Page 33 of Quasim: King Inferno

He pushed up off the wall and took one step and he was right in front of me, cornering me between my door and the corner ofthe hallway. “Tell me that you want only him, and I promise I’ll leave you alone, Anjo.” He spoke lowly, caressing my face.

His thumb slid down my chin as he looked down at me and I looked up at him. “I want him, Quasim.”

“I don’t believe you, though.” He took control of my face and kissed me on the lips, slipping his tongue into my mouth, as his other hand lifted my dress and found its way into my panties. He slipped his fingers inside of me as he continued to suck my entire soul through my mouth.,

One finger…

Two…

Three…

I gasped and moaned into his mouth as he pulled his fingers out and broke our kiss, leaving me stunned in the hallway. His fingers glistened from my juices, and he sucked them clean while staring at me.

“You saying all of that shit, and that pussy still gets wet for King Inferno… why you fronting with yourself.” He kissed me once more and I pushed him away.

Sim smirked as he licked his lips, probably tasting my juices on his lips. “Leave me alone, Quasim.”

“You got it…” he turned to leave, making me even more upset that he was giving me what I asked for, when I didn’t want him to leave me alone.

I wanted him to love me and show me that he felt the same way that I felt about him. “Yeah… doing what you do best. Running away from me like you’ve been doing.”

He turned around slowly and looked at me. “Why do you care, Anjo? You with homie, right… that’s what you want. You want that nigga, knowing that just seeing me makes your pussy wet. Makes your body crave me and there ain’t shit that you can do about it.”

“You’re an asshole, Quasim.”

He grabbed a handful of dick and looked at me. “You want this dick, but you not ready for what comes with it. The minute I shove this shit inside of you, Blair, ain’t no other nigga. Just me… you not ready for that.”

“No, you’re not ready for that… it’s the reason you run from me. You already know I can make you happy. Coming between these legs will keep you coming back, make you start making claims on me… trying to force a ring on my finger, having the Gods call me Queen Inferno. So don’t speak for me… I know what comes with hopping on that dick… do you know what comes with me hopping on it? Exactly.”

I turned and was finally able to put the key into the lock and felt his arms around me, pushing me against the wall. My breath was caught in my chest as I looked up at him as he stared down into my eyes.

“A lot comes with me, Anjo. I don’t want to ruin another person’s life… I can’t do that shit, no matter how much I want it. I would rather allow you to have happiness elsewhere.”

“Let me decide that. You’re making that decision for me and that’s not fair to me. Quasimmy, how can we share what we did in Italy, and then you come home like I’m nothing. Like everything we shared and did was worth nothing.”

He rested his forehead against mine and sighed. “You mean everything to me, Blair… fucking everything. I don’t want you to ever think you mean nothing because you mean everything.”

I kissed his lips and looked into his eyes. We were so close that I’m sure he could smell the liquor on my breath, and I could smell the cinnamon mint that he always popped, no matter where he was.

“Show me then, Quasim.”

“I want to, baby…I wan—” His phone interrupted what he was about to say, and he pulled his phone out. I saw the nameThea come up on the screen and my body instantly became hot. “Fuck.” He mumbled.

I pretended I didn’t see the screen of his phone and waited for him to explain why Thea was calling him, whoever the fuck she was. “You good?”

He slipped his phone back into his pocket. “I got to go handle something.”

“Bet you do,” I removed myself from him, and he pulled me back toward him. “I’m tired… go handle whatever you need to with Thea.”

He looked at me and raised his eyebrow. “Whatever you thinking, it’s not that.”

I sighed. “I don’t care to think anything anymore… not my business and you’re not my man. Zay asked me to go on tour with him and I’m considering it.” I lied, knowing I turned him down, but I wanted to get a rise out of Quasim.

“If that’s what you want to do… do it.”

Tears burned my eyes as I looked at him while he walked backwards. “Cool.”

“Good night, Anjo.”

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