Page 55 of Tangled Hearts
Spreading her ass cheeks apart, he bit her nipple. “Open your fuckin’ eyes and look at me… look at what you’re doing to us, kid. Feel this shit. Accept this shit. And fuck me back like you know what the fuck this is.”
A few more deep strokes and she was squirting everywhere. “Quameek!” She yelled at the top of her lungs, but he didn’t slow his pace.
“I don’t know what you want from me, but I’m willing to do it. Tell me what you need, Knyc. Tell me and like always, I’ll make it right.” His voice showed how desperately in love he was with her, which broke her heart even more.
Silent tears turned into whimpers. “Just know, I love you more than anything.”
His release was long and filled her up to the brim. Instead of going to his room, they laid on the floor holding each other because it was what they both needed. Knycole was so conflicted about what to do but needed to see if she could get that old thing back.
When he caught his breath, he said, “On all fours… I’m filling every hole tonight ‘cause you got me fucked up.”
CHAPTER 13
Noir’s legshook as she repeated everything she was going to say to Christian as soon as he walked his pretty ass through the door. He’d placed her on a pedestal, and at the same time, allowed for her to be knocked off it. So many emotions ran through her. She didn’t know if she was hurt, mad, or embarrassed. Truthfully, it was probably a mixture of all three. At least that was the story her wet, balled up face, and sore ego told. How she made it home without pulling up on him first was beyond her.
“I can’t believe him,” she whispered while walking back and forth, burning a hole in the floor.
Through the window, Christian could see her having a mental battle. He knew he was about to get his ass handed to him. The social media post his newfound baby’s mother posted was circulating the World Wide Web and had even made the local tea page. Chanta had warned him and made good on her promise. Royally, he’d fucked up but knew he couldn’t stall Noir out too long. His love for her wouldn’t let him play her like that.
Inhaling before exhaling, he braced himself for the worst. Before he could get through the threshold good, a glass vase came whizzing past his head.
“You dirty, nigga!” Noir screamed, charging at him when she noticed she’d missed. “I can’t fuckin’ believe you!‘Trust me, Noir. I’ll never have you out here looking crazy,’” she mocked him, making sure to remind him of all the bullshit that came out his mouth when he was begging her to be his girl.
He tried to block his yellow tinted skin but was failing miserably. “Let me talk.”
“Fuck talking! You don’t have shit to say to me! Talking is what the fuck you should’ve done when you knew you didn’t want me anymore! That’s when your dumb ass should’ve tried because right now, I don’t want to hear anything!” Her tone never leveled. She was beyond being on ten. Noir was so upset, she could feel her body shaking. Anger pulsated through her body replacing the blood.
Her voice cracked, but it didn’t drop. “You told me I was safe! I could’ve left you a hundred times, Christian, and Ishould’ve!But no, I stayed loyal to a lying-ass, community dick nigga who was too scared to be honest about who the fuck he really is!”
“I ain’t lie about how much I love you,” he snapped, his own anger bubbling now. “That bitch ain’t mean shit to me.”
“But y’all had a baby,” she growled. “You nutted in her and laid up with me like you wasn’t trash.”
“I didn’t know!” he yelled back. “I didn’t know until she popped up months later talkin’ about she was pregnant!”
“You knew you was cheating though, right?” She tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “You knew when you was kissing me and fucking her the same night, right?”
He opened his mouth but nothing came out.
She laughed bitterly. “You weak. A weak ass, nothing-ass boy who got lucky when I loved you.”
“Stop acting like you innocent!” he barked. “You don’t think I know how you still be chatting it up with that rapping ass nigga?You think I ain’t heard the rumors?” Christian couldn’t even bring his self to say Cash’s name.
“Don’t do that,” she warned. “Don’t flip this like I’m the one who broke us.”
“Youleft, didn’t you?” he pushed. “You ran like always, and I spiraled. So yea, I did some dumb shit—but don’t sit here like your hands clean.”
A few years ago, him and Noir had it out about hoes coming to her as a woman. Truthfully, they were lying but Noir ran to LA to see about Cash. Cash was her safe place— someone she could go to just to decompress. They hadn’t crossed any lines but emotionally cheating was probably worse than physically cheating. Noir wasn’t going to admit that though.
Her jaw clenched. “You know what the difference is between me and you?” She stepped close enough to smell his cologne. “I wanted to hurt you, not humiliate you. I didn’t post nothing. I ain’t go public. I ain’t have no baby on you.” She swung on him again.
Still, Christian tried to block her assault until she messed around and popped him in the eye. “Stop fuckin’ hitting me, Noir!” He grabbed her arms.
“Just let me go,” she wailed, unable to keep her sadness at bay. “You lied to me.”
Her tears broke him down. “I’ll make it right. I swear on my pop’s grave. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do that shit. You want me to kill the bitch?”
“Fuck yo’ pops!” Her tears stopped when she considered his proposal. But then she heard what he said. Her man acknowledged he had a baby with someone else. She wasn’t ready for kids but always thought she’d be the only one to bare his children. The waterworks started again. “I want you to leave me alone, Christian. Just let me go live my life.”
