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I licked my lips and nodded.

Before I knew it, he had picked me up and proceeded to carry me in the direction of the stairs. In less than ten seconds we were up the stairs and entering his bedroom where he put me down to stand on my feet.

He backed up before sitting at the foot of his bed, just looking at me. “Strip down.”

“Right here?” I asked, already looping my hands into the top of my dress. He made me feel so sexy, so hot and ready, that it took everything in me to not rush out of my clothing.

He tucked his lip beneath his teeth before nodding. “I gotta see all of you, G.”

Slowly, I peeled my dress from my body before watching it fall to the floor. That left me in nothing but the lingerie set that I picked out this morning. Instead of looking down at myself, I looked back at him. His eyes were no longer on my face; they were dancing around my body with excitement evident in them.

Before I could speak, he walked up on me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “You so fucking beautiful,” he complimented as he caressed my skin.

He turned me around, backing me up toward his bed before he gently pushed me against it.

Once I was laid back and he stood over me, I noticed I was holding my breath in anticipation. He had me feeling like it was my first time all over again, and he hadn’t touched me yet.

“Once we take it here, I ain’t gonna be able to share you, Gayze.” He locked his arms around my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed.

“I don—” I couldn’t even speak because the first lick across my flesh had me ready to redress. Just the feel of him let me know this probably shouldn’t have happened. I couldn’t move though. It was like I was commanded to lay there and allow him to punish my lower extremities with his mouth. He knew whathe was doing because every time I tried to scoot away, he pulled me lower and kept me close. He knew he was torturing me.

“Mazz!” I yelped his name harshly, grinding my teeth at the z’s because he was taking my body to heights it hadn’t seen in years. He was forming an unhappy habit within my being without my permission, and all I could do was moan his name while massaging his head. My legs began to shake as I felt the pressure building and pipes bursting as everything in me felt like it was rushing down toward him. “I’m… I’m—” I couldn’t even finish my sentence because I was cumming so hard that I had to grip the sheets beneath me. My body no longer belonged to me; he’d taken ownership, and there was nothing I could do about it.

“I hope yeen think I was done,” he said, now standing over me.

I blinked lazily a few times, looking at him. I couldn’t understand how he was standing over me so fast. Before I could speak or even catch my breath, he was between my legs and pecking my neck. Before the night ended, he was sure to have me ready to be committed.

The feeling of his hardness at my opening sent my nerves and the neurons haywire as he pressed his succulent lips against mine. Before he entered me, he pulled back and looked at me. “You feel this?”

I nodded, becoming lost in the feel of his warm body all over me. He was showering me with him before he entered me. Though he had damn near drained me, just the feel of him gave me the energy to continue.

“This is you being loved right.” He thrusted into me the moment he finished his sentence, and I swore he was trying to kill me. I couldn’t take the deep thrusts and neck kisses that he was showering me with. It was like he owned it all. He had to because I no longer recognized me. I was sure to look in the mirror in the morning and be confused. I hadn’t been touched orfilled like this since he did it years ago. Mazzier Carson was sure to be the reason I was committed to a psychiatric hospital.

Chapter 7

KASAIR

Istood with my arms crossed, watching the young boys unload the dope I had ordered from Ric last month. The man was always late, but it never mattered. His shit was the purest and made nothing but shitloads of money. With Mazz stepping out and handing things over to me and Quari, I wanted to make sure things still ran as smooth with no hitches.

My attention was pulled from the crates to my ringing phone. I glanced down, expecting it to be Mecca, but it was Jess. Even though her head was off the charts, I had fucked around and committed to Mecca. I didn’t regret a moment of what happened, but I wondered if I was even able to hold up to what I had promised her. The fucked-up thing is I had to or at this point, I’d lose her. Mecca’s stubborn young ass made me love her. At first, we were just doing us, but then somewhere in between, we both fucked up. I don’t know how long I was set in denial, but what I did know was every time she used to bring a nigga around, I beat his ass. I was just waiting to meet her lil’ rapper. I had already planned to stomp his fucking ears together. She knew it too. That’s why she never brought him around andplayed it so safe. Truth of the matter was I had fucked up and loved Mecca way before her young ass even realized it. Her crazy met mine, and shit just fit. All of what my pops had preached went out of the window.

“Mecca, man, go ahead with all that,” I repeated for the third time as I walked around her apartment dressing for the streets.

“Whatever, Kasair. I’m not finna mess with ya lil’ friend.” She laughed, pulling her phone from her back pocket. “I’m unbothered. Just keep the dick clean.”

I laughed. “Fuck outta here. How you unbothered when?—”

“Yes, Troyce. I’ll be at your game tonight. Does that mean you’re taking me to eat afterwards?” She already had her phone to her ear talking to the same nigga I yoked her ass up over the other night. I knew it because he had one of those different ass names. The nigga’s mama had to be tryna be different, but the shit sounded plain old stupid. My body didn’t even register what I was doing until I was already in her space. I snatched the phone from her and put it to my ear. “You better hope she doesn’t come to ya game, homie, or that’ll be the last game of ya career,” I said into the phone before tossing it on the sofa next to her.

She hopped up in my face with a mug. “Why do shit like that when we’re just fucking?

“Because I fucking wanted to, and I’ll be damned if you play in my fucking face.”

The ringing and vibration of my phone pulled me from my thoughts. When I focused on the screen, I noticed that Jess was calling back. What the fuck this broad wanted baffled me, because I normally called her. I didn’t play that hitting my line over and over shit.

“What!”

“Look, I’m calling to give you a heads up. My boyfriend was burning and I?—”

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