Page 108 of Quasim: King Inferno

His lips crashed against mine as he held me around the waist, tossing my purse onto the floor. That smirk appeared, showing his gold fangs in his mouth. He didn’t need to answer the question because I didn’t want to know what he had planned.

I stood there as he pulled the slip dress that I wore over my head and paused. His eyes landed on my bare pussy, without any underwear on. “What the fuck I told you about that shit, my love?”

It was the way his voice sounded husky, turned on, and pissed all at the same time. I tried really hard to wear panties and each one kept showing through the satin. My favorite seamless underwear were in the wash, so I wasn’t about to pull them out and wear them.

He slapped my ass and bit down on his bottom lip while getting closer to my ear. “You so fucking hardheaded, my love… why you like playing games with me?”

I roped my arms around his neck, and he picked me up. Kissing his lips, I looked into his eyes – my heart going crazy for this man.

This crazy man.

“I’m not.”

He grabbed a handful of my little booty and kissed my lips. “That shit done,Blair?”

I hated whenever he called me Blair. It was like my name hadalwaysbeen Anjo or my love. On the rare occasion, he called me Angel.

“Yes. I told you that I was going to do it, and that was why we went out tonight.”

He held me while staring into my eyes. “All day I been thinking about you… wanting to fuck the shit out of you. Feel youin my arms because that’s where you fucking belong. I couldn’t wait to make it over here, only to find you out with homie.”

I felt bad that he came to surprise me. “Awe, Simmy.” I kissed his lips.

“Then you out here with no panties on… Anjo, you like playing with me. I think you like when I punish that pussy, hmm?”

He bit my chin as I squealed in laughter. Releasing my chin, he kissed it while staring at me and holding me in his arms with ease. “You made sure I came home to you… had the IG’s make sure of that, hmm?” I mocked.

“You damn fucking right… more precious than gold… I’m always going to make sure that you’re protected, and I got a bunch of niggas out there that will put their life on the line to make sure of that.”

My entire body felt hot as he held me, staring into my eyes and telling me exactly how he felt. One second, I was sad about me and Zay, not because I wanted to be with him, but because I felt sad for leaving him for Quasim.

Now, as this man held me butt ass naked, I couldn’t even remember that rapper’s name. Kissing him, I held him tighter as he walked over toward the bed. Lowering me onto the mattress, he sucked on my lips before he stood tall as I stared up at him.

Knowing the last time we were in this room, he couldn’t tell me how he felt because he was afraid, not knowing how to open his heart to me.

I watched as he walked out the room, hitting the lights on his way out. For the first time, I noticed that he had candles lit. I had been so concerned about how the hell he got into my condo and why he was knitting, that I didn’t focus on the fact that there were candles lit on my dresser with rose petals sprinkled around.

When he re-entered the room, I almost swallowed my tongue. In his briefs, he walked back in, crossing the floor withease as I bit down on my bottom lip. That V was as perfect as the V in the alphabet.

Even in the dark, I could still see the glare of his gold chain that he always wore. He stood over me, taking me in like I was taking all of him in. “I didn’t even notice the candles.”

“Cause yo ass was out there with no panties on.”

I sucked my teeth and laughed. “Simmy, you set this up for me?”

He motioned for me to come closer, and I noticed something in his hand. Slowly, he took my hand and placed the box in my hand. I opened it slowly and looked at him before taking in what was in the box.

It was a gold rosary.

The tears clouded my eyes before I could even thank him. To know Quasim was to know that he held his faith close to his heart, and he was open about it. Everyone knew that he kept his bible and little black book with him, even when we traveled. In Italy, I had watched him plenty of mornings, sitting on the top deck with both.

He sat on the edge of the bed. “Come here, Anjo.”

I crawled into his lap and saw that his black book was right next to him. Holding the rosary in my hands, I kissed his lips. “I love this, Quasim… I’ve never had one of my own before. My mom used to have one, but once she passed, I don’t know what happened to most of her things.”

He gently took it from my hands and flipped it over. Inscribed into the back, on each side of the cross, were our names.

Quasimon one end

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