“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped. “I went to prison because of you, and you went and fucked the one person I told you to stay away from.”
“Ugh, fuck you!” came out before I could swallow the words that I knew would further piss him off. “I’m not the reason you were in prison. You’re a fucking psycho who tried to beat a man to death.” Did I feel guilty about him being in prison? Yes. I knew King was jealous and possessive. I should have never tried to play that game with him. Did I feel responsible? No. It had been his actions and his alone that had put him behind bars.
“Because of you,” he hissed in my face.
“Because you could never take what you put out,” I rebutted. He’d told me to leave him alone. I did, then he’d fucked a thousand girls after me, flaunting each one in front of me. When I became interested in one man besides him, he’d lost his mind. But King was the type to stab you in the heart, then pretend he was bleeding.
He hissed. “Because you’re a deceitful whore.”
I snapped. “Go to hell. Get off me!” No matter what I said, King was going to believe what he wanted, so I wasn’t about to argue with him. I’d only have to put up with him for a couple of days, I guessed. Either the police would be coming for me for what I’d done to Ellis, or Ellis would be coming because of what I’d done to him. Either way, I would not have to deal with King and Momma for long.
“Not just yet. I came into your room for a reason.” His fingers were still tight around my throat when his other hand disappeared under the sheet. He ran his cold fingertips over my breast. He followed it with his warm tongue then his sharp teeth, slightly biting into the nipple.
“Oh God-” my throaty whisper forcefully slipped from between my pursed lips.
He let my arm that he’d been holding go to massage my hip. Callused fingers dugs into the plush flesh, causing goosebumps to break out over my skin. I immediately and unsuccessfully tried to push him away. He trapped my arm again “Don’t make me do this, King.” He chuckled darkly.
“I remember saying the same words to you the night you fucking cursed me. Touch me, King.” He mocked my words. “You remember saying that?”
I fisted my hand at my side. I wasn’t going to let him make a fool out of me. He’d wanted me back then just as much as I’d wanted him.
“No. Touch yourself.” I know it sounded childish, but it was all I had at the moment.
He punished my disobedience by burying his head in the crook of my neck and pressing his teeth into my pulse. He bit down, applying just enough pressure to hurt, but not break skin. He sucked it roughly before lifting his mouth.
“Touch me!” he growled so deeply I could feel his voice vibrating.
Heat filled my lower belly.
“No.” A whine tinged my voice. I hated it. I hated feeling like the eighteen-year-old girl King use to control.
All in one swift motion he maneuvered himself, so that he was sitting up, he straddled my thighs. Using his weight, he continued to restrain me. Forcefully, he grabbed the hand that had been trapped under me. My balled-up fist, he brought up to his right pec. He squeezed my wrist until his grip was so painful, I thought it would break. I had no choice but to open my hand. When I did, he dragged it down the hard plains of his torso over his abdomen, then guided it into his boxers. He stopped when my hand met hard, unyielding flesh. His cock was hot, even though his fingertips were cold.
“See how hard you make me. Stroke it.” I could no longer see him, not even his eyes. The tone of his voice dared me not to do what he commanded.
“Fuck you.” I snatched the hand he had trapped at my side from his grip and pressed the heel of it against his abdomen. I tried to push him off, but he refused to be moved. Next, I made a futile attempt to buck him off me. I wasn’t strong enough; he was too big. He’s unmovable and formidable and I want to cry. But I wouldn’t.
I continued to fight until he resorted to choking me. He leaned down. His large hand wrapped around my neck. He squeezed, using just enough pressure to still and unravel me. A soft whimper forcefully escaped. My body fought for air on instinct, but also became aroused. My nipples hardened and my pussy gushed.
King had long ago introduced me to sexual asphyxia. He was confusing my body.
My breathing grew ragged.
Finally, I fisted his cock.
He hissed on contact.
I whimpered. Feeling his hard warmth in my hands brought back so many memories. Quick flashes of swollen lips, bruised knees and sticky thighs. Sex had always been good between us, nearly everything else was bad.
He released the grip on my neck but made sure my hand remained wrapped around his dick.
“You’re playing games now, Eden. You used to like to touch me like this, begged me to let you do it on many occasions. Now you’re trying to make me seem as if I’m the bad guy asking you to touch me,” he said, playing the victim again. “But that’s okay. I enjoy being the bad guy, and I have so many games we will play together. I’ll call the first one ‘Prison.’ I will be the warden, and you’re the inmate. If I say it, you do it, or there will be consequences. Just thinking about taking four years of pent up aggression out on your body, having you at my mercy, giving you what you deserve has my dick so hard…. And I know you will cooperate. Right, Eden?” He answered for me. “Yeah, you will,” “Because you know I know all about your skeletons and where the graves are. So, you can either do what I say or….” He left the rest hanging in the air. My whole body tensed at his threat.
I could feel his intense stare on me as he waited for me to acknowledge my defeat. I knew exactly what skeletons he was talking about, and the last thing I needed was for him to go digging them up. I knew about King’s misdeeds too, but he’d been smart enough not to let me know where he’d buried his. I had no other choice but to do what he said.
“Okay, I’ll do it.” I shrugged. “What’s your end game? What in the fuck is it that you want from me?”
He laughed.
“I want my pound of flesh. I want you to regret lying to me. To regret meeting me as much as I regret meeting you.”
I almost laughed at his reply. If that was his goal, he had already achieved it … I kept that part to myself.
“Since you have nothing further to say, and we’ve come to an agreement, stroke me, the way I like it. How I taught you.” Instead of letting go and letting me do it he guided my hand, making me manipulate his hard flesh for a moment. When he let go instinct took over, and I gripped him firmly. I stroked him, fast, from base to tip, trying my best to milk him. The sounds he made caused my nipples to tighten. My skin burned and my pussy ached.
He knew I was trying to make him cum fast. Knocking my hand away he hissed, “You won’t get out of this that easily. On your knees, Eden and remember, if you yell, our secret gets out.”
His weight lifted.
I told myself that I was doing what he said because of his threat, but deep down I wanted what I knew would come next. Thick slickness wetting my thigh was evidence of that.
I pushed myself up on my hands and knees, burying my head in the pillow. I gripped the headboard. Anticipation had me breathing heavy.
“Arch your back and keep it arched,” he ordered.
He didn’t give me time to follow directions before he took control.
King splayed his big hand right above my ass and pushed me down. My back dipped; legs spread. He pushed his hips forward. The head of his dick teased my clit. He ran it up, then down my slit, then I felt it pressing at my entrance. “Pussy too tight,” he groaned. “Can’t fuck you how I planned just yet.”
His breathing was ragged as he slid in excruciatingly slow, stretching me, letting me adjust, then stretching me more. He was giving my pussy more consideration now than he did when I’d given him my virginity. Then again, he was just probably trying his best not to cum too quickly.
He took his time. When he was fully inside of me, he grabbed my arms pulling them behind me. My back bowed in the m
iddle. My ass rose even higher. I bit my tongue to keep from moaning. I didn’t want him to know how much I liked what he was doing to me.
I couldn’t help but like it. My body knew whom it belonged to and I hated that.
“Fuck me back, Eden.”
I undulated my hips, dancing into his dick.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Four years, I been dreaming of doing this again, every night.”
He gave me a few, long, deep punctuated strokes that made me think he really had missed me. Hell, the way he stroked me made me think I had missed him. When he found my sweet spot, he plucked at it until my body felt like liquid.
“You’re still mine. I can feel it.” He groaned, sending chills down my spine.
His thrust picked up, going deep.
“To do with as I please.”
His grip on my arms got rougher.
“To do to what I please.”
He pushed impossibly deep inside of me. I had to convince myself I could take it.
“Don’t you miss this?” he asked.
He spread my ass going deeper. I cried out. The sounds I made were embarrassing and my skin felt too hot and sensitive.
“Say it. You miss me. Say you’re mine, Eden.” He was nearly begging me too.
I fisted the sweat-slicked sheets and bit my tongue.
When I didn’t say what he wanted to hear, he stopped suddenly. He tapped my hip. “Lay on your back, Eden.” He rasped out. I could feel the impatince rolling off of him. I took my time because I was being petty and because my legs might as well have been noodles.
When I lay flat on my back, he hovered over me, lording over me. “It’s okay. You’ll eventually tell me what I want to hear,” he said as he made his way down between my legs. He licked and sucked at my exposed skin as he went. Nipping at flesh. Marking me.
My soul nearly ascended from my body when his tongue came in contact with my clit. I hadn’t had my pussy eaten in years. Ellis had reserved that for whomever else he was fucking. I missed it, Lord knows I did.
My back came up off the bed. He splayed his hand on my belly and pushed me back down. He wrapped his arms around my thighs locking them down. He fucked me with the tip of his tongue until I begged.
“Please.” I didn’t know what I was begging for, but he did. He gave it to me when he sucked my clit into his mouth. He didn’t stop until I was trembling and cumming.
Then he kissed his way back up my body causing my nerves to pulse. He stopped at my breasts. He twirled his tongue over my left nipple. I shivered. He grazed his teeth over my right. I moaned and ran my hand threw his silky hair, gripped it and held him there. He sucked my nipple until I was on the verge of cumming again, then pulled away suddenly. “My turn,” he growled, before he slammed into me and began plowing my pussy.
Eden: Lockdown
Present
I watched Momma while she cooked. She was so pretty. Tall, dark, shaped like an hourglass. and attractive like a model, with a long slender neck, high cheekbones, and long thick hair. I remember being young and wishing I looked like her. I wanted to look in the mirror and see an African Queen staring back at me too. But all I saw was a girl with caramel skin, a round face with eyes that were too big and strange freckles. I was 5’4” and chubby, I did have the hourglass figure, but Momma was a brickhouse though. We both matched on the inside though. Both broken Black women, with ugly selfish attitudes. I was aware of my own issues; too bad Momma wasn’t aware of hers.
“When are you going back to your husband?” she asked, breaking me out of my admiration of her. Her tone let me know she was about to start an argument.
“I hope never. But you don’t have to worry about my being here for much longer.” Momma and I didn’t have the type of relationship where I could run to her for safe haven. She was too self-absorbed and only tolerated me when she had to. That tolerance had ended the minute she thought I’d crossed her.
As soon as King told her his lies, she’d packed my shit, sat it by the front door, and told me to get out. I won’t lie on her and say she’d been a totally callous about it. She’d given me a few hundred dollars before putting me out.
Sucking her teeth, Momma turned and wagged the spatula she was holding in her hand in my direction.
“I suggest you watch your fucking tone. See, that’s why that man beat your ass. Your mouth. That’s a good man you left for no reason,” she bitched. I blocked her out. She was the last person I would take relationship advice from.
My mother had terrible taste in men, my daddy included. I was eight when he left her for one of her friends. But I can remember how much he made her cry before he left. He was a bum too. He didn’t work, stayed out late, and called her all kinds of fucked up names. She took it until one day he just didn’t show up again.
After him, there were Earl and Carl. They both were younger than her, but she let them walk all over her. They both cheated. They would both beat her ass whenever they felt like it.
They all left eventually, then she searched for a new one instead of getting her life together.
I guess she decided a change of race would change her luck. That’s where James, King’s father came in. His being white made no difference. He turned out to be the exact same as all the men she’d had before him. He left too.
“Eden.” Momma called my name when I hadn’t acknowledged her.
I looked up to find her watching me. Her aggrevation with me shone bright in her eyes.
“Your and my definition of good are very fucking different. I know you don’t want me here, and I won’t be here for long,” I said.
Just as I finished my declaration, King came sauntering into the kitchen wearing only a pair of boxers, looking refreshed, as if he hadn’t kept me up all night fucking me raw and bitching about my supposed betrayal.
When he turned to look at me, I dropped my head into the cereal bowl I was eating from. But I could see momma's face light up out of my peripheral. I’m not sure if my Momma wanted to fuck King or if she saw him as her actual son, but either way she always treated him better than she’d ever treated me.
Like flipping a switch, I watched as her entire demeanor changed. A smile curved her thick lips, and her tone dropped an octave too soft. She bounced on her feet.
I squeezed the bridge of my nose hoping to stave off an incoming headache.
“It’s not that I don’t want you here. It’s just that I’m concerned by how depressed you seem being away from your husband.” She was putting on a show, playing the concerned mother.
Yeah, clean that shit up, I thought.
“Good morning, Ashford.” She smiled at him after letting bullshit spew from between her lips.
“Good morning, Momma.” I could feel his eyes heavy on me.
A aggravated sigh slipped from between my lips.
I hated when he called her Momma. He only did it because he knew it annoyed me.
Momma giggled. “I cooked you a welcome home breakfast. I’ve got sausage and biscuit, grits with butter and milk like you like it.”
I sucked my teeth. She hadn’t even offered me anything.
I wanted to laugh. I wanted to cry.
“Okay,” I said aloud. “Whatever,” I mumbled under my breath.
“You two are always bickering.” King interjected in this sugary sweet tone that made my ass itch. I looked up just to roll my eyes at him.
He was watching my face, studying me. That was the first time we’d seen each other in the light of day in nearly four years. King looked exactly the same, like time had frozen him. His glasses were back though.
He searched my eyes as if looking for something and a deep line etched in his forehead.
I dropped my head.
I heard him thank Momma for the plate she handed him. I felt it when he took a seat next to me. His knee brushed mine.
“We’re not arguing,” my momma lied. “I’m just trying to get her to see the errors in her ways. She needs to go back to her husband. I was t
rying to explain to her that some things are bound to happen in marriage and she just has to learn how to deal with them.” “She turned her back to us. King’s eyes narrowed dangerously in my direction. The cold fury in them lifted the hairs on the back of my neck.
“Is that so? What things are bound to happen?” If Momma knew about our relationship his tone would have set off all kinds of alarms. He was angry at the mention of me and Ellis together.
“They had a fight,” she volunteered.
King’s eyes suddenly zeroed in on the cut on my lip, the bruising around my eyes, the handprints around my neck. He knew they weren’t his. He never left marks.
He scowled. “He hit you?”
“No. They fought. He said Eden hit him too.” Momma defended Ellis. She thought he was the best thing to ever happen to us. As long I was married to him, he paid her bill’s and sent her an allowance. I had married the man she wanted. They talked more than we did. When she came to visit me, she was really visiting him. He would also call her weekly to complain about me and make excuses for beating my ass when he felt like it, then momma would chastise me for not being a good wife.
King cut his eyes at Momma before swinging them back to me.
“When will you be going back to hubby?” He said it like he was daring me to answer him and telling me I was never going back all in the same breath.
“I don’t think it’s any of your business,” I spat.
Momma spoke up for him right away. “You don’t have to talk to him like that.”
He waved her off. “It’s okay, Momma. I know how Eden is.”
Momma changed the subject and started talking about the coronavirus, safer at home guidelines and King’s parole. I guess he was staying with her until he got all his legal issues worked out.
Then she fussed at him about adding more tats to his body and he told her how pretty she looked
They made me nauseous.
They continued to talk while my mind drifted…
Eden: The Story of Us
King: Darker Than Romance Page 2
