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PROLOGUE

MILANA

The rage I felt was getting more and more impossible to contain. Seeing him fucking that bitch had me seeing red. Had I stayed any longer, my parents would have been bailing me out of jail. That was okay though. I was about to really fuck him up. Julius was a fuck nigga, and I had a feeling he was after being with him for a couple of months. It took me longer to be able to get proof of that shit than I thought it would.

I had all the proof I needed when I walked into his mama’s house and heard the sounds of pleasure coming from his bedroom. What was even worse . . . his mama was there and was the one that had called me to come and catch his ass. She and I were cool, and she had started calling me her daughter-in-law. The fact that he was bold enough to do that shit in her house while she was home showed me just how disrespectful his ass was.

When I went to his bedroom and opened the door to see him fucking that bitch’s spine up, I knew I had to get out of there. His mama would have been everythingbutcool with me had I went back to my truck and got my fucking gun. I should have followed my gut, but I let him convince me that I was judging him and assuming shit. Well, my assumptions about his ass were correct.

After I turned into the driveway at Malik’s place, I took a deep breath and got out of my truck. This nigga flirted with me right in front of his brother. He told me he didn’t give a fuck about Julius. He wanted me. I didn’t really care about his ass, but he was about to get everything he wanted during this fit of rage. This was much better than me killing Julius. At least I could possibly be sexually satisfied.

Just the way Malik walked said he was packing. Julius was good, but I’d had better. Not that I was just fucking around, but I’d had a couple of guys before Julius. When I knocked on the door, I could hear footsteps advancing toward it. Malik was tall and meaty. I liked that. Being that I was almost six feet tall my damn self, I didn’t too much care for a nigga under six feet, two inches. I wore heels a lot unless I was competing. Even then, sometimes the boots I wore had a slight heel.

When the door opened, he stood his sexy ass there without a shirt and scanned my body. After biting his bottom lip, he stepped aside and let me walk inside. The minute he closed the door, he said, “I knew you would get tired of that nigga before long. Come get these inches, girl.”

He dropped his shorts and started stroking his dick. My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head when I saw how big that shit was. I let my plaid shirt fall off my shoulders then pulled my tank over my head. When he saw I wasn’t wearing a bra, he licked his lips. Quickly kicking off my flip flops and pulling my jeans and underwear off, I went straight to him. It was like he knew I was coming to him, but I didn’t give a fuck. After this, I would chill by myself for a while. Julius was gon’ get this get back though.

Malik lifted me, causing me to wrap my long legs around him, then went to the bedroom. He set me on the bed then opened the nightstand drawer and pulled a condom from it. Once he strapped up, he came to me and gently pushed me backward. I lay on my back and grabbed my ankles. Before Icould count to three, that nigga was balls deep in my shit. It felt so damn good too. I thought I was gonna cum by his third stroke.

“Oh, fuck, Milana. I knew this was some good shit.”

I couldn’t even verbalize how good his dick felt. I tried to be hard and remain quiet, but he started really fucking me up. He pushed my knees to my shoulders while leaning over me. He licked my lips first then kissed me deeply. I frowned slightly as I kissed him back. It shocked me that he wanted to kiss. We were just fucking, at least that was how I felt about what we were doing.

Pulling away from me, he flipped me over and pushed my head to the mattress. When he started blowing my damn back out, I could no longer remain quiet. My moans had turned into screams, and I couldn’t contain them if I tried. Malik pulled out of me, and just as I was about to look back at him to see what he was doing, I felt his tongue penetrate my asshole.

“Oh fuck!”

For some reason, whenever my asshole got licked, my pussy went into overdrive. Malik pulled me to him and submerged his entire face into me. When he pulled away, he said, “Oh, that shit excited you?”

Before I could even respond, he was rubbing his dick against my asshole. Turning to him, I said, “Quit being a bitch and do the shit.”

His eyebrows lifted, then he frowned and pushed his dick inside. I gripped the sheets and screamed as I came all over the place. He grabbed my hair as he slammed into me. “Quit being a bitch, huh? Ain’t nothing bitch about me, baby. You must got me confused with that fuck nigga, Julius.”

My eyes watered as the hurt started to settle in. The anger of what I walked in on was gone. My heart was hurt, but there was no way I would allow Malik to see that shit. After a few more strokes, he growled out his nut. When he pulled out of me, Icollapsed to the bed for a moment, then stood to clean up. I liked anal sex because of how sensitive I was to it. I came quicker that way than from regular sex.

When I came out of the bathroom, he was seated on the bed, stroking his dick. “You ready for round two?”

“Naw. I’m going home. I done had enough of today.”

I walked out and went to get my clothes from the front room. After putting them on, Malik pulled me in his arms like we were a new couple or some shit.

“Damn, girl. Call a nigga tomorrow. This pussy gotta be mine. Shit.”

I slightly rolled my eyes as he kissed the side of my head. Pulling away from him, I headed to the door. He opened it for me, and as I walked to my truck, I saw Julius come to a screeching halt in front of the house.

“What the fuck?” he yelled.

I quickly hopped in my truck and took off to Nome. “Fuck!” I yelled.

I knew there was no way he would let me get away with what I’d just done, but fuck him. He started it, and my Henderson side came barreling out of me, spinning like a fucking tornado in a trailer park.Uncle Storm who?That nigga’s winds didn’t have shit on mine when I was angry enough. Fortunately, the only people in the family that knew that shit was Ashanni, Maui, Ace, PJ, and SS. There was no way I could escape that Henderson petty by hanging around my mama all the time.

While I didn’t think she’d ever done any ratchet shit like this, she definitely had a temper. I’d witnessed it on several occasions. She didn’t hold shit back and didn’t mind laying a bitch out. I’d picked up on all of that and added to it. Julius didn’t know I had a squad, so he had better just accept that I’d out fucked his ass and move the fuck around.

“Girl,that shit was crazy. The way that nigga roped that damn steer from the box was insane!” Ashanni said, making me laugh.

We’d just left a rodeo in Sulphur, Louisiana, and were on our way back to Nome. I didn’t compete in that one, but I wanted to eye the competition for my next rodeo. There was a new chick on the scene in barrel racing that was supposed to be really good. She did okay tonight. She was a second slower than my average time. I just had to keep working to assure she didn’t pass me up.

We had to stop at Exxon to get gas before we left out of Beaumont. I only had about forty miles until empty, and I hated driving with my fuel level so low. Most times, I filled up at Uncle Kenny’s truck stop. I should have done that before we left for Sulphur, but we’d gotten a late start. I hated getting anywhere late. My mama instilled professionalism in me. She said so many businesses lacked it these days.

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