all the way upright.

"Mane why every time, you don't let me lay on your titties? Do you hate me?" He frowned at her, and she laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Wait." She lifted up, reaching under her shirt to unclip her bra, pulled it off of her chest, then laid back down.

"Okay now you can." She grabbed his neck, pulling him towards her, and he bit his lip.

"Why you be grabbing on me like this? Huh?" His voice rasped, kissing her jaw, and she smiled.

"Why don't you ever grab me like this?" She retorted, and he smirked at her, making her laugh.

"Ian think I should so fast. You don't know my persona yet. You gone be scared and shit." He rubbed her sides underneath the large shirt she wore.

"Well don't show me. I don't wanna be afraid of you." She chuckled, her eyes closing as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Nah, nah, nah. You already asked for it." He shrugged, and she laughed, shrugging as well.

He lifted her shirt completely, revealing her boobs, his eyes locking on her brown colored nipples, and she grabbed the back of his head once he took one in his mouth.

His tongue swirled around her nipple, before trailing his kiss to her lips, sliding his tongue in her mouth. She grabbed his face, her eyes closing as the kiss deepened.

She released a soft moan once his hand brushed between her legs, and he grunted, his dick hard at attention in his pants as he roughly grabbed her neck.

"Don't fucking do that. You understand me?" He gritted, his face in front of hers as he tightened the grip on her neck.

She hummed in response, placing her hand over his that was around her neck, sliding it down her body until it rested between her legs.

"What you wan'? Fa' me ta' play with this pussy?" He chuckled, kissing her lips again, and she smiled into the kiss, holding his face.

"Please." She mumbled, sliding her tongue deep in his mouth, and he groaned, pressing his lower half against hers.

He reached between the two of them, sliding his hand in her shorts, rubbing her slit through her panties, and she lowly moaned, her closed eyes dazing.

His hand passed through her panties, his fingers sliding down her folds to rub his thumb against her clit that was kind of enclosed behind them.

Attempting to push his finger into her opening, she grabbed his wrist. She gasped, pulling away from the kiss and he watched her face frown up, uncomfortable with the new feeling.

"Mmm, you tight as fuck guh'." He grunted, taking her hand off of him and sliding his finger deeper, making her back arch from the pressure.

"Kentrell." She whimpered, a pout on her face as she looked up at him, and a satanic smile flashed across his face, pushing two more fingers in without warning, and she softly cried out, reaching to grab his hand again.

"Wait." He moved her hand, beginning to gently thrust his fingers to get her used to the length of them. She had did it to herself before, but his fingers were longer than hers.

Once she got comfortable, she began to moan, her legs wrapped around his waist as her stomach knotted up.

"Mm, you so pretty." He lowly groaned, grabbing her foot and placing her toes to his mouth, making her moan out.

"Fuck. I'm cumming." She whimpered, throwing her head back as he stimulated her clit while sucking her toes.

His tongue dragged down the arch of her foot, leaning soft wet kisses down her leg as he thrusted his fingers harder.

"Ask first." He smirked, purposely jabbing repeatedly at her spot, making her cry out.

She could hear her business phone ring, and she moaned, grabbing his hand.

"Nah. Answer the ph-move yo fucking hand." He popped her thigh, and she hissed, her back arching from the back.

"Kentrell move. Oh my god I-mm, fuckkk." She moaned, attempting to sit up, and he roughly grabbed her neck.

"Answer the fucking phone." He gritted, and she pouted, taking it out his hand.

"Kentrell I can't. Move." She whimpered, clenching her legs closed. She gasped once his hand slapped hard across her face, and she immediately began squirting.

"Fuck! Oh my goddd!" She cried out, her legs shaking as her cum shot out of her, creating a mess.

"Man you don't fucking listen. Answering that fucking phone Saniyah." He stood up from the bed, pulling his shirt from over his head as her cum leaked from her opening, her panties and shorts still on.

"Answer that fucking phone before I do you somethin'. Fucking answer it." He roughly grabbed her up by her neck, pulling her to sit up.

"Fuck." A soft cry escaped her lips, grabbing her phone from the bed as her legs continued to lightly vibrate.

She answered it, putting it to her ear, removing her gaze from Kentrell after he'd removed his sweats.

Grabbing her face, he turned it back to face him, looking down at her with a mean glare.

"Talk." He mouthed quietly, and she pouted, wiping her face.

"Rose, are you there?" Vincent's deep voice came through her line, and Kentrell frowned, not recognizing the voice.

"Y-yeah." She kind of stuttered, sitting up and removing Kentrell's hand from her face.

"We need you down here now, we have another case. The jet will be at the takeoff pad in twenty minutes. Get here." He spoke, before hanging up.

"Who the fuck is that?" His hand wrapped around her neck tightly, close to cutting her breathing off as his eyes darkened.

"Saniyah Rose don't fucking play with me. Who the fuck is calling that damn phone?" He gritted, his face in front of hers.

"Oh my god, shit. It's an agent, damnit Kentrell." She whimpered, grabbing his wrist.

"The fuck is you lyin' fa'? I know everybody at that fucking precinct. Matter fact-." He cut himself off, freeing his dick from his boxers and sliding in her mouth before she had a chance to react.

He forced his long shaft all the way down her throat, and she moaned around his length, gagging afterwards.

"The fuck you lying to me for? You think this shit a game Saniyah?" He grunted, his hips slamming hard against her face, fucking her mouth.

"Mhm, take daddy dick. You like to play and shit, huh? Ima fucking show you guh'. Ain't none of that." He smirked, shoving himself deeper, her nose against his pelvis with his entire dick in her throat.

Saniyah heavily gagged, choking around his length as he held her there, moaning as her throat contracted around him.

"Tell me that you sorry." He pulled himself out of her mouth before she could lose consciousness, and she gasped, attempting to catch her breath.

"Oh my god. I'm sorry. Fuck, I c-." He cut her off by sliding in her mouth again, thrusting his hips as his stomach tied up.

"I know you is. You look so pretty like this. You say you can't take this shit but you will. You taking all this dick Noni." He groaned, looked down at her as her eyes rolled back, moaning around his dick.

"Fuckkkkk!" He grunted hard, his nut immediately shooting down her throat once her fingers rubbed against his balls.

"Mmm, fuckkk." He moaned, letting her up and grabbing his dick that throbbed as she attempted to catch her breath.

"Oh my god I'm cumming." She cried, placing her hand between her legs, moaning as she began squirting once again.

"Fuck." She whimpered, clenching her legs shut, making another mess.

"Saniyah I didn't tell you to fucking do that. Fuck man." He grunted, grabbing her dresser to keep himself stable, his nut leaking into his hand to stop it from messing up her gray fur rug.

Both of them having orgasms, he calmed down first, looking up to see her crying to herself, her legs clenched shut, trying to stop the throbbing sensation she felt.

He walked over to her, pulling her up by her neck.

"I can't do no more. I have to go baby." She spoke softly, wiping her face.

"Open yo mouth." His voice rasped, and she did so, sticking her tongue out.

Placing his fingers to her mouth, she sucked his nut from them, her eyes locked on his as he pushed his fingers deeper.

"Good girl." He kissed the side of her face, and she sniffed once he removed his fingers from her mouth.

"Let me see guh'." He chuckled after she'd pushed his hands away from between her legs. She laid back, allowing him to pulled her messy shorts off of her, taking her panties off next.

He watched her milky white cum drag from her slit to the fabric after slowly pulling her panties off. The aroma between her legs filled his nose, and he groaned, his dick twitching.

He leaned down, dragging his tongue from her lower lips, upwards toward her clit, sucking her clean as she moaned.

"You taste so good." He mumbled, his thumb and pointer finger spreading her folds, sucking the cream from her opening, and she pushed his head back, her face in an overwhelmed frown.

"Kentrell I need to go. I don't wanna cum again." She pouted, tears falling from her eyes as he softly kissed her lips.

"Mm, you tired baby?" He wiped her face, and she nodded, closing her legs around him.

He reached between the two of them, rubbing his hard dick down her slit, and she bit her lip, looking down to watch.

"I wanna be inside this pretty pussy so bad." He mumbled, looking down at her as he tapped the tip of his dick on her clit.

She moaned, pushing him back, making him smile at how she lightly squirmed under his touch.

He stood up, picking her up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her head on his shoulder.

After taking a shower together, Saniyah got dressed in a rose pink pants suit, the matching Tory Burch sandals on her feet.

"Why you still frownin' fa'?" Kentrell laughed, his arms around her waist from behind as she did her hair in her bathroom mirror.

"Because I can't feel my legs. It isn't funny you asshole." She mumbled, and he smiled, fluffing her hair once she'd finished.

He passed her; her purse and phone, and she smiled in an appreciative manner.

"Ima be here when you come back okay?" He held her face, repeatedly kissing her lips, and she kissed him back, smiling as he sucked her bottom lip.

"No trouble." She told him, and he chuckled, nodding.

"No trouble, if you hurry up and come back. If I get bored, I don't know what to tell you." He shrugged, and she shook her head at him, kissing his cheek.

"Come back today. Before night time." He told her, and she nodded her head, smiling again once he kissed her forehead.

"And I'm not done handlin' you. I wanna know who called and fa' what. So hurry up." He grabbed her neck, and she chuckled, grabbing his hand.

"Okay Kentrell. Bye bye." She leaned up to kiss his cheek, and he gripped a handful of her ass, before letting her go.

Saniyah left her house, arriving at the launch pad within a few minutes, and once she was on the plane, she plopped down in a seat, sighing.

She looked out the window as it took off, drowning herself in her thoughts. She hadn't thought much about anything the last few days she'd spent with Kentrell.

And now that she was by herself again, she was finally able to sit and think about what she'd been doing.

Kentrell was way more calmer than he seemed over the phone or through his ruthless killings, which definitely surprised her.

She'd profiled him to be a narcissistic, aggressive man with erratic kid like behavior-which he definitely showed signs of, but not the way that she thought he would.

He wasn't narcissistic at all, the whole time he'd spent with her he'd made everything about her and barely said anything about himself.

He was kind of spoiled in a way, and felt as if all of her attention should be on him, but didn't too much worry when she'd do a business meeting on her computer or something.

He was very assertive, which she knew before even meeting him. The way his southern Louisiana drawl naturally demanded things, even simple things, and expected it to be done on his time. He was quick to get upset if it wasn't.

What she didn't know before meeting him, was how fast his moods changed. She was sure he had a behavioral disorder, she just didn't know which one, but he definitely showed signs of intermittent explosive disorder, and ADHD.

Though she'd only knew his physical being for two days, he was very open with who he was as far as his personality. Which was also surprising because she knew that he liked to torment others with the fact that they didn't know him, so they'd never be able to guess his next move since they couldn't predict his behavior.

She was just a bit disappointed in herself for befriending a criminal, someone she'd despised the absolute most, after she said she'd never do something like that.

She was very vulnerable in this moment, and her emotions were out on her body instead of being bottled up inside. Sometimes she just felt as if she was neglected.

She had literally one friend, and that was it. No one ever checked up on her, asked how she was feeling, if everything was okay, no one ever reassured her.

She knew that it was nobody's responsibility to, but she just wished someone would. And once Kentrell became that someone, she let her guard down because that was all that she'd wanted.

She wanted someone to reassure that everything would one day be okay, and that she wouldn't be lonely forever. The night of her first seeing him, he'd spent the entire time holding her while she cried.

He constantly let her know that it was okay, and that he was there for her, and that made her sad. How could the one person she hated the most, be there for her the way no one else had? And she didn't even have to ask, he did it himself.

She had begun to regret the way she'd treated him the past few months, but now sitting on the plane, she remembered how he'd killed numbers of innocent-as well as guilty-people.

Kentrell wasn't an ordinary serial killer. He was very sadistic and satanic, it definitely showed in his murder scenes. He was very erratic and organized with his behavior-but yet so organized at the same time.

He never left a mess-of DNA tracings, anyway-and made sure to call Saniyah after each killing and tell her what he'd did it for.

She was beginning to feel sick to her stomach knowing that she'd allowed him to touch her body with the same hands he decapitated a man's head with.

She looked down, now about to land after an hour of being on the plane, seeing that her phone was ringing.

She now had his real number saved to her phone, and she became nervous seeing his contact flashing across her screen.

She hit the green icon, putting her phone to her ear as she looked around the plane to make sure no one would be able to hear her.

"Why can't I find your signal Noni?" He asked, his voice soft with concern.

"I'm on a federal jet." She told him, and he hummed in response.

"For what and why can't I find no new cases in yo records? What are you working on?" He questioned, and she rose an eyebrow.

"Kentrell stop tracking me." She said, and he chuckled.

"No. Either you tell me, or I figure it out fa' myself and kill everybody on tha' team. You know that I will, so don't fuckin' play wit' me." His accent was laced heavily in his assertive tone, and she shook her head at him.

"Don't talk to me like that Kentrell. You haven't the last few days so don't start when I leave." She told him, a small frown on her face.

"Ummm, I'm not talking to you no way. You don't think I will?" He rhetorically asked as the jet landed.

"Kentrell, stop it please." She frowned, and the line went silent for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, and she ran her hand through her hair, shaking her head again.

"I have to go." She said, standing up from her seat with her purse in her hand.

"Okay. I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me baby." His voice was calmer now, soft again.

"I'm not. Bye bye Ken." She replied, before ending the call.

She couldn't even lie like that didn't slick piss her off. She didn't like the threats that he made when he didn't get his way, because nine times out of ten, he was telling the truth.

She could recall the time when his phone calls first begun, and around the fourth call she repeatedly declined it, until finally answering.

Once she did, he'd told her if she declined another call someone from the precinct would come up dead, and not thinking he was capable to do so, she declined his call again.

Not even 48 hours later, her partner at the time-Detective Gates-had came up missing. She hadn't heard from or about him ever since, and she knew his disappearance had something to do with Kentrell.

She really tried not to get on his bad side because he was maniacal and didn't care about consequences whatsoever. He felt like he was untouchable, in a way.

Walking out of the elevator of the Post Office, she tried to clear her thoughts so that she wasn't distracted with whatever Vincent needed her for.

"Hello Ms.Rose." A few of the technical analysts greeted her as she passed them, and she waved back, a small smile on her face.

"Rose." Vincent called, and she looked up, seeing him near the hall that led to where Dayvon was held.

She headed that way, approaching him within a few seconds, watching as he led her towards the impenetrable cage.

"What the fuck? Where is he?" She frowned, seeing that the cage was now empty.

"He never came back after the Chemist. After the situation happened, we traced a 6.2 billion dollar deposit to an account linked to one of his aliases, not even an hour after the Chemist was killed."

"He used the Chemist as a pawn. Yes, we stopped the bomb, but it benefited him as well. He took one of the largest EOD technicians off the market and took over his businesses. It was a two way win, which wasn't the deal." Vincent explained to her, showing her documents on a large iPad.

"Damnit. So by stopping the bomb and the chemist, we just made Dayvon bigger?" She asked, and he nodded, his eyebrows naturally furrowed.

"We need him back here. He left this number in your business email. Call it, get him down here." He told her, and she frowned.

"Y'all have access to my em-nevermind, duh. Oh my god." She rolled her eyes, pulling her phone from her pocket. He chuckled, patting her shoulder twice, before walking off towards his office.

Saniyah didn't ever check her business email. Everyone in the federal department had one, but the people who knew her, knew how to get in contact with her-and her business email wasn't the way.

"Wassup mama. You missed me?" Dayvon's voice came through her phone, answering on the first ring.

"Bennett you lied. We ended his business to stop the making of his bombs in general! You just took over and made it bigger. Why?" She frowned, her arm folded across her chest.

"Why not? You do know that he's the supplier for half of the military's atomic collection? I'm keeping business up baby. I'll send you some of the money if you want." He shrugged, chuckling afterwards.

"Dayvon you said that you would help lock fugitives up. Come back and help." She said, and a smile graced his face.

"Ok. Tell me that you miss me first and I'll be on the first flight out." He replied, and she frowned.

"Why would I lie like that?" She asked, and he chuckled.

"Because I love hearing you lie. Tell me. I'll be on my way to you soon as you do." He told her, and she heavily sighed, face palming herself.

"I miss you." She mumbled, and shortly after, she could hear him calling out orders to a few people.

"I miss you more pretty girl. I'm on my way. I'll be there at 6am. No late flights out right now so hold tight fa' me ma." His voice rasped, and she rolled her eyes.

"Hurry up Von."

I proposed a different plot idea to y'all today and everybody told me to kill myself and that they hated me so much. Sigh.

anyways, in the next chapter there will be like scene switches, like in movies? yk? so like when y'all see the fat white line the setting changes. ok? ok.