Page 172 of River & Crown
"I care because I love you," I whispered. "I'm in love with you."
He let go of my wrists and stood. Panic surged through me.
"Crown!"
"Chill," he muttered.
He emptied his pockets, stripped off his clothes, and then returned. He slid my panties down and tossed them without care. My body trembled beneath his as he rubbed his dick in slow, lazy circles against my clit.
"Crown," I gasped, nails sinking into the small of his back as I pushed down, needing him deeper.
"You still love that nigga?" he demanded, thrusting harder like he wanted to fuck the memory of Sincere out of my head. I wrapped my legs tighter, anchoring him inside of me.
"I don't give a fuck about him," I panted. "All I see is you. What part of that don't you understand?"
He stilled, then whispered against my neck, "You don't get it, Four. I love you. I would've ripped the sun and moon out of the sky for your pretty ass."
His strokes slowed, but they hit deeper, reaching the place where his kids would grow. My back arched, and his hand moved to my stomach, thumb brushing across the scar.
"I put it all out there for you," he breathed, voice thick. "You didn't do the same. You fed me lies... and like a nigga in love, I ate that shit up."
"Crown, please," I cooed, my stomach tightening with the buildup I couldn't fight.
"You wanna know why I killed him?"
My breath caught. "Wh... why?"
"That nigga wasn't shit," he gritted. "He's the one I caught fucking Emily. Four... how you hold out on me for a nigga who didn't know how to love you?"
I couldn't speak. Not with how Crown drove into me. Not with the way my soul unraveled beneath each thrust.
"Fuck, Four," he growled. "This pussy's... superb."
Then I felt it... I felt all of him.
His hurt.
His rage.
His love.
The conflict... all of it — cruised through me, rattling my bones.
"Crown... I'm cumming!" My body buckled, breaking beneath him.
"I'd kill Sincere again," he growled, shooting off inside me.
The air in the room thickened as Crown's body fell beside me. I turned to face him, thinking maybe we had made it through the rough patch. I reached out to caress his face, and he grabbed my wrist.
"Nah," was his dry-ass response.
My brows creased because what the hell did he mean,nah?
"I gotta go," he announced, sitting up and grabbing his clothes from the floor.
"Where are you going? You live here!"
He didn't answer. He just got dressed.
