Page 7 of Bodyguard My Heart

“Demetrius!” I called once again, attempting to pull him up from the couch. The disconnected gaze in his eyes told me he was about to trip.

“Nigga, this my crib—” Ashton didn’t get to finish his statement before Demetrius had his face slamming into the table.

“Meechie!” I screamed as Ashton yelped in pain.

“In the flesh.” He looked at me and then back at Ashton. “I ain’t trying to hurt you, lil nigga. I peeped yo’ page. I like that lil dancing shit you be doing. I need to holla at my wife, though. It’s our anniversary, and I’m just trying to spend some one-on-one time with her.”

I stared at Demetrius. My mouth was practically on the damn floor. This man was out of his mind.

“Here, take this for your trouble.” Demetrius pulled out two hundred-dollar bills and shoved them at Ashton. Embarrassment settled in as Ashton stared at me.

“Sorry,” I whispered. There was nothing left to say that wouldn’t have him on the news as an unidentified person. Ashton hopped up without another word and walked out of the house.

“Don’t come back until morning, nigga!” Demetrius shouted behind him.

“Was all that necessary? I liked him!” I shouted as soon as the dangling door shut.

“Yeah, and he likes a thousand other bitches. Have you seen that nigga comment section?”

There was nothing left for me to say. The sight of his smug ass sitting here like this was normal was pissing me off. Had I known six years ago this was where our arrangement would end up, I would have never brought him the idea. Standing, I looked around for my purse and keys.

“Where you going, Samara? Sit down!”

“Away from you,” I replied. “You can’t keep doing this, Demetrius! This shit is not normal!” I was pissed, and it went beyond this thing with Ashton.

“Stop making me do it, Samara. You’re my wife. Start fucking acting like it.” The seriousness in his voice made me stop moving and stare at him.

“Your fake wife, Demetrius. This was never supposed to be real. I hate we crossed that line and made it physical, but this can’t happen.” I pleaded with him to let me go. Demetrius stood from the couch and approached me, his size making me back up against the wall.

“You’re right. We were never supposed to be real. But you can’t tell me this doesn’t feel real, baby girl.” His hand ran up my thigh as his hard body pressed against mine.

“Move, Demetrius.” I placed my hand on his chest and attempted to put some space between us, but it was useless.Demetrius was over two hundred and eighty pounds. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Tell me you don’t feel it in your heart every time I make this pussy squirt.”

I was speechless as my juices leaked onto the seat of my pajamas. I hated the way my body had betrayed me for him. Demetrius’s scent sailed through my nose, lighting all my suppressed emotions. My eyes took him in. His tall, stocky build towered over me like a giant, chocolate teddy bear. The designer T-shirt he wore hugged his wide shoulders and muscled arms just right. It reminded me of all the times he’d held me in place while he feasted between my thighs.

“Demetrius,” I whimpered, trying to slide out of his grasp, but his big arms prevented it. This was the problem, the reason the lines of our agreement had blurred. I had no restraint around him. I was putty in his hands, and he knew it. I shook my head in protest of what he was doing to me as one of his hands made its way inside my romper. The other one pulled at the buttons that went down my chest until they popped and my breasts were exposed.

“No panties or bra. You were trying to end that nigga life.” His fingers parted my soaking wet lips and strummed my clit.

“Ooh… shit!” I was trying to control my breathing and think of a million ways to get out of this. The more he stroked me with his fingers, the less I cared, and soon, my body was overtaking my mind. I’d missed his touch, and when I was truly being honest with myself, I had been craving it. Demetrius slipped his fingers inside me, massaging my insides.

“I love you, Samara. Tell me you don’t love me. Tell me you don’t feel anything.”

He littered kisses down my neck. My heart sped up. Demetrius had never uttered those words before. My heart stopped.He loves me.I didn’t know how to respond to that. Iloved Demetrius with everything in me, but I couldn’t admit that to him. Loving him would mean I had to accept his lifestyle… Be okay with security watching my every move twenty-four hours a day.

Loving Demetrius meant being okay with snipers on rooftops. I would have to be okay with his late hours and early mornings. Be okay with possibly losing him to the streets or jail. Admitting my love for him meant bandaging wounds, hiding guns, burning clothes, and possibly raising kids that would repeat the cycle.

As bad as I wanted to, I couldn’t utter those words. I didn’t want to live my life being married to a Capo. I’d suffered enough being raised by one.

“I… I… ooh.” He was tapping my G-spot so effortlessly. I could feel my pussy walls tighten around his digits.

“Tell me you love me, Samara.” He quickened his pace as he sucked one of my titties into his mouth.

“There you go, come undone for me.”

“Oh my… fuck!”

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