When Xavier came up to kiss me, I sucked on his lips slowly tasting myself. “See how sweet your pussy is, Camilla?” He smirked. I nodded as I looked into his honey colored eyes.
He rubbed the thick head of his dick against my clit so gently it was torture. Then he pushed more firmly until I was rotating and bucking my hips against him pleading with my body for him to fuck me.
Xavier knew just how to torture the shit out of me before giving me what I wanted. Finally, he sank his hard cock deep inside of me and I locked down on him with my walls. No more teasing.
“Goddamn.” He muttered before sliding in and out of me. He wasn’t the only one who knew how to use what they had. Xavier swirled his tongue around on my erect nipples while he pushed inside of me and it made me insane. His teeth squeezed my sensitive nipples and ripples of painful pleasure flooded my senses. It was so intense that I felt my body quickly building an orgasm. Xavier stroked faster and harder until I let out a moan so loud he had to close his eyes against it.
“I didn’t say you could cum yet,” he told me.
“What?” I frowned my mind was still hazy from pleasure.
“I didn’t say you could cum yet.” He repeated as he pulled his still hard dick from me. “Clean your wet little pussy off my dick, then we’re gonna try this again.” I blinked a few times but did what he said. “Just so you know, it’s gonna be your fault we’re late.” He smirked.
Oh, those damn dimples.
He eased back into my sore pussy and started all over again until he felt me getting ready to cum. “You better not,” he told me roughly.
“Okay,” I whined. It was so hard not to climax. He was biting my neck and rubbing my clit and making my body sing. How the fuck was I not supposed to cum?
“Xavier, can I please cum now?” I begged. “It feels so good!”
“I know it feels good, but I want us to cum together.” He kissed my lips and I fought to keep myself from wetting his dick up. I had to close my eyes and not look at his sexy ass face or the way his muscles moved as he worked himself in and out of me. Jesus Christ, this was awful, sweet, mean torture.
“Xavier!” I begged. I felt him swell even bigger inside of my cunt and all bets were about to be off. I couldn’t take this shit.
“Cum now, Camilla.” He groaned. “Cum all over my dick baby.” I let go and it felt like a flood released. Xavier and I let out primal noises as we came together.
I could barely catch my damn breath after that shit. “You’re so damn evil,” I said, looking at him.
“But you love it though,” he winked at me.
“Cocky asshole,” I laughed. “Now I need to find another damn dress.” I stood on shaky legs and walked over to his closet to look through my selection.
“Find one that’s not as sexy. I’m not trying to be an hour late to the funeral. Plus I have to speak so hurry up.” He slapped my ass and I jumped a little. I pulled out a black knee-length dress with lace sleeves and a modest neckline.
It would do. I brushed my hair back into place and let it hang down my back. It was my one and only caring tribute to Dana. She loved when I wore my hair like that. She would fuss over it until it was perfect. When I heard Xavier leave the house to start the car I looked in the mirror and sighed. “I hope it’s perfect enough for you, Mommy.” I tucked away one last strand and grabbed my purse along with a plain brown paper bag that I stuffed deep inside.
I’m not sure what I expected as I filed into the church for the funeral, but seeing Dana laying in a casket looking like a mannequin version of herself wasn’t it. I blew out a breath and held Christina’s hand tightly as we walked up to our mother.
My chest tightened when I heard Christina break down in an inconsolable sob. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and held her while she shook with emotion.
“It’s okay Chris,” I whispered into the top of her head. I peered into the casket and noticed a black silk scarf tied gently around her neck. She never wore scarves and we were in Florida, it was too hot for that shit. She must have gotten stabbed in her throat. At least Emmanuel made sure her hair was brushed over one shoulder cascading down her body. She would have wanted that. She wore a white and black silk dress but I couldn’t see it all because only half of the casket was open.
The bottom half was shut.
After a few minutes of Chris sobbing, I rubbed her back and motioned for her to lay her rose inside with Dana. I did the same and I touched her icy hand. I half expected her to jolt up and start talking and glaring at me. She didn’t though.
She was really gone.
Emmanuel sat sandwiched between Christina and me during the entire service. He opted not to speak at all in order to really drive home the grieving husband role. He did excellently and Xavier was perfect at the podium. He painted Dana to be a lovely, God fearing woman with faults but still such a beautiful soul.
It was bullshit of course but everyone in attendance ate it the hell up.
Once the choir began singing I felt moved. It had little to nothing to do with Dana but just their raw talent and emotion made me feel each word they sang. I swayed with the music and looked at Dana’s casket. It was pearl white with golden accents. Emmanuel did damn good picking everything out.
When the service was finally fucking over, I bolted to the bathroom. My bladder was beyond full and sitting there listening to everyone drone on and on about Dana made me a little nauseous.
I can’t lie.
Besides, I had business to take care of and with everyone occupying Emmanuel, Christina and Xavier I was in the clear. None of them would come searching for me. They were too busy receiving condolences.
I didn’t use the bathrooms to the front of the church for visitors, I hooked a left and went back to where the offices were and went inside of my familiar yellow space. I locked the door behind me and went into my bathroom. My stomach had been tying itself in knots ever since I snuck to the drug store last night to pick up a pregnancy test.
I couldn’t ignore all the vomiting and emotional outbursts any longer and when Xavier noticed my breasts getting bigger, I knew I had to take a damn test.
I ripped open the foil and peed on the stick.
Longest three minutes of my fucking life.
Jesus.
I must have watched that stupid hourglass flash on the display for hours. It couldn’t have been mere minutes, could it?
I groaned out loud a little at the wait but finally, it stopped flashing.
Pregnant 4-6 weeks.
I stopped breathing and just stood there. What the entire fuck? I steadied my shaking hand and picked the test up to read it again and again and fucking again.
I was pregnant.
Beads of sweat dotted my brow as I stuffed the test and packaging back in my purse. I was fighting back tears as I walked out of the bathroom and back into my office. I didn’t know why I wanted to cry but I felt like sobbing. Who the hell was this child’s father?
It would make a world of difference depending on which half of my heart my unborn child belonged to. I rubbed my temples and paced a little while. My phone buzzed and I glanced to see Laurel asking where I was.
Shit.
I had to get back out there and play mournful daughter. I couldn’t think about being pregnant. I made my way back to the church and tried to hide the tears in my eyes. Then I realized…what the fuck for? I was at an actual funeral and for my mother no less. I let the tears fall. Nobody had to know why I was really crying. I made my rounds getting hugs and kisses from people I didn’t even know or care about, then back in the limo with Emmanuel and Christina so we could go to the gravesite.
Chris had another breakdown while we were en route and Emmanuel searched for tissues in the back. Evidently she’d soaked them all up on the ride there. Before I could object, he took my purse and looked around until he found tissues and handed them to her. My throat nearly closed.
Emmanuel said nothing.
He only looked at me.
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I realized he knew when I saw a single tear roll from his eye as our gazes locked. He swiped it away before it made its way down his face then he trained his sights back on Chris. “Aw, Daddy…are you crying?” Christina’s voice wobbled and she sniffled.
“I’m okay, baby,” he told her then he looked at me. I averted my eyes and fiddled with my purse, closing it tight.
All I could think of was who was the father and why the hell did this child have to choose now to come into our lives? I wanted my father to hold me and tell me it would all be okay. I wanted him to play Bob Marley for me until I fell asleep in his lap. I wanted to run away from this fucking nightmare that I created.
But if it’s one thing I’d learned from Dana, it’s not to hide from your past because it will fucking kill you. I couldn’t run from what was happening. I couldn’t act like I hadn’t created everything that swirled and twisted around my life. And I absolutely would not let my child grow up not knowing who its real father was. Whether it was Xavier or Emmanuel, I was going to own up to it even if it meant there would forever be a war waging between the two men I loved.
I’m used to it now.
Bring on the damn twisted war.
Stay tuned for the next book in the Twisted series, Twisted War out July 2017!
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