Chapter 19

Chapter

Nineteen

K andie

Grabbing my go bag, I start stuffing essentials into it. Fresh clothes and underwear. I know I don't have a lot of time. I saw him leaving Big Love Park after the fight halted. I hate I had to even come here. But there are El Diablos posted up at Mama-Pete's house. I barely missed the ones headed to my little house. Ducking into her patch of collard greens and snap peas is the only thing that saved me from them seeing me. Lord knows what they would have done. Angel was two seconds from hulk smashing my ass when Ulysses brought his porcelain pied piper ass into my shop, trying to boss me around. What is it with us and these big ass men? It must be a curse or something. Crimson and Clover need to add something into the vanilla-rose to repel not attract these guys.

Freezing for a second after I hear the thunderous pounding on my back steps, I clutch the half-filled bag to my chest backing up hoping to escape by way of my balcony when my doors nearly flies off the hinges. The dead bolt falls with a heavy thunking pop and bounce then skitters across the floor, settling somewhere beneath my bed.

"I told you to stay put," Ulysses heaves, coming to stand like a furious Abominable Snowman in the middle of my loft.

"I didn't say I would." Hitching the bag on my shoulder, I sidestep, making no effort to hide my intention.

"You're under arrest," he seethes. I can't help the giggle or the burst of full-blown laughter escaping me. Pretty soon I'm doubled over heaving with heavy chuckles.

"Wait, wait, wait." I hold my hand up. Giggles spill out again. I can't help it at this point. Rising to my full five-foot-two, I ask, "And how is that working for you? They say insanity is doing the same thing and expecting a different outcome, but I guess I can't expect anything different from you. When did y'all stop marrying y'all Shelby cousins? I thought your daddy was the first, but maybe I was wron?—"

My words are trapped so quick it takes me a minute to catch my breath. My toes are barely touching the ground. He has me pressed against the wall. His hand is heavy and hard against my throat. He could snap my neck. Not that I'd care right now.

"Keep my parents' names out of your fucking mouth, girl." Teeth bared, I know he means it just as I mean the words that follow.

"What? You're gonna kill me like Angel told you before he forced Easy to marry him?" I can see the truth in those blue eyes. He doesn't have to speak on it for me to know I'm right. "G'head. I'm dead anyway. You did that. And you may as well be dead too, for all I care." The old Kandie would have spit in his fucking face, but I'm better now. Well, a little. He doesn't stop me when I lean forward, tugging his lip and biting the hell out of it. When I draw blood, he pushes his mouth hard into mine, making me suck in the blood I draw forth with my teeth.

Angry tongues mingle. Snatching back, I slap him hard as I can. "Let me go." He squeezes harder, snapping my head back against the wall.

"Never." Menace so mean emanates from every vibrating part of his enormous body. He leans his whole body into mine, pinning me against the wall. My dangling feet can find no purchase. He may as well be two stone slabs of granite for all the good it does when I push him away.

"Get. Off. Me." He ignores the demand, instead he buries his face in my neck, pulling the skin there between his lips.

"Nah, I don't think so," he growls, sucking hard on my neck. My pussy clenches and I regret the sundress I threw on in my hurry to get pack and get out of here before he arrived.

"When I touch your pussy, I know it's going to be dripping for me." The rough chuckle sends shivers and tingles right down to my kittykat. This motherfucker makes me weak. I hate his ass so much right now.

Reaching for his hair, I snatch his head back and away from me. "I said get the fuck out."

His dick kicks against the softest part of me. I bite back a moan. Too late, he sees it. His eyes smolder in response.

"Yeah, I'll get right on that after I talk to my little friend. I can tell she's been missing me the last few weeks. I can feel how she's weeping for me." He shifts rubbing his long hard dick against me. I squirm closer, my body is a traitor. Primed and out of control. I can feel how wet I am.

"You're soaking me, darling." The rough caress of his words matches the slow drag against my pussy.

"Damn girl," he growls, using the hand circling my throat to wedge between us. Slowly his long fingers caress me. "How about this, wildcat? I'll leave if I can't make you come right now."

One long finger slips inside. "So fucking tight, princess." Head touching mine he pants fingering fucking me.

I keep my legs straight as still I try to deny him. I promise I try but crushed as I am, I melt like a marshmallow on a flame. Then just like the heated chocolate on the graham cracker I dissolve on his fingers. He adds another and soon the sound of his hand slapping against my wetness fills the room.

Toes curling my knees bow pressing against the wall as I rise to meet every inch as he thrusts into me. "Now come for me, like a good girl." Fingers curling, he presses up high against me. The intensity of the pressure is too much for me to hold. I shatter and liquid bursts from me in hot little spurts.

"Ahh." I watch him work me as I come all over us. The lower half of my dress is wet and so are his joggers.

Leaning back into me, he covers my mouth with his own. His mouth owns mine, and he lays claim on me. I can still taste the hint of blood on his lip. I suck on the tongue he spears into my mouth. He's made me his plaything, used my anger to fuel my desire. Helpless and angry, I let him. It was just something my body needed. I need to get him out of my system this one last time. That's it, that's all.

He eases me back down to the floor. My essence is cool between my toes. Shame burns my feet. He steps back. Thunder sounds around us as he steps back and gazes down between us.

His dick is still heavy and hard pressed against his joggers. He steps back, his eyes troubled, a blue storm brewing behind.

He looks over to where the door is still standing open and dangling off its hinges, then goes to close it. Shoving it hard so that it fits the frame, he kicks it out of he turns back to me.

"I'll fix it, later." No apology nothing, just like he said nothing in response to me saying Angel told him to kill me.

"Stay," he says, walking over to my bathroom like he owns the place.

"I'm not a dog, asshole," I snap over to his retreating back.

"Doesn't stop you from acting like a little bitch in heat though, does it?" he tosses over his shoulder.

Stunned by the cold viciousness of his words, I stand there like a fucking dummy for a minute.

Grabbing my bag and stuffing my shoes in it, I head out to the balcony. I'm midway to the top when I hear him yell, "Hey."

Looking down, I see his face locked with fury as he jumps out onto the balcony, bounding up the stairs after me. He's eating up the distance, rung after rung. I hang on the rung way too long, watching him frozen in fear.

My fight-or-flight response kicks in. Heart hammering, I hurry the rest of the way up the stairs, hitting the roof at high speed. All I have to do is make it to the side and he'll never catch me. He'll think I took the stairs when there's an actual trap door on the other side of the roof. Just as I make it to the corner, what feels like a band of steel seizes hold of me. I suck air in as I'm spun around, my back against his chest.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice matches the thunder surrounding us. Far off in the distance, I see a flash of lightning.

"A storm is coming." My eyes dart upward, panic making me flail in his arms.

"You think I won't protect you?" he says against my ear before turning me to meet his heated stare. Blue fire meets my gaze. There's a myriad of emotions tangled with the depths. I don't have time to puzzle out what's going on with him. I have my own stuff to work out. Like why I keep letting him twist me in knots. He doesn't deserve me.

"You were going to kill me for Angel. You fucked me to keep me under your thumb. You never wanted me. You did it to keep your trafficking scheme going." My words are like hard slaps to my own face. They hurt to say. Yet he has the nerve to look at me like he's hurt now that I'm calling him the dirtiest liar.

"Say that stupid shit again," he dares me. "Say I used you one more fucking time. Say I never wanted you. Used you. And I will. G'head say that shit again, Kandice Love." Using my whole government name does not intimidate me one fucking bit.

"You did it." Reckless is my best friend and we ride hard together. So, I say it adding, "You're a greedy ass coward but a good fuck." I shrug, proud I was able to get the words out without choking.

His head falls back with a mirthless laugh just as the first warm drops of rain start to fall. The tendons of this neck stand out and he looks like an avenging demigod raising his face to the heavens in defiance of the fate.

When he looks down at me, all emotion is wiped from his savagely beautiful face. Retribution, maybe even the urge to kill, shines in his eyes. His face hardens the more he looks at me.

"Let's not make a liar out of you then, yeah?" Ravaging words as he pushes me to my knees. "I'll use this reckless ass mouth of yours, then wreck your pussy."

Grabbing my hair at the nape of my neck, he forces my head back. With his other hand, he releases his dick from his joggers. He taps his dick on my lips. "Open your fucking mouth."

Eyes trained on me, he waits me out. I open. He thrusts all the way to the back of my throat.

Inhaling, I try to take as much of him as I can. Pushing past my endurance, he makes me gag. "Fuucck," he groans, withdrawing only to return with a quick snap of his hips. "I see I need to do this more often to keep you from running off that mouth." He fucks my face with a ruthlessness like he never has before. There is an edge to him that has never been before. I barely have time to breathe before he uses my mouth. He thrusts back, holding me in place. My coochie is slick and aching, liking his roughness.

My eyes burn from my efforts as I try to match his punishing pace. Refusing to let him win even in this, I reach between us, caressing the firm globes of his sac. His breath hitches. He widens his stance groaning, "That's it, take this dick down your nasty little throat like a good fuck toy."

His words have me closing my eyes as I take him deeper. His hard, firm flesh sliding over my tongue creates an erotic tempo that my body can't help responding to. My nipples are hard, pressing against the soaked fabric of my dress cause by the warm pelt of rain. The water makes his dick slicker. He cups both sides of my face, fucking me with a relentless intensity, hitting the back of my throat like he's bottoming out in my pussy.

Surprised when the first clenching spasm hits me, I never expected to come from sucking his dick, making me gasp just as he clutches me close, shooting warm jets of come down my throat. The salty, sweet liquid is licked and swallowed in a salacious gulp just like the cumslut he made me.

"Lay back," he orders, pressing me against floor cushions I had up here for hookah parties with my cousins. Pressing my thighs high, he buries his face in my pussy to return the favor. His tongue slithers between my lips, lapping at the rain and the essence that coats every inch of me.

"Your mean ass don't deserve for your pussy to taste this fucking good." Looking up, his angry gaze meets mine before he dips his head again, attempting to cover every inch of me in a grumpy, hungry suck. He eats my pussy like he's mad at it. Raw, rough, and not one inch neglected. He ravishes me with his tongue, teasing me to release. I beg, but he won't let me come.

"Uh, uh, bad girls don't get to come until I let them. So fucking pretty," he says, looking at me, shaking his head. "It's a travesty. You're so bad."

"You're quite awful yourself," I pant, offering myself to him with a tilt of my hips. He nuzzles deep missing where I need him most. Big hands cover me, squeezing the flesh, pushing my lips, making them kiss each other, covering my clit. Wedging his tongue inside, he spears inside, teasing my flesh smothered clit. Again and again he teases the treasure within my slit, making me pant with need, denying me the pleasure he thinks I haven't earned.

"Motherfu—" His hand comes down in a stinging smack. I writhe under the delicious pain mingled with pleasure. "Ohmygoodness." My spiraling body shakes with the torment he visits upon my flesh, spanking my pussy until gushy wetness coats his tapered fingers and hand.

"New pleasure unlocked." His wild grin matches the unhinged spark as his gaze meets mine seconds before he dips his head again to lick me clean.

My breath saws in and out of me. My titties rise and fall like I've been running for freedom. But I can't ever see running from the bliss I find in this mean motherfucker's arms.

He pushes my knees high and over his shoulders. Angling, he presses his thick head at my opening. "Look how pretty she is, welcoming me like a good fucking girl." Relentless in his intent, his eyes never leave mine as he pushes inside me. My mouth forms an O as he stretches me like it's the first time.

"Take me," he growls his command as my muscles yield to his pressure, his previous attentions having made me more than ready, yet the size difference is still there.

"Come on, wildcat. You can take this dick, you have before," he grounds out. Perspiration beads on his forehead.

It's only been a few weeks, but the resistance is there like we're brand new.

"Maybe she doesn't like your ass anymore. Just like I don't." The words come out and I know they are just as true as the hurt in my heart.

"Oh, yeah?" A cruel smile plays at the corners of his mouth. His eyes drop half-mast. He stops, disengages, sitting back on his haunches, looking down at me like he is debating something.

"They aren't charging me with anything," he says finally, his dick bobbing from the thick thatch of dark blond curls at the base.

"That doesn't mean you aren't guilty." A rough laugh escapes him as he shakes his head at my naivete.

"We all are guilty of something, darling. Like you wanting this dick despite what you think I'm capable of."

"I don't want your no-good ass, Ulysses." I move up to sit up, shoving my face close to his.

He grabs my neck so fast, I swear he's close to snapping my neck.

I don't even think as my hand comes out, connecting with his hard jaw, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake. Time seems to stop as he reaches up and rubs his fingers over the scratches I made over the already scared side of his face.

"Look at you, letting me rile you up." His other hand squeezes, cutting off my air flow. My pussy floods. His nostrils flare like he can scent me. He's like a wild animal right now, so I wouldn't doubt it.

"I bet that pussy's wet as hell, lil mama." He bites his lip, his gaze snagging mine as he brings his bloodied fingers to my mouth, pushing them past my lips, making me suck them clean.

"There she is," he murmurs, seeing something in my eyes.

Dragging me to my feet, he turns me facing away from him. "Spread," he commands, nudging my feet apart.

"Touch your toes, push that pussy out for me." His low word instruction makes my body weep. Slick thighs push back, exposing everything he wants for his view. "Hell yeah, wildcat." Running long fingers from slit to ass, he rubs my wetness over my already drenched flesh.

A shiver runs up my spine when I feel him lining up this time. My breath catches as he thrusts. And this time he doesn't stop until he finds his home inside of me.

"U-lys-ses," I scream his name as the delicious agony of his touch nearly liquifies me.

"I got you, baby." Long arms circle my waist as he holds me in place. His touch is not a caress, it's a possession. He holds me in the cage of his arms, driving into me with a precision I can imagine he used as a Seal on a mission. Methodically, he fucks me. Toes lifting with each drive, I'd have flown off the roof were his strong arms not holding me in place. Mercy is a mystery with the drive of his hips. I know his grip is going to leave marks on my hips from the force and pressure of the intensity of the pleasure he pounds into me.

Cries impossible to muffle spill from my lips as I curse him, praise him, beg him for more.

"Fuck me, U," are my words as my muscles clench around him, pummeling my spot to putty. His answer when my legs fail is to pick me up, turning me to face him as he slides his dick into my still spasming pussy. "I'm going to keep splitting you open until you know who you belong to and learn some fucking loyalty," he grunts, slamming me down on his thrusting dick, making me take every delectable inch of him.

Our gazes lock. His face is a mask of granite, and he takes me again and again. His dick rasps against my lips, brushing against my clit with every pass.

No words come from either of us as we are caught in the cataclysm of pleasure we alone are locked in on the roof of my loft and bakery.

In silence, we fuck and fuck and fuck until I feel his body stiffen and mine answers quaking in response. I can't stand to look at him, nor do I want to let him go. I take the coward's way and bite him as I come and he kicks inside me.