<'Revenge' sounds so mean, that's why I prefer to call it 'Returning The Favour'>
|Kian|
FUCK MY life.
The lady had a sharp tongue coupled with her sexy lips, a very provoking combo. To dare laugh and talk back at me was an element of horror to most people and yet, this bitch with skin the irritating shade of dark melted chocolate had done that exact action.
Damn it, I drew in a long breath, frustrated. With the way she'd been taunting me ceaselessly, mocking me, she had to be taught a painful lesson. Her generous ass needed to be spanked, whipped hard, the thought of doing that earning me a twitch in my pants.
I groaned, as I imagined the feel of her tight ass in my palms. Kneading her ample flesh. Squeezing her ass cheeks as I rammed myself into her. . .
Stop it Kian!
I relaxed further into the swiveling chair and willed my libido to cool the fuck down. Where was my rigid self-control? Saint Kian, patron of stuffed shirts and prudes, where was he? The self-discipline that had prevented me from having sex for six good months was cracking, slipping away into thin air with every minute my eyes feasted on Jade's stunning body.
No Kian, I shook my head to clear those lewd thoughts away. You're not going down that lane, no Kian no but I was already veering down the lane of blazing lust, racy images of Jadesola threatening to consume my entire being.
The arousing crescent of her perky breast, thrusting nipples hinting at the fullness within. Were they dark brown, a shade darker than her skin? Or were they lighter, contrasting sharply against the creamy mounds of her breasts?
Fuck, a surge of blood rushed to my groin, tenting my trousers, a combining mix of pleasure and aching pain flooding my veins, my pulse throbbing fiercely. I gritted my teeth, tightening my palms into fists as I rode the storm raging in me, blood streaming in my ears, eyes shut tightly.
Putting it aptly, I was a horny bastard.
Furious as hell, I viewed my predicament with contempt, detesting myself at that moment. I was too weak, losing my damn head for a simple chit. Hell, she was just another family of the female specie, adorned with the same apparatus that all females possessed. She was nothing special, just a mere woman. A fucking black woman at that.
Ice cooled in my veins, chilling my ardor as a bitter memory of what those same blacks had done to shatter my family, haunting me. My breathing became less ragged, my heartbeat calmer, the blood flowing through me, now a mere trickle. There was no way I was throwing caution to the wind, losing focus and forgoing my goal, all because she was gifted with great tits, a nice body and a pretty face. She was still part of the race I sorely detested.
I pried my eyes open.
What was even taking her so damn long?
Impatient as hell, I tapped my fingers against the silk fabric of my trousers, casting a glimpse at the closed door. She'd informed me that she wanted to ease herself before we continued our heated conversation. And yet, she took her precious time.
Unfastening another of my shirt buttons, the wintry air cooling my warm skin, I hoped that she was not returning the same favour I'd granted her when she'd arrived earlier, kept waiting. An intentional act of mine.
Ten annoying minutes later, the answer to what had been hindering Jadesola's early arrival came in the form of a person.
"Chloe Morrison, Jadesola's lawyer." A slim, beautiful woman of average height put out her hand, steel in her eyes. Another woman, the source of my vexation, stood erect beside her, a smirk playing by the corner of her attractive lips.
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On His Terms
Romance"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low. "Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don...
