Page 27 of Priest

He chuckled and let go of my wrist as I jerked it.

“Sweetheart, you’d suck anything I gave you just because I said so.”

“Is that what you think?”

“It’s what I know,” he retorted as he reached down and pinched my nipple.

“I hate you, Priest, and everything you stand for,” I condemned.

I shoved at his chest to gain more space, but he didn’t move one inch. Instead, Priest leered at me, daring me to try to go around him. His presence was overwhelming, and I was growing angry because the more he provoked me, the more I was turned on, and that shit was downright embarrassing.

“You’re not gonna move?”

“I’m in my bedroom. I don’t recall inviting you in here.”

“You seemed to want me to come in here last night with the way you couldn’t get enough of spanking and fingering me.”

“Yeah, like you couldn’t get enough of draining the vein. If I wanted to bring you in my room and fuck the shit out of you last night, I would have, and you’d still be lying here comatose this evening.”

“You’re so damned full of yourself, Priest. You honestly believe every woman wants you. You’ve tortured your poor brain into believing that any woman would be blessed to be in your presence and that you’re God’s gift to women.”

I was angry because I’d dropped all pretenses of trying to get along with him, and it was hard to get back into the act. That was screwing up my plan of escape, and I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t give him that much power.

“Not trying to be no one’s gift, sweetheart. But I am a blessing.”

I scoffed and pushed him again. This time, he stepped aside, and I stormed from his bedroom.

I stopped in the hallway to face him. “This is why I tried to escape. You’re bipolar, delusional, narcissistic, and I’m sure there are so many other conditions lying under that ego that have gone undiagnosed. But I’m sure a therapist would have a field day with your psycho ass.”

“Where you going, pampered princess?”

“Away from you.”

“I ain’t said you can go nowhere,” he replied in a snarl and snatched my arm as I passed his den.

“I’m getting something to drink. I need a wine or something. I need to cool off because you’ve got me heated,sir.”

“You ain’t gotta run from me, sweetheart. Your li’l bougie ass is too high maintenance for a nigga like me, anyway. Sit yo’ ass down somewhere, drink a beer, and be the fuck happy that I let you suck my dick. That’ll cool your hot little ass down.”

I turned around and smiled up at him.

“I can’t wait to get away from you when these thirty days are up,” I replied angrily as I tossed my plan out the door.

Priest smiled before he licked his lips. My pussy was drowning in juices, and I hated him for that.

“You leave when I say you leave. And if I decide at the end of the thirty days that you’re staying, there ain’t shit you and any other muthafucka can do about it.”

“You can’t keep me here, Priest. I have an entire fiancé, and when he finds out about this little game you and my daddy got going on, I’m sure he’ll shut this shit down. Besides, when my daddy returns your guns?—”

“Fuck your daddy. Fuck them guns. Fuck your fiancé. I said what I said.”

Priest was really angry with me. He had gone beyond just getting under my skin, and I knew he was in a bad space. I did wonder what my father had told Daniel. He and I usually had dinner once a week. He was biding his time to “deflower” his bride, but in the meantime, I knew he was sleeping with other women, and I had no doubt that wouldn’t end after we married.

I turned away from Priest one final time. My body tensed, waiting for him to snatch me back, but he didn’t. Instead, I heard a slow exhale of breath behind me as I made my way down the hall and then his slow, measured footsteps as he followed me.

Priest veered off before I got to the kitchen. I was glad when he didn’t follow me. Pulling the cabinets open, I found a glass and poured some juice. I looked around the kitchen as I drank my juice.

My eyes scanned the kitchen before they landed on the knife block on the counter on the other side of the kitchen. I found myself drawn to that counter as if by some magnetic force.

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