The Black Widow Clique

by Genesis Woods

  Me: Roman Black.

  It took her a few minutes to respond.

  Fee: WYA? Is he coming in?

  Me: Sitting next to him. And IDK. I don’t think so.

  A few more minutes passed by before she responded again

  Fee: Okay. Change of plans. If he makes a move on you, go for it. You keep saying you want out. Well, this is your chance to make it happen. One last mate and bait, and then you can make your exit from the BWC with your cut of whatever you can get your name on and nothing else.

  Fee: Text the address to wherever he takes you so that we can know that you’re safe. We’ll meet up at my house tomorrow, okay?

  Before I could hit her back, Roman snatched my phone out of my hand, turned it off, and tucked it in his pocket. My mind went back to the two times it took Fiona forever to respond to my text after I told her that I was with Roman. She must’ve been telling Proof and everyone else about the changes in the plan in other texts, because I didn’t think it was a coincidence that Proof’s name flashed across my screen the minute I told Fiona where I was.

  Roman’s chair scraping across the wooden deck caught my attention and pulled me from my thoughts. A look of concern was on his face as he kneeled beside me and took my hand. His light cologne mixed with the ocean scent. His tattooed arm rested in my lap and had my insides slowly coming to life. The dark blond hair that lined his face and the top of his head was perfectly arranged. Those piercing green eyes bored into mine, conveying so many emotions.

  “Are you okay, Melonee? I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes. It’s like you totally zoned out and went somewhere else. Am I boring you that much?” He smiled, and I could feel the moistness between my thighs.

  I opened my mouth to say something but instead crashed my lips against his. It didn’t take Roman any time to oblige my tongue’s request to enter his mouth. The moment our tongues found each other, a moan escaped from his throat and traveled all the way down to my pussy, causing my clit to tingle and thump like crazy. When Roman broke our kiss, it felt as if a piece of my soul had left my body.

  “Wha-wha-what’s wrong?” I whispered against his lips. Then my tongue tried to seek refuge in its new home again.

  “What did you want to tell me earlier?” Roman asked breathlessly, his low eyes searching my face for an answer.

  I didn’t want to lie, yet I didn’t want to tell the truth, either. However, I did want to feel him inside me, and if I were to say what I really wanted to tell him, my chances of having his dick buried deep in my love might evaporate. Another dizzy spell, just like the one earlier, hit me, a little harder this time, and caused my head to fall back. Luckily, Roman didn’t notice the pained expression on my face and began to place small kisses down the length of my neck. I moaned in response to his touch and pulled him closer to me. I heard the sounds of my beautiful ball gown ripping at the seams. Another spell hit me, and I ignored it again, while making a mental note never to drink that much in one night again.

  “Tell me what you wanted me to know,” he said in between kisses. “It sounded important.”

  “I—I—I just wanted you to know, uh, that I, um, don’t have a boyfriend.” Damn. It wasn’t entirely what I wanted to say, but he didn’t have to know that. I could feel Roman’s smile against my sensitive skin.

  “So that means . . .” He kissed my shoulder. “Your heart . . .” He kissed the spot above my right titty. “Your body . . .” He kissed my neck. “Your pussy . . .” He leaned down and kissed the part of my gown that covered my juice box. “And your soul belong to me now?”

  I grabbed his face on both sides and kissed his soft lips. “Only if you promise to never hurt me, them, or it.” I knew that what I had just agreed to let him claim would never go any further than what we did tonight, but I didn’t give a fuck.

  Roman found the zipper at the back of my dress and began to slowly pull it down. “You will never have to worry about me hurting you, Melonee, or any part of you. If I break your heart, honestly, I’d be breaking mine too.”

  We stared intently into each other’s eyes for what felt like forever. The connection we both felt was growing stronger and stronger with every touch, kiss, and look. After grabbing my hands, Roman, stood up and then pulled me up from my seat. As soon as I stood up straight, the gown, which had hugged every curve of my frame, fell to the floor, leaving my body on full display.

  Roman looked at me from head to toe with an appreciative expression on his face. He bit his bottom lip and mumbled something in Russian, which I didn’t understand. The lustful glint in his eye told me that whatever he had just said was a good thing and that he really liked the black lace bra and matching thong set that I had on. Not taking his eyes off me, Roman slowly unbuttoned every button on his shirt until his chest was in view and the sexy cut of his abs, pecs, and arms was on full display. He grabbed my hand after looking my body over one more time, then headed back into the house. By the time we reached his bedroom door, Roman had left a trail of his clothes as well as mine on the floor.

  Now that he was completely naked in front of me, I couldn’t help the way my eyes assaulted his body, from his broad shoulders to his muscled chest, to the eight-pack abs and the deep V cut that led to what could only be described as a third leg. Even his thighs and calves had me licking my lips in anticipation of our bodies being tangled together.

  “After you,” he offered after pushing open the bamboo double doors to his bedroom, with their contemporary waterfall glass. There was a predatory look on his face again, as if he was ready to eat me alive.

  I stepped into his bedroom, and my feet were greeted by the softest carpet I’d ever felt. The only description for the way my feet and toes felt as they sank into the lushness of his carpet was walking on clouds. That was exactly what it felt like, and I didn’t ever want to come down.

  Roman’s bedroom was everything I expected it to be. A glass wall like the other ones in the house gave you a breathtaking view of the beach and the boats that bobbed in the distance. A Villa Valencia king-size canopy bed with marble columns for posts and linen drapes sat on a platform in the middle of the room. Expensive bedding and decorative pillows covered most of the top of the bed. A bookcase stacked with all sorts of books lined the wall on the other side of the room, and antique pieces of bedroom furniture were arranged throughout. Huge plants had been strategically placed around the room, giving it a sort of tropical rain forest feel. I was so in awe of everything in the room that I didn’t notice Roman walk up behind me. He pushed me gently onto the soft bed.

  “You can see the rest of the room in the morning,” he said as he nestled his hard and sexy body between my open legs. “I have to be inside you right now. I need to feel your walls suffocating the life out of me.” The tip of his dick brushed against my clit, and my whole body went crazy. I could feel my juices running down the slit in my ass and making a puddle beneath me.

  “Please . . . Roman,” I damn near begged. My clit and his dick were rubbing together and causing a friction between us that needed to be tended to. I opened my legs up wider, welcoming him into his new haven of pleasure. Taking his lips to mine, Roman placed his dick at my entrance and slowly began to slide into me.

  “Fuck!” we both moaned in pure bliss the second our bodies became one.

  The farther he pushed into me, the wetter and tighter I became. I sucked him deeper into my being.

  “I don’t ever want to not know what if feels like to be inside you, Melonee. I don’t think I could go a day without it,” he whispered in my ear as his slow strokes gave way to a faster pace. “Whatever you really had to tell me doesn’t even matter anymore, as long as it ends with you becoming mine.”

  I arched my back at his words and allowed him deeper access into me. My pussy was so wet now that his dick easily glided in and out of me. The slow burn that started in my toes slowly made its way up my legs and thighs and into my belly. I knew I was about to cum, and Roman did too.
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  “Give me my shit, Mel,” he growled into my neck. His hips moved from side to side and worked my insides like crazy. “Don’t make me take it from you. . . . Shit.” Sweat started to roll down his face and drip onto mine, but I didn’t care. A few drops landed in my mouth, and surprisingly, I savored the masculine taste.

  “Fuck,” I moaned as my breathing changed and my hips started rocking into his.

  “Give what now belongs to me and only me, Melonee. I’m not going to ask again,” he said, his left hand circling my neck. My eyes rolled to the back of my head but popped back open when Roman began to lightly squeeze my neck. The slight cutoff of air to my body mixed with the way Roman was fucking me almost had me there. It wasn’t until those green eyes looked into mine, mirroring the same love I had for him, that I finally let loose and became all the way undone.

  Roman repeating the word mine over and over in my ear was the last thing I heard before my eyes rolled to the back of my head, my body flatlined, and I totally blacked out.

  Roman

  The annoying sound of the seagulls cawing constantly woke me from my sleep. I was confused about why I was even able to hear seagulls this early in the morning in the city. I rubbed my hand over my face and tried to focus my eyes on anything other than the back of my eyelids, but I was having a hard time doing so.

  What the hell did I have to drink last night? I thought to myself as I sat up on the side of my bed. I tried to remember anything that had happened between the time I left to go the charity event and now, but I kept coming up with a blank. I remembered hopping in the back of the car that José drove and riding to the hotel hosting the yearly event, and even I remembered sitting in the car and debating whether or not I wanted to go into the hotel. Anything after that . . .

  Placing my hands at my sides, I pushed up from the bed, with the intent of heading into the bathroom, but I fell back down on the bed the second I stood up. My body felt weird, nothing like it usually did when I woke up to take my morning piss. For some reason, I felt like I’d been hit by a Mack truck, and couldn’t move or feel a muscle in my body to save my life.

  “What the hell is going on?” I was feeling around the bed for my phone to check the time when my hand hit what felt like a stiff object on the opposite side of the bed. When I tried to focus my eyes on the body that was obviously lying next to me, I had to blink a few times before I could make out a curvy frame lying underneath the turquoise sheets.

  Who the hell did I bring home last night? I thought to myself as my eyes began to wander around the bedroom I was in. And why am I at the beach house?

  My vision was still kind of blurry, but I could make out some of the antique furniture pieces that the decorator I hired when I bought this place some years ago had placed in this room. I shook my head, trying to get my vision together, but all that did was make me dizzier and push the vomit sitting in my stomach up to my throat. It sprayed out of my mouth all over the plush carpet. My eyes watered as I gagged a few times on nothing but air. Remnants of whatever I had eaten and drunk last night turned the light beige carpet at my feet red.

  After grabbing the bottled water off the nightstand, I poured some in my mouth, swished it around, and spit it right back into the bottle. I could feel the bile rising from the bottom of my stomach again and decided to try to make it to the bathroom this time around. When I placed my hands at my sides and pushed up again, this time I was able to stand up and stay on my feet, though I swayed from side to side. It felt like I was drunk off my ass and was having the worst hangover ever. Stepping over my “masterpiece” on the floor, I slowly walked to the en suite bathroom and dropped to my knees in front of the porcelain toilet, just in time to catch another round of vomit. After finishing, I managed to crawl to the sink and rinse out my mouth with mouthwash and wash my face with a few splashes of water. Although the splashing did help me to wake up a little more, the pounding pain going on in my head had me squinting my eyes, trying to feel some type of relief.

  Ding-dong!

  I heard the doorbell ring, followed by what sounded like thunder hitting the door. Not only was the noise annoyingly loud, but it had my head aching way more than it had been a minute ago. Using the walls for support, I walked out of the bathroom in search of some shorts or something else to put on to answer the door. The banging continued as I slowly moved around the room, forgetting what I was looking for. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and then I looked back at the body lying in my bed and tried to remember anything that had happened last night. I squinted my eyes a little more than before, trying to get a glimpse of her face, but her dark hair was sprawled out over the pillow and was covering her face. I shook her foot to try to wake her up, but she didn’t budge at all. After moving my hand to her thigh, I lightly squeezed it a few times, but she still didn’t wake up.

  I rose to my feet and, without the aid of my hands, walked around to the side of the bed on which the unknown woman lying and stood in front of her. I moved her hair from her face a little and was greeted with some of the fullest, most beautiful lips I’d ever seen before. My dick instantly began to twitch as flashes of those sexy lips wrapped around my dick sometime last night flashed in my mind. With my vision still a little blurry, I took in her smooth dark skin, and another memory hit me. I looked in the direction of the glass window. Now light from the rising sun was coming in the room. I remembered the way the moon lit up the room last night and illuminated her dark skin, making it look like the smoothest velvet. Sexy expressions on her face and mine began to play like a gag reel in my head. The sound of her moaning my name and asking me to fuck her harder and deeper started to float around in my mind as well. I went to pull the covers off her but stopped when the banging on the door started up again, this time way louder than it was the first time.

  “Roman Black, this is the Los Angeles Police Department. Open the door now!”

  Los Angeles Police Department? I said silently. What are the police doing at my house? My eyes shifted to the woman lying in my bed. I know this don’t have anything to do with you. I don’t pay for pussy, and I never will, so you can’t be a prostitute.

  Looking around the room, I tried to find something to slip into so that I could answer the door and address whatever was going on with the police. Not seeing my pants or shorts on the floor, I walked back over to my side of the bed and started to feel underneath the covers. I could feel wet spot after wet spot as my hand glided over and under the sheets and comforter, but there was no sign of any of the clothes I had had on last night. After opting to grab some gray sweats and a T-shirt out of the dresser adjacent to the bed, I made my way to the bedroom door and opened it. As soon as I stepped out into the hallway, I could see a trail of clothes scattered over the floor, leading to the sliding glass doors. As I followed the trail and picked up clothes along the way, images of last night started to flash in my mind again.

  “Mr. Black. We have reason to believe that a very serious crime was committed here last night. Please open up the door so that we can rectify this situation if it’s a mistake,” a voice called through the front door.

  Very serious crime? Rectify this situation? What in the hell is he talking about? I thought. I dropped the clothes I had gathered outside my bedroom, pulled on the T-shirt and the gray sweats I had found in the dresser, and headed for the front door. Wiping my hand over my face, I braced myself for whatever was about to happen once I opened that door. And then I opened it.

  “There has to be some sort of mistake . . .” My words trailed off when the clicking sound of multiple guns being cocked hit my ears. I held my hands up, sobriety coming back instantly. I looked through the open front door, and my eyes scanned the front of my home. Dozens of police cars were on my lawn, along with various news outlets and paparazzi. The minute those vultures saw that it was me who had answered the door, the flashes on their cameras started going off.

  “Mr. Black. Mr. Black . . . Is it true? Did you kidnap, beat, and brutally rape a Ms. Melonee Reid
? Where is the body, Mr. Black? Is it still in there?” a news anchor shouted from her spot on my lawn.

  “Mr. Black,” said the balding officer who was standing directly in front of me, with his gun aimed at my chest. I could tell he was nervous by the way his hands, clasped around the butt of the gun, moved rapidly from side to side. Sweat beads were forming on the top of his head and the side of his face. “I’m going to need you to slowly step out of the house, with your hands on your head.”

  I put my hands on my head. “I don’t understand what’s going on here. Why are you all on my property at the crack of dawn, with guns drawn and the media all over my lawn?” I narrowed my eyes at the one I assumed was in charge of this circus. His eyes darted from mine to those of an officer who was standing by his side. I turned my attention to this other officer to try to get some answers.

  “Mr. Black, we need you to step out of the house so that we can make sure the claims that you abducted and raped a Ms. Melonee Reid are false,” said the balding officer.

  I looked at him with squinted eyes, letting what he’d said run through my mind. Melonee Reid? Melonee? Melonee? Oh shit! My eyes bucked, and I turned my head in the direction of my bedroom. Melonee’s in my bed. That’s whose sexy fuck faces keep flashing in my head, I thought to myself, and I could feel my dick getting hard when I remembered how wet and tight her pussy was and how that muthafucka came when I told it to. But rape . . . kidnapping? Where was all this coming from? Melonee and I had skipped the charity event as two consenting adults so that we could try to figure out what this connection between us was. Where did they get this ‘kidnap, rape and beat up’ thing from?

  I turned my attention back to the police and the media and began to smile. A deep, low rumbling started at the bottom of my stomach and turned into a full-blown laugh by the time it reached my mouth. I put my hands down. “Okay . . . okay. Who put you guys up to this?” I shook my head. “Was it Q’s crazy ass? Nah, it couldn’t be him. This has Benji’s name all over it.” I clapped my hands and laughed again. “Nice try, everyone. But the shit isn’t going to work anymore. You all can get the hell off my property now.”