Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
After she turned on some music—‘Already knew,’ by Ro James XIX—she went to spritz some Victoria Secret, ‘Very Sexy Orchid Eau de Parfum,’ behind her ears. At that moment, her doorbell rang.
She practically raced to the door, desperate for his touch, needing to look into his storm-cloud gray eyes that bequeathed her wellbeing with a mere glance. Needing to be held in his big, strapping arms. Needing to feel his fortress of a body all over her. Desiring his soft lips delivering a rough kiss to every inch of her body…
She snatched open the door and his eyes raked her as if she were hot coals…
Does he know?!
He burst into the apartment, tossed his overnight bag onto the floor, slammed the door and locked it, and picked her up in his arms, spinning her around as he flattened her lips in a searing kiss. The smoldering flame in his eyes startled her for it was unrelenting, even in the midst of his lavish affections.
“I hope you don’t have on any panties under that lingerie… I’m just gonna rip ’em off.”
The pit of her stomach tingled with desire as he cradled her close, walking her back to her bedroom with slow but steady steps. Each step he took made her jostle in his grasp. He was a big giant, his body like steel against her silky skin.
Laying her horizontally across her bed, he stood before her and began unbuttoning his black dress shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. She sat up, hurriedly removed her robe and tossed it aside, then gathered the soft fabric of her gown and discarded that, too. A lurch of excitement surged within her when he was fully undressed. Hovering over her body, he stood with his pecs jumping and his necklace swinging—an onyx canine tooth hanging from a black and silver rope chain.
He dropped on all fours, boxing her in from all sides. She was in a beautiful prison cell—the ceiling, his face, and the bars, his arms and legs. She felt like his favorite prey, and prayed that tonight she’d get licked and sticked. Taught a firm, hard lesson.
In awe, she looked up at one of God’s most supreme creations, her heart pitter pattering within her and her pussy already seasoned to perfection with anticipatory juices. She reached up and stroked his hard jaw. His short black beard felt good against her fingertips. He leaned into her touch like a wounded animal in need of love and attention. For a split second, he was meek and mild. For a split second, he was vulnerable. He took her hand, kissed the inside of her palm, then flattened her against the bed, pressing all of his weight against her body. A rush of heat from his harsh breathing bathed the side of her neck as Ro James belted, ‘Take It All.’
“You smell so good, baby.” A deep inhale. A loud exhale. “Why’s your heart beatin’ so fast?” He fashioned the words around a deep chuckle as he ran his hand along her bare breasts.
A flash of the shower… the gun on the fucker’s hip… the hellish look in his icy blue demonic eyes. Her eyes, straining in the semi darkness of the shower room… her pistol pointing to an adversary’s skull… the drops of water getting louder as they splashed onto the tiled floor… the shower spigot trickling. Plip and plop. The rain… the RAIN… A storm of misery… I hate the rain… MORE FUCKING WATER.
Water was trauma… wetness… drowning in the past… generational curses wrapped tightly around abusive men who lied, gaslit, beat, raped and occasionally tried to kill their women… A triggered reminder of what was and what would be… a black Sunday for a harsh baptism…
Tighten the fuck up, girl. Get yo’ shit together. Don’t tell him right now! She was thinking the words, but could hear them being said in her mother’s voice. I’d risk him being sent to prison for killin’ someone if I say it now. I’d lose him. He won’t be able to stand it! You know this man so well, don’t risk it. You know how he operates. He has to think this through and if he flies off the handle tonight, the plan will be null and void.
I don’t care how much therapy and introspection Lennox has had. Lennox is STILL a WILDE. It’s in his blood to be a terror out in these streets. Wilde men are ruthless. These men go off! And his family has the money to cover their dirty tracks. No, you be quiet and hold it close to your heart. I’m going to tell him, just not this second. Wait until a little time has passed—don’t cooler heads usually prevail?
She shook the thoughts from her mind and wrapped herself around her man.
“My heart is beating fast because I’m just happy to see you is all, so glad that you’re here.” It wasn’t a lie—she was truly happy he was there, with her. More than he would ever know.