Page 50 of Heart of a Savage
“Fuck you!” I stuck up my middle finger as he stepped closer to me, wrapping his lips around the same finger and sucking it.
Why the fuck did that turn me on?
Shit.
He had to get out of here. His energy was knocking off my equilibrium. I lasted thirty-five years of being a single, independent savage. Never allowing a man to get close to mebecause I was afraid it would make me soft was my life’s motto. I liked being in control. It gave me the power I needed to never let anyone hurt me. Lorenzo built me this way, and I had become settled into my way of living that I couldn’t let this melatonin dick man penetrate any parts of me besides my pussy.
“Put that guard down, Arie. I’m not here to hurt you,” he said, gripping my ass cheeks.
“Never…”
“Who hurt you?”
I pushed away from him. “Nobody hurt me, and nobody ever will.”
“You’re so full of anger, mamas. It’s okay to gift yourself a soft life. All this gunslinging and animosity toward people will only have three people sitting at your funeral, love. You shouldn’t want that for yourself.”
“Nigga—”
He clamped my lips shut instantly with his hand. “Watch your mouth. Don’t call me out of my name. I respect you, so show me the same.”
“The nerve of you to tell me not to call you names when you keep calling me mean.”
“Are you not?”
“Why shouldn’t I be? You men think you have to control everything. Tell a woman what to do, and when to do it. I’ll never let you niggas have that much control over me. Love gets you killed.”
“Nah, it gets you healed. Clearly, you’re hurt, and hurt people, hurt people.”
“Then people need to stay out of my way.”
He moved closer to me, lifting my skirt over my ass, and slid his hand in the front of my thong. His fingers busied themselves over my clit as my eyes closed, and my hands held on to his arms.
“Fucking juice box,” he whispered in my ear while licking my earlobe.
A choppy cry escaped my mouth when his fingers found my entrance as he stroked my kitty. I could hear my juices filling the air since my office was soundproof.
“Put down your armor, Arieana. Let a real man show you what love feels like.”
“Just fuck me and stop talking.”
He immediately removed his hand, pulling my skirt back down, and heading toward the door. My pussy panicked.
What the fuck?
This was some abnormal shit, but I was too turned on to stop myself from moving hurriedly toward him. “Messiah, do not play with me. I will seriously hurt you.”
He chuckled. “I asked you to talk to me nicely. I don’t mind giving you what you want, but you’re not about to use that tone or talk to me crazy. Now, ask me nicely to make you cum or I’m leaving?”
My nostrils flared.
I knew if I stood my ground and said fuck him, he’d walk out, and I’d have to pleasure myself. I didn’t want that, especially after canceling Marcus. I’d have to find someone else, and that shit would take time when I wantedhimto fuck me tonight.
I hated him.
Bitch, just do it. You know you’re in control,I lied to myself. It was clear he held all the cards—for now.
I rolled my eyes, and with tight lips, I asked, “Can you make me cum, please?”
