Page 19 of Possessing the Prince

He turns the light switch on, but he does not move. I pat an empty spot on the bed and gesture for him to come and take a seat, but he does not move. Something is definitely off. So I continue my line of questioning. “What is the balance on the betrothal contract? What needs to be paid?”

Senya finally comes and joins me on the bed. His sexy scent reaches me, and my pussy clenches as he rubs his hand over my knee. It’s been too long since he touched me.God help me. “Abena, I do not want you worrying yourself with those particulars. I will handle it. No matter what the balance is, neither you nor your father can pay.”

I throw the covers off as I hop off the bed. He is treating me like a helpless child, and I will not tolerate it. “Oh! I see. I'm supposed to shut up, be a good wife, and not ask any questions about my own life. Senya, I don't do that, and you know it. I may as well leave right now if you think I'm just going to bury my head and not participate in saving my family. I will not let you decide what I will do.”

He stares for a second and then grabs my arm. “What about saving your life first? That is what I am concerned about. Your father and brother only matter in my equation because of you. It is my responsibility to take care of you, and no, I do not need your help to do so.”

My boils over. I snatch my arm from his grip and pause. I know if I don't stop, I will say something I may regret.Who does he think he is?He can't keep my family's business away from me. He's just like my father…What the hell is going on?

“Senya, you either talk to me about what happened when I left or I will leave. I can stay with Adom and Maya and be just as safe. Now, how much danger am I in?”

Senya stands to face me, and his eyes are deadly serious. His lips are in a straight line and his brown eyes are focused on mine. He cocks his head slightly to the left and uses his hand to rub the five-o-clock shadow thickening on his jaw. The gesture is a tell all three brothers share when they are deep in thought or weighing what to say. But I don’t think I’m going to like anything he’s about to say.

“Abena,” he begins. “Do not threaten to leave my protection again. Especially not now when your life is in such a precarious situation. You may not know every particular, but you should know the world is unsafe for you until the debt is paid. You also know that fact is tearing me up inside. Do not rip away my heart because you cannot get your way.”

Damn, he’s right.He must be going crazy right now. Senya is laser focused on my safety right now and nothing else. I should not use his feelings of protection for me against him. As I listen, he shifts his tone.

“The Apeagyei men may be after you. The balance of the contract requires far more than money, but I am not willing to discuss that with you tonight. It is a great debt to pay, but I will take care of it. I have a plan. Kofi and I have been hard at work all afternoon to dsign it. But, I am concerned that if you know too much about the plan, you will inadvertently throw a wrench in it. Not because you are not capable, but because your heart is so big that I am not convinced that you will not throw yourself on the sword to save your family. So for now, I will keep the details to myself. I respect you, but I also care very deeply about you. Give me a few days and all will be clear.”

Senya is feeding me bullshit right now. He is hiding something. But what? “Senya, just tell me how much danger I am in. How bad is it?”

He takes both of my arms and rubs them to complement the soothing tone of his voice. “Precious, you are in no danger that I cannot mitigate. Now I want you to get some rest. Tomorrow morning, I will tell you more about my conversation with your father. I will also share the plan moving forward. Just know that while you are here, you are safe. You do not have to worry about a thing.”

How can I stay angry at him when he makes declarations like that? I’ve always known Senya would take a bullet for me. But for the first time, I have a creeping feeling that bullets may come. I believe he will keep me even though I hate not knowing what's going on. In the past, this would be the perfect time for a drink just to calm my nerves. I can't go back there.

While Maya was here with me tonight, she talked to me over and over again about having my coping mechanisms in place to ensure that I don't turn to any substances. She said even if that mechanism is Senya, I should give over to him instead of the bottle.

As Senya guides me back to the bed and kisses me on my forehead, I recall her words. His lips are electric, and I want them all over my body. But I resist. We do not need to restart any sexual relations in the midst of this crisis. I let him tuck me in and walk away.

“Good night, Precious, sleep tight.” He cuts off the light and walks out the room, leaving a trail of his sweet scent behind. When the door closes, I lay on my pillow and think about my life so far. Most of it has centered on navigating my father's wants and needs. This is the first time I feel truly free from him, and it gives me a sense of relief.

I try to fall asleep. But after an hour tossing and turning, I am still awake. All I can think about is the African prince asleep next door. I’m not even in his bed and I crave him. Keeping my resolve has become a lost cause.

Twilight

Senya

Afew days ago, I swore Abena would not sleep in this home without sharing my bed. But tonight, she needs her space. Today’s events are still raw, and I do not want to teeter her over the edge. Plus, if I’m near her, I might be tempted to tell her the truth behind her father’s. I do not enjoy denying her anything, even if I do believe it is for her own good. Her body language told me in no uncertain terms that she wants me, but needs to be alone. What Abena wants, Abena gets.

If she were near me, it would be impossible to resist the urge to touch her soft skin and possess her sweet lips. The very thought of her brings her smell and the sound of her alluring moans to my memory. Abena’s ass is a work of art. It is a true testament to the African woman’s hypnotic body. The rise of her breasts is the key to ancient secrets I am still yet to discover. Whenever I pop one of her chocolate nipples in my mouth, the world illuminates around me. Knowing Abena is next door sleeping in those little silk shorts has me hard as a rock.

Soon my hand is stroking my cock in earnest. The wet evidence of my arousal comes quickly, and I use the precum to lubricate my dick and stroke harder and faster while I imagine her wet ass pussy clamping down on my cock and squeezing the life out of me.

I am about to burst when I hear movement in the dark. I quickly remove my hand from my aching cock and grab the gun I keep in a secret compartment within my headboard. Grabbing my gun is instinct. Pointing it into the dark is reckless, even if I do not cock it. I will give the intruder one second to announce themselves before I start to pop. Then I hear her voice.

“Senya,” she whispers. At first, I say nothing in return. I quietly put the gun away. Abena calls my name again. “Senya.”

This time I answer. “Yes, Abena. I’m here. What’s wrong?”

I notice she has stopped moving. She is having second thoughts about coming to me. “Nothing…I just couldn’t sleep. I guess it was all the talk about the Apeagyeis taking me when we left the compound earlier. It’s fucking with my head.”

I told her not to worry. “Come here, Precious. Come to me.”

I hear her feet scurry toward me. She follows my voice to the bed. Once she is close, she pauses, and I smell her candied skin and my length throbs even more. I want her, but this is not the time to seduce her. She needs my presence and security.

“No one will kidnap you,” I assure her. “No one will ever take you from me. If they dare, I will track them down to the ends of the Earth and painfully end their life. There will be nowhere they can hide and no words of contrition that can spare their pathetic life. They will die and they will know why. But if it makes you feel better, you can sleep with me tonight.”

I hear her laugh as she gingerly approaches my bedside in the dark. “Senya, you are so violent, but. I appreciate it at a time like this. Honestly, I think sleeping with you would make me feel better, if that’s OK.”

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