Page 7 of I F*cked Somebody’s Wife

“Nah,” I murmured. “I ain’t gon’ shoot ya buddy. You don’t deserve that.” I smiled.

The first stab went in his thigh.

Deep. His scream bounced off the walls, but don’t nobody check on shit out here. Too quiet.

I kept talkin’. Calm. Controlled. I sliced his cheek, split his lip. Blood everywhere. My hands were red, but I ain’t flinch. Ifeltgood.

“She’s taste…” I whispered. “So. fucking. Sweet.”

Another stab. This one to the gut. Slow twist. He coughed, shook.

“So, you can understand why I’m so upset, right?”

I leaned close.

“She’s mines. Only mines.”

He stopped movin’ after that.

Breathin’ turned shallow, then stopped altogether.

I stood over the body. Heart beatin’ fast but steady. Mind buzzin’. Not with fear. With pride. Withpeace.

This was love, obsession, protection. In its purest form.

I cleaned up what I could. Left no prints. Slipped out the back and drove off calm like nothin’ happened.

Back in my loft, I stripped outta the blood-stained shirt, lit a blunt, and stood in front of the mirror. My chest was glistenin’. Muscles tight. Face emotionless.

All I could think about was her.

That pussy. That voice. The way her breath hitched when I touched her soul through her panties.

I’d kill again without hesitation.

Because once I put my dick in her?

She didn’t have the option to belong to nobody else.

It was me or no one.

And I was just getting started.

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UnHoly Thoughts

Janelle

I kept wakin’ up with his name on my lips. Fontaine.

Sweat beaded down my neck, stickin’ to my silk pillowcase. My thighs clenched under the covers, soaked in the afterglow of dreams that ain’t had no business feelin’thatreal.

It was always the same. Me pressed against a wall, his thick lips at my ear, whisperin’ filth so raw it made my chest burn. The way he slid inside me in them dreams—slow, deep, like he was tryna break every piece of me down. I’d wake up gaspin’, heart racin’, nipples hard under my tank top.

I hated it.

I hated how much Iwantedit.

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