by Kenya Wright
“I can do it myself or—”
“You won’t.”
“You don’t even know what I’m going to say.”
“Doesn’t matter. It started with you doing something. If I’m doing the favor, I carry out the action, and trust me, Mary Jane, I really want to do something to this guy. He’s a piece of shit guy who decides that the best way to get his girl back is to overload her phone with pictures of his tiny penis.”
It’s not that tiny, but I guess compared to yours, it’s fucking child-size.
Noah continued, “And when you don’t answer, he shifts from his porno Romeo affections to threats.”
“Fine, but I bet if I just—”
“No.”
“What if?”
“I want to break something,” Noah said matter-of-factly. “I think a good compromise is one leg.”
Stunned, I froze.
“What?” He frowned. “Legs heal. And he’d be able to limp as opposed to spending the next couple months in a wheelchair.”
“Yes, but the very act of someone breaking the leg. I mean, it’s barbaric.”
“Maybe the right hand? He probably used it to jack off to that picture of you. And naturally, his face wouldn’t be too pretty after our discussion.”
I widened my eyes. “You think these are compromises?”
He had the nerve to frown. “Then, what do you want?”
“Just a simple verbal threat. I mean, you look pretty fucking serious when you’re mad. That should do fine.”
“How would you know? You’ve never seen me mad.”
“At the party—”
“No, that was me annoyed.”
“What about when I first saw you on the stage and you were holding the gun and telling me to get off?”
“No, that was more puzzled and confused.”
“Then, what do you look like when you’re mad?”
“It’s not a look. It’s about what happens to the environment.”
“You mean like the sky thunders and lighten crackles, because Noah the King is pissed?”
“No.” His face became neutral. “When I’m mad, blood covers the streets. Bodies fall to the ground. Mothers and wives cry while they prepare funeral arrangements. The blocks go cold. People decide to stay inside for the evening.”
My face must’ve been priceless. Terrified and swooning all at once. What the hell was wrong with me? These were clear red flags. Not that one needed to state the obvious. But this was one of the moments when I should run fast away from a person like this.
But for some reason, as I sat on the blanket surrounded by glowing glass pebbles and the moonlight bathing the beach with his jacket covering me, I couldn’t run away. I didn’t want to move or leave. I wanted to learn more. And I had to have him. He was too fucking hot to ignore.
Noah continued, “I will break something on Harrold. He threatened you and got to see that beautiful, wet pussy. I’ve killed people for less. Watched the life leave their eyes. He needs to feel pain to understand I’m serious. Do you get that?”
Speechless, I nodded.
“For you, I’ll only break one thing. You pick.”
“I-I can’t pick.” I shook my head.
“You want me to pick?”
“Hell no.” My bottom lip quivered. “Maybe. . .okay. Maybe his pinky.”
A groan left him. “A pinky?”
“Yes.”
“Too small, but for you. . .I’ll do it.” He reached for me and anticipation radiated over my skin, but he didn’t touch my face. “For you. . .I would probably do many things.”
He placed his hands on my up-do and slowly, one by one, he freed the pins detaining my curls. I’d only used a few to keep the curls in place, but in seconds, he’d dismantled it, running his fingers through my curls and arranging them around my shoulders. The few times his fingertips stroked my flesh, it drove me crazy. Wet arousal moistened my thighs.
Damn, I want him. If he can make me hot playing in my hair, what else could he do with his hands?
The next moment, he answered my question. He drew me against him and consumed my lips. There was nothing left to say about Harrold. I could think of nothing, but Noah on top of me. I had to have him.
His next words were a sensual plea. “Can I taste you?”
“No.”
“Why not, Mary Jane?”
“Because you scare me.”
“A few kisses?”
“No.”
“Please.”
My heart beats increased. “I don’t want to have sex.”
“Fine. I only want to kiss her. May I?” He licked his lips and my entire body came undone. “Please, Mary Jane.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Lay down, beautiful.” He took his damn time lifting up my dress as I reclined. The soft blanket pressing against me. The starlit sky became my view. Cool air brushed against my bare legs.
He spread my thighs and muttered, “Goddamn it.”
“What?” I tried to rise, but he tenderly pushed me back down.
Kissing my thighs, causing me to shudder against his mouth, he whispered with annoyance, “I don’t have time for this, but damn. . .I’m definitely going to take my time. I’m going to lick you until your dry and fast asleep.”
I giggled. “Now who’s telling jokes?”
His answer was an action. He buried his face into my sex and rubbed his chiseled chin against my pussy. He sucked and lapped like I had a gun to his head and the only way he could live was to make me come.
“Oh, fuck!” I curled my toes.
He would not stop lapping and licking. His mouth continued making love to my sex while I twisted and turned, moaning like a wild woman. My voice rose over the sound of ocean waves and the rippling of his tongue pushing in and out.
Suddenly, I erupted into nothing but a buffet of pleasure. My pussy exploded. My nipples blazed to numbness. My skin shuddered against him. Color exploded into taste. Sound mingled with heat. My mouth was an open mess and I screamed Noah’s name over and over. I babbled. At one point, I think I drooled a bit, still riding the shock waves.
What the hell was that?!
An orgasm wasn’t supposed to be that way. Impairing the senses with lightning fast speed. Orgasms weren’t supposed to make my legs spasm and me mumble incomprehensible things to the world. Orgasms didn’t disrupt the mind and make the heart boom out of my chest.
What the hell was that?!
I’d come many times before. Nice, little soft orgasms. A little moan here. A gyrate there, and I had a subtle finish that lasted for a few seconds. The orgasm that Noah gave me wasn’t subtle. It was wrong and wild, raw and terrifying. It ripped through me. What had he done to me? I’d thought only drugs were supposed to give people this feeling, a sensation of erotic euphoria. A tongue wasn’t supposed to do this. Or had I been letting the wrong dudes eat me all this time?
Now, I finally understand why Mom always said, “Stay away from the bad boys.”
The world went dark. It was hard to keep my eyes open as another tiny orgasm shuddered through me. He continued to lap and suck as I passed the fuck out and drowned in an oasis of pleasure.
Damn you, Noah.
Chapter 9
Noah
A misogynist stood in the marketplace and announced:
"I'm putting my wife up for sale, tax-free!"
When people asked him why, he said:
"So the authorities will impound her."
–Philogelos (The Laughter Lover)
Mary Jane fell asleep after yelling my name at least five times. I stopped counting when my cock twitched in envy.
I wanted her so fucking bad, my teeth rattled. My hands desperately gripped her hips, rocking her center into my face. I wanted to pound Mary Jane, turn her over. Have her moans speak thunder. Have the blood surge through her veins. Make her heart wonder. I wanted to fog her brain. Have her soul sink. Go under.
And then roar, “You’re mine, Mary Ja
ne!”
But I couldn’t take her on the beach. Our first time needed to be in a bed. She needed something soft under her while I pumped hard into her. She needed the head board knocking loudly against the wall to understand who the fuck she had in her bed. She needed the beauty of my master suite, the scent of our sex against silken sheets, to forget about the darkness in my heartbeats and all the blood I’d splattered on these streets.
So I made her come hard.
What a lovely sight it was to behold.
After, she passed out. It could’ve been all the crazy shit that I’d involved her in. She’d found herself somewhat kidnapped. And also, she’d exerted tons of energy as she beat my guard with that dildo. There could’ve been another reason for why she lay, exhausted with soft snores on the blanket surrounded by sparkling glass.
It could have been many things, but I knew it was my tongue. And that very fact had me grinning as I picked her up and carried the beautiful sleeping princess away.
Crusher jumped out of the limo wearing an odd expression on his face.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing, boss.”
You better not say it. Although, I know what you’re thinking . Why, Boss, were you eating the fuck out of the one witness that can put you in jail right now?
Mary Jane could be a witness to many crime cases that the police would love to pin on me. But the only reason why the cops cared now was because my men had shot kids. The commissioner wanted them gone. I would do it. Problem solved. Only then, with Rasheed and Domingo out, could I let Mary Jane go. Even if she did go to the cops, they’d be back in my favor. If not, I would have to make some tough decisions.
I shoved those thoughts out of my mind. “Go grab the blanket out there and take us over to Manny’s. Have you heard from 305 or Fuji yet?”
“Yeah. They got the jerk-off named Harrold out there. The motherfucker was jacking off to some picture of Mary Jane in his car. It was his dumb luck that they happened to be searching the parking lot for him.” Crusher grinned. “305 said Fuji went crazy on the guy after he realized he’d been threatening Mary Jane. Beat him up really good.”
You were supposed to wait, Fuji. No one said to hit him. You were to leave the fun for me. What the fuck? It’s like she’s taken over my guard. Did he just disobey my order to defend her honor?
I placed Mary Jane in the limo and climbed back out to ask Crusher one more thing, “Hey, did Fuji break something?”
“Yeah. Both legs. The guy probably can’t write with his hands either. And Fuji is sure he cracked his jaw, but he wanted me to make sure you knew that he didn’t kill him.”
Yeah, motherfucker. You didn’t break my rule, but you did ruin my fun. And Mary Jane’s going to be pissed.
“Fine.” I frowned. “Tell them to make sure this Harrold understands that he’s not to communicate with Mary Jane and then, let him go. We don’t need to go to Manny’s now. Just take us home.”
“Let him go?” Crusher frowned which was never a great sight.
“Yes.”
“But I had my cds out.”
“Just fucking play them now. You don’t get to hurt him to the songs, but you can listen to them as we go home. Just don’t fucking play them so loud,” I said through clenched teeth. “And make sure Fuji doesn’t break anything else.”
“But. . .”
“What?”
Get over it. You can’t kill him tonight.
“Nothing, Boss.” Crusher rushed off to grab the blanket.
I knew what my bodyguard had probably figured. If not for Mary Jane, Harrold would’ve been another body in my freezer tonight. It might’ve been a bit much, but Harrold had the gift of bad fucking timing. Sending that picture of her, while I dealt with Domingo face-to-face, guaranteed that he would be priority number two on my shit list.
The fact that he’d even snapped a picture like that made me want to choke him. That beautiful sex of hers bloomed in the image—moist and dripping honey on the folds. The damned image had made my cock hard.
Why the fuck did I give in to her? Harrold better not fuck up anymore. I know that. If he does, I’ll slice him from ear to ear.
I got inside of the car. Still sleeping, Mary Jane groaned a little and slumped against the door on her side. It looked uncomfortable, so I did my best not to wake her as I lifted her up and brought her to my side. I’d only been trying to give her a better position, so she wouldn’t wake up sore.
But then she groaned again, opened her eyes a little, and whispered, “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“You know what.”
“Is the thanks for my tongue?”
“That, too.” She yawned and rose, scooting closer to me. “I heard what Crusher said. Thanks for letting Harrold go.”
“Did you hear that your favorite bodyguard broke his legs and hand?”
“I heard.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and curled her little body toward me.
“Are you pissed with Fuji?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“Fuji is my friend. He can do stupid violent things, but I won’t date a guy that’s violent. That’s just crazy.”
Dating? Are we dating?
She rested her head on my shoulder and snuggled some more, making me forget what I was thinking.
“I’ve got you, Noah.” She yawned. “Just let me take a quick nap and when I wake up, I’ll take care of you.”
You’ve got me? How cute. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I planned to taste and fuck you later. Take your nap.
She fell asleep on me, whispering, “So good.”
My body stiffened. I didn’t cuddle. It wasn’t my thing. But I couldn’t move her away. No reasons came to mind, but I felt it deeply inside. I couldn’t move her away. She felt so soft and warm against me.
Dating?
“What an interesting day.” I covered her with my jacket and lowered her dress over her legs. My heart blared in my chest and I counted the beats along with her soft snores, seizing the only time I could to meditate and keep my mind still. My fingers itched to write a list on who I needed to kill tomorrow. A list on things to do next week. I had no idea what I would write. Sometimes, I only needed the action of the pen touching the pad to make me feel better.
My cock grew even harder as Mary Jane’s soft breaths turned into light snoring.
The idea to write a list went out the window.
Focus. Meditate. That way I’ll be still and won’t wake her.
Crusher started the limo and we drove away.
I counted my breaths and stilled my mind.
One. Two. Three.
Many issues still awaited me today. I had to kill Domingo. There was no denying that. Earlier that day, I’d planned to shoot whoever was responsible for murdering the kids. Now, I was sure Domingo was guilty. He stabbed Rasheed, removing my ability to investigate further. And he’d clearly gone crazy. His mother said he went loony right after the innocent kids died. She even suspected that he’d been involved, a woman who knew nothing about the game, but a great deal about her son.
Domingo had lost his mind—painting himself like Jesus, forcing his son to wear a crown of thorns, and scrawling biblical scriptures all over the house. He’d always been religious, but not bat shit, crazy religious. What kind of birthday party had that been? What was his behavior doing to his kids and family?
Domingo had enough power in the North that he could terrorize a lot of people in the name of Jesus and the cops wouldn’t do much about it. I’d given him that power and now, I would take it back.
It’s time, Domingo. If only so your kids can have a better life. If only so the children of this city can walk the streets safely.
Innocents were never supposed to be slain. Only us. We chose this life. We would die by it. But the kids, women, and the ones who never involved themselves in the game, they were never to be touched. Unmarked. Never involved. Blind to the darkness. Clean from all the blood.
How did we all change so completely, Domingo? And why were Butterfly’s girls there? Is she wondering who will run the city? I should pay her a visit.
Guilt and sorrow resided in the bottom of my gut. Of all the kills in my life, this one twisted me badly. All of them gave me nightmares. It was another reason why I didn’t have women sleep with me. The last thing I needed people whispering about in the streets was how the Beast woke up screaming and covered in sweat every morning. Meditating helped stop the nightmares, sometimes.
The odd night carried on.
Crusher continued to drive us home. He finally got to play that goddamned cd of his. Disney songs boomed from the front. He began with A Whole New World, hinting at his good mood. His two favorite musicals were Aladdin and The Little Mermaid. Anytime those songs played, he’d be grinning and crooning along with the lyrics. Nothing was as sinister as Crusher singing Under the Sea. It was one of the few things that really scared the shit out of me.
And all knew that if Be Our Guest played from his apartment, he was in the middle of torturing someone. I’d watched him do some ill things to that song and had to sneak off to vomit later.
Why is he in such a good mood?
Din City rushed by the limo’s window. Buildings towered and almost touched the stars glittering the sky. So late, the sidewalks were bare of the upright folk. My world had woken up. The thugs came out, yawning and hovering over street corners and hiding in the shadows of alleyways. Hookers strolled the boulevard, high out of their minds and barely draped in anything more than sheer tops and lace bottoms. Some stomped in their six-inch heels, waving to the car as we rode by. Soldiers from both sides—Domingo’s and Rasheed’s—prowled the bullet-riddled pavement. Their gazes went to the limo. I bet some shuddered and others considered running away.
Good.
Memories plagued me. My heart drummed even louder. I held Mary Jane’s warm body closer to me and shut my eyes to the world. For the first time since Domingo’s and Rasheed’s beef, I let myself succumb to anger and regret. I lowered myself into those emotions. Let myself feel for a few moments.
Why is life so fucked up sometimes?
So many memories. I thought back to that night in the basement with Domingo and Rasheed. I remembered the first time I had sex. The same night I’d introduced Rasheed to Vivian. We’d all ditched school and went back to Butterfly’s parent’s house. Back then, Butterfly and her cousins were just as wild as us. I’d taken Butterfly’s virginity. Domingo served as look out, making sure her abusive father didn’t come home. And we’d pumped our young dicks into their virginal wet holes, making harmonious music with the bed springs and their moans. Those were the days. Once, Butterfly’s father had come home too early and slapped the shit out of her. That was the last time he was able to use his right hand.
