Page 62 of Chemistry: The Chemist

“Revolting.”

“I don’t want any probl?—”

“Trust me, there won’t be any problems I can’t solve.”

“Ch–”

Sharp eyes cut Eden with precision, quieting her instantly. That was the reason my name was to remain a secret. That was the reason she hadn’t deserved to know it.

“Get out of the chair and walk your pretty ass out of the door. If I have to tell you more than once, I promise this man’s casket will be a closed one.”

There wasn’t resistance. Not even hesitation. She’d learned from experience I meant every word I said.

“Okay,” she replied, hands in the air.

She dropped them shortly after, pushing herself back by the edge of the table. She was wearing another black dress, this one with long sleeves to battle the unpredictable March weather.

That ponytail swung from one side to the other as she pranced across the floor as if she didn’t have a care in the world. It wasn’t until she was out of the door that I lowered my gun.

Pew!

The silencer quieted the release of my bullet, but the pain of the injury made it useless. Like a wolf, Eden’s date bellowed.

Next time it won’t be the little head, I thought, making my way out of the door behind Eden.

When I arrived, she was standing next to my car in the parking lot. Liquid courage had her eyes glistening with lust.

I brushed past her, ready to get the fuck out of her face. Deciding between punishing her with my absence and fucking her right here in the open was too difficult of a task.

“Get in your car and go home, Eden.”

“Chem.” She purred like a kitten, gripping my forearm and pulling me toward her.

I didn’t resist. Couldn’t resist. She was unavoidable. She was my destination, no matter the circumstances. I was beginning to understand that. Understand us. Understand our dynamic.

My hand curled around her neck. Gently, I squeezed.

“I am not one for the games, Eden. Because I don’t lose. Get that through your skull.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, lips close enough to kiss. I refused.

“Not sorry enough.” I pushed off of the car, freeing her neck.

“Chem.” She pulled me back, again. Grabbing my hand and placing it around her neck.

“Stop fucking with my head. I’m not right up there,” I gritted, staring down and into her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated while busying her hands with my sweats.

I did nothing to stop her from freeing my throbbing dick. She massaged it, never breaking contact. Our orbs were trained on one another as she brought cum from my shit.

The kind that was frequent as a young nigga because you knew you were about to smash something sick. Eden fits the description. Not only was I pressed to be inside my pussy, but she was sickening. Her body. Her face. Her.

“I’m sorry.”

When her lips crashed into mine, I couldn’t resist any longer. I hoisted her in the air and brought her down on my dick. Heaven was just as I’d remembered it.

Fuck.

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