Page 56 of Tangled Hearts
“I’ll never let you leave me. You’ll never live a life that doesn’t include me. Noir, this shit is forever.” Trying to console her, he was denied.
“Get your filthy hands off me,” she said through gritted teeth. “It’s gonna be on you when I handle you like you handled me. I promise you won’t like it because you know how I rock.”
Brushing his hands down his freshly cut fade, he needed to think fast because losing Noir wasn’t in the cards for him. He had planned a life that always included her. Love for him was real but still, temptation was a bitch. It was taking him too long to say anything, so she started marching towards the door.
“Baby, wait!” He reached out, pulling her body into his. “I’m dead ass serious. What do you need a nigga to do to make this shit right ’cause a life without you in it ain’t in the cards for me. It’s us until the dirt.”
Usually, she felt safe when engulfed in his being. His strong arms had been her safe place but those days were gone. “Just give me some time,” her tone pleaded.
His body tensed up, exhausted and not wanting to keep going back and forth with him.
“We’ll talk later. I promise,” she reasoned, knowing him all too well. Christian was ready to lock her in the basement and fuck her until she had no more to give.
“Just tell me what to do, Noir. I’ll kill her,” he offered again. His words didn’t even feel real coming from his mouth because he’d hate to actually have to kill his daughter’s mama.
“Don’t talk to me like I’m crazy,” she spat. “You sound insane.”
“Iaminsane over you,” he admitted. “You think I care about looking crazy? You’re mine, Noir. You always been mine.”
She tried to shove him back. “No I’m not.”
“You are mine,” he repeated, louder. “Say you not and I’ll stop right now. Say you don’t love me and I’ll walk out this bitch.”
Her lip trembled, but she said nothing.
“Exactly,” he whispered, pulling her into his chest. “So let me remind you.”
“Don’t,” she whispered, tears spilling. “I hate you.”
“You don’t,” he said.
He kissed her with nothing but passion and pleas.
“No,” she whimpered.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Let me taste what I ruined.” He didn’t give her a chance to say yes or no before he had her legs in the air, using one hand to rip off her thong.
“Christian!” she yelped, even though she knew the position well.
No time was wasted when he zeroed in on his prey. “Feed me, Noir.”
“I hate you.” She thrusted her wetness into his mouth in a swing like motion. “Just like that.” Her back arched, her pussy betraying her.
Christian got on his knees, and spread her pussy open. His mouth met her pussy like he hadn’t eaten in days.
“Mhm.” His moans went from her pussy, up to her heart, stopping at her head as she thought of all the times he did what he was doing to her to another woman.
She bucked her hips in resistance but her body betrayed her. She was soaking. He knew exactly what to do, exactly how to unbreak her with his tongue.
“I hate you,” she choked out again, her thighs squeezing around his head.
“No you don’t. Say it again while you’re cumin’, since you mean it so much.”
His tongue twirled around her clit, sucking and licking, trying to get her to love him through the misstep. Christian bit the insides of her thighs and eased two fingers inside of her. Looking in her eyes, he said, “tell me you hate me now.”
“I—”
He finger fucked her more, curving his hand up to touch her spot. The movements made her stuttered on her words and swallow them. “Yea, talk yo shit now.”
