by Amo Jones
He kisses me once.
Twice.
Then we start kissing all over again, tongues clashing together in a soft dance of pent-up energy.
He places another single kiss on my lips, then growls and yanks me into him where I wrap my legs around his waist again, needing to be as close as possible to him.
He finally stops after putting another three kisses down. He rests his forehead against mine, our breathing intertwining together in ragged intakes of air. “Yeah, you’re not going any-fucking-where but my bed tonight.”
I lick my swollen lips, missing the touch of his on mine. “Now? Take me there now.”
“Beast (Southpaw Remix)”—Tech N9ne, Busta Rhymes
Aeron pushed Beatrice down onto the mattress, crawling up her little body like a hungry caged beast. He wants her more than he’ll admit. He knew that from the moment he saw her in that damn bar, but he just didn’t recognize it then, and right now wasn’t the time he was going to think about it either. Because he fucking wanted her. Something deep inside of him craved her on a whole ‘nother level. A level that no human had experienced much less reached—or conquered. It will be the level that would hit them with Game Over, but he wanted her that badly—and if he was reading her right, which he is very fucking good at doing—she wants him too.
A dark shadow casts over his eyes as he yanks the bow that ties her little red top together. He fucking loves this shirt. Red is his favorite color. Red is a strong color, it’s the color that represents victory, revenge, and sacrifice—it is the color of blood. With a heaving breath, his finger traces down her breasts and over her nipples. He grins as she bucks and pants, begging him to make the ache go away.
Little did she know, he was going to make the pain worse before he’d take it away, and he won’t take all of it away, he’ll ruin her. He’ll leave an ounce of pain still lingering on the surface every time he’s with her—enough for her to crave him. To yearn for him, she will soon see that she has been poisoned and it was only him who was her antidote. No one else can cure her but him.
“Aeron…” she moans, his name slipping from her lips. He wants to put that into every fucking track that he’s releasing just so the whole world knew that she called for him.
Correction, how she once called for him—before he tore her apart.
Aeron pumped his dick, a glistening sheen of sweat covering his skin. A bead of pre-cum lit up the tip of his cock, so he swiped at it with his thumb, and then pressed it to her lips. She peered up at him all doe-eyed, and for a split second, he wanted to kill any motherfucker she ever looked at with those eyes. He still could. He hated that he felt this way. He was weak for this girl, it wasn’t a good idea. But, fuck it.
She wraps her lips around his thumb, curving her tongue around the shape of it and slowly sucks. Aeron’s eyes roll to the back of his head. “Again, Cub,” he groans, reaching his breaking point. He needs to be fed. The hunger that’s swimming inside of him is familiar, he’s well acquainted with the feeling, but he’s only ever experienced it during a hit. Never in his lifetime has he ever felt like this during sexual acts. Right now, every feral emotion and feeling is heightened, and he knew there was no way out. There is nothing stopping this now, she has awoken something that should only ever be awake when someone needs to be eradicated.
She’s awoken the beast.
I suck his thumb again and watch as his fingers stretch me wide.
“Get on your elbows, Cub, watch.”
His face dives between my thighs and I tilt my head back, a moan erupting out of my chest at the touch of his slick tongue against my clit. He grips my thighs and slams me into his face. “Watch!”
I obey, letting my attention stay on him.
Having his face between my legs again—only this time far more intimately—has my head spinning. I watch as his tongue drags up my slit, his eyes on mine, then he pauses.
“How many people have you fucked, Cub?” He flicks his tongue over my clit again.
“What?” I ask, but it comes out as a whisper, my clit aching to be ravished again.
He blows on it instead. “How many guys have had their dick in this sweet little cunt.”
I ignore the C-bomb. “Why are you asking me this right now?” I go heavy on the ‘now.’
He glares. “Answer the question.”
“Shit, ah, three, I think. Almost, sort of four.”
“How is there an almost sort of?” he asks, leaning on his elbow. The lighting is dim enough to shade most of his bedroom but casts the perfect beacon over his face.
“It just didn’t go that far.”
His finger slips inside of me and he remains still, his eyes on mine. “I’m trying to figure out which of the two fights that I’m currently battling with inside of me, I want to feed right now.”
“How about the one between my legs?” I suggest, apparently not shy at all.
He laughs, his head tilting back and then he crawls up my body, his thickness pressing against my apex. He grinds his hips into me and my eyes roll to the back of my head as I bite down a moan.
“Don’t fight it, Beatrice,” he whispers over my lips. “I need you to scream, baby, so I’m going to fuck you hard.” Then his cock slams into me, the tip of him smashing against the wall of my cervix. The pain and sting plows through me like an eruption, a dark intrusion, but when he pulls out and sinks back in, the pain slowly evaporates, and the gentle stir of desire possesses me.
He carries on with the same rhythm until sweat glistens between us as our bodies slap together. His kisses over my flesh become urgent, needy. His hands are everywhere, and his mouth is on my neck. He bites down, and the sting has me screaming out in pain, the mixture between the bite and the pleasure pushing me to new euphoric heights—highs I never want to come down from. Highs I wouldn’t mind overdosing on.
He leans up and wraps my hair in one fist, yanking my head back. He tilts his head as he pounds into me, his pelvis smashing against my clit.
I explode around him, my orgasm rippling through me in waves—waves I’m sure I’ll drown in.
Pulling out of me, gripping onto my hips and flipping me onto my stomach, he slows his thrusting, and then pulls me up onto all fours and presses my head down onto the mattress as he sinks inside of me again and thrusts into me harder.
He fucks me hard and fast, my body smashing forward and then dropping backward against him in a rhythm that never loses its tune. His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls out and flips me onto my back. I look up at him, my eyes lazy from my orgasm and my body dripping in sweat. He grabs his heavy cock and pumps it. “You want this cock in your mouth, Cub?”
My eyes drop to it and I lick my lips. “Yes.”
“Say it,” he answers, biting his bottom lip as he goes to the edge of the bed and stands, all while his hand never stops. I follow him, crawling until I’m looking up at his muscled body and heavy cock. It glistens with my cum, his thumb grazing over the bead of pre-cum that forms on the very tip.
I lick my lips, peering up at him. “I want you in my mouth.”
He chuckles, his eyes lazy. Then with his other hand, he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back, his muscles tensing with the movement. “Say cock, baby. Let me hear all the dirty words come out of that innocent little mouth.”
Innocent?”
I lean forward, and even though his hand is buried in my hair, he allows it but maintains a firm and possessive grip. I draw my tongue out and wrap it around the base of his trunk. Instantly I taste myself and him mixed together, and it’s the most exotic taste I’ve ever experienced.
He yanks me back, jarring my head. “Say it.”
I lick my lip because I want him inside anywhere I can take him. “I want your dick inside of me, Aeron.”
His eyes roll back, then he unleashes me, and I wrap my lips around his head and suck him down, bringing my hand to his base. I can’t fit the whole thing in my mouth, so I spit on it and use my hand to twist and tug,
like I watched him do.
He groans, and by God, that launches rockets inside of me that I never knew were there. It gave me a sense of power that I could bring someone so powerful, so beautiful, but most of all, so dark, to a place of pleasure. There’s power in that.
I suck some more, and then lean down and lick his balls, peering up at him from below.
“Fuck,” he cusses, and then loses it and his hand flies to below my chin, his fingers sprawling out over my cheeks. He squeezes, his eyes turning dark like storm clouds closing in. “I want to punish you, Beatrice. I need it. Give it to me.”
I lick my lips and then nod softly. “Okay.”
He wraps his hands around my thighs and yanks me down the bed until my legs are dangling off the edge. Then he grabs onto my hips, yanking me to standing until my palms land on the bed and I’m bent over. He kicks my legs open, and I try to look over my shoulder to see what he’s doing. He takes the bandana out of his pocket, and I close my eyes, instantly knowing that he wants to blindfold me again. Only the scarf slips past my eyes and rests around my neck. He yanks on it and it tightens, choking me instantly. Then he chuckles and loosens it.
Oh God.
I don’t have to see to know that he’s looped the bandana into a quick slip knot. He leans over and then his tongue touches the base of my neck and trails up my spine until it comes to the back. His cock slips inside of me and I groan from the fulfillment, my head swinging back. He yanks on the bandana and pounds into me so hard I feel like my cervix is going to erupt inside my belly. A loud slap sounds out just as a sharp sting hits my ass and I scream out, my back arching from the pain. God, that hurt, but the sting slowly subsi—he hits me again, this time his palm feels so much heavier than the last. If he does it again, I’m almost certain my cheek will explode. His hand comes to the back of my neck and he flips me onto my back, dives back inside of me while stretching my legs wide, sweat dripping off our bodies. His mouth comes to my nipple and he bites it, just as he slams into me again, then his other hand grabs the scarf and tugs on it again, this time cutting off all oxygen.
Shit.
When I think he’s going to let up, he leans into my ear, all while riding me and whispers, “You feel that, Cub. That’s what it feels like to have your life in someone else’s hands. To feel hopeless, out of control. Do you want to die, Beatrice?” he asks, pumping me harder and harder. My pussy throbs in pleasure but my face feels swollen from the lack of oxygen.
“Answer me.”
I shake my head. Is he for freaking real?
He leans down and bites on my lip so hard I taste the tang of blood hit the tip of my tongue, groaning as his dick pulses inside of me. He licks the cut on my lip and looks back down at me, by this point he looks fuzzy, like I’m slipping in and out of consciousness.
“Fuck.” He quickly releases the bandana and I suck in a wheezy gulp of breath, clutching my neck. It takes me a few seconds to catch my breath and I consider slapping him for taking that so far.
He removes the scarf and throws it down onto the ground as he drops beside me in a sweaty wall of flesh, both our breaths trying to catch up to one another. I wince at my sore ass, my sore neck, and my cut lip from his bite.
I decide right then that next time, it’ll be me the one leaving marks on him. His arm comes behind me as his other hits the light on the bedside table.
“Fuck,” he mutters, just as the light turns on. He looks at me. “Are you on the pill?”
I nod my head, my eyes still adjusting to the sudden slaughter of the brightness. “I’m on the pill—it’s fine.”
His eyes go over me and I self-consciously pull the sheet up to cover my body.
“Don’t do that…” he warns.
His hair catches my attention, a mess on top of his head. His lips swollen from our kissing and from him being on a first name basis with my body.
“Do what?” I ask, trying to calm my breathing. He needs to stop looking at me the way he does.
“Like you’re not the sexiest woman I’ve ever fucking seen.”
I scoff but then squeeze the sheet again, my eyes darting around the room for the first time. It’s all black walls and thick red stripes on the feature wall. There’s a large window that is on one side of the room, giving you a direct view of the entrance to the house. The clean white sheets are soft against my skin, and the bed is built with a heavy leather headboard and trim, stretching the width of a full king size bed. There’s a television in the corner, hanging on the wall, and there are two doors opposite the bed. One door I’m gathering, (and hoping), is a bathroom, and the other, I can see is a closet. A very big closet.
He slips back between the sheets, hitting the light and pulling me into his arms. “I won’t hurt you if that’s what you’re worried about.”
I sink into his arms, ignoring the fact that it feels easy being there.
“Hello”—Ice Cube, Dr Dre
We’re looking over the album when Kat bursts through the door, her eyes directly aimed at me. “We need to talk.”
“Figured as much.” I gesture to the spot beside me. “Go on.”
Her eyes flick to X and Bo, and then come back to me. “You want to do this in front of them?”
I shrug. “Why not?”
“Fine!” She storms in, her hands placed on her hips defiantly. “You can’t do this.”
“Yeah, I can.” I ignore her, my knee jolting at the movement.
“She’s not like your other girls, Ae, she won’t survive you!”
“I know she’s not, Kat, so settle the fuck down and stay out of it.”
“You’ll hurt her,” she sighs, flopping down onto the coffee table, right beside the lines of coke.
“That’s undecided.”
Her eyes snap to mine. “She’s special, Ae, and if you don’t want to embrace her or even give her all of you, then you need to walk away right now.”
My eyes go flat, my expression bored. “Leave it alone.”
“You kissed her…” she further adds, and the guys shuffle in the background.
“What can I say, her lips are undeniable.”
She stands, flattening her skirt and making her way to the door. “I will never forgive you if this is some sort of sick game between you and Dad, Ae. Ever.”
Then she leaves, slamming the door behind her. What the fuck did she mean a sick game between me and Dad. For all she knows, the reason Dad doesn’t like Beat is because he can see my concentration is drifting. He’s never warned me off a girl before, and maybe that’s what makes Beatrice so fucking special.
I follow Katiya out, chasing her down the stairs. “Hold up!”
She spins around, her eyes furious. What the fuck is with her lately? She usually goes through obsessions and phases but this seems like it’s a little deeper than that. “Did you know that Dad went to her work, Ae?”
I freeze. “What?”
Katiya laughs smugly. “Yeah, a couple nights ago when she was working. He swore her off you. Said she wasn’t to go near you and then asked her about her childhood. So, you tell me right now, Ae that you have nothing to do with this, because something doesn’t sit right with me…”
I think over her words. “You’re right, I have nothing to do with whatever this is, but you’re both thinking too much into it. He’s just worried I’ll stray.” I’m a fucking liar.
She shakes her head, gripping onto the stair rail. “No. This is way more than that and you know it.”
I don’t actually.
I cross my arms in front of myself.
Lenny clears his throat from down at the bottom of the stairs. “Bro, honestly, why’d he suggest we go to that particular bar that night? Why that bar out of all the others?”
I clench my jaw. “I figured he was making an innocent suggestion.” I knew why.
“—This is Dad, Aeron.” It’s the first time I’ve really seen fear in Kat’s face.
The front door swings open and Beat glides through, pushing he
r sunglasses up to the top of her head. My eyes catch hers and she smiles, but then she looks to Kat and Lenny and her face falls.
“What’d I miss in the five minutes I was on the phone?”
I jog down the stairs, needing her close to me for reasons I’m not willing to touch on right now. “Why didn’t you tell me about my dad coming to your work?”
I grab her hand and then turn to face her toward the main living room. Lenny and Kat follow closely behind us.
“Sit.” I point to the large black leather sofa. Beatrice sits down and Katiya drops right beside her. Lenny leans against the mantel above the built-in fireplace. I continue. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Beat gazes at Katiya and then looks back at me. “Ah, I got distracted. I was planning to tell you, but then—”
“—I get it,” I cut her off, casting a quick side glance at Lenny, who is watching me carefully. “I know.”
Lenny nods and then looks at Kat. “Something’s going on. Vlad was the one who told us to go to that bar that night. He planted the idea in our heads—something he never does. He hates when we party—that should have been our first clue.”
“Why the hell did this pass you, Ae?” Kat sneers at me. Because some shit you don’t need to know…
I don’t say that though.
“Point those fucking eyes elsewhere, baby sister, and because I was loaded.”
She rolls her eyes. “Get off the snow.”
Beat looks between us all. “What does this all mean?”
Kat leans back on the sofa, her eyes on mine as she answers. “It means my dad is up to something.”
Yeah, let’s stick with that. For now.
“Still D.R.E”—Dr Dre, Snoop.
“This is weird, right?” I ask as I squeeze into a pair of black skinny jeans.
