<Roses are red. Violets are blue. There's not a man alive who can tell me what to do>
|Jadesola|
Tuesday, June 29, 2021
"I CHANGE my mind. I've never been one to force a woman and I wouldn't start now." Kian's damp hair rubbed against my bare breasts as he peppered small kisses all over my chest, a slight tingle of unwanted need rising in my belly.
Changed his mind? Had I heard him right? In bewilderment, I must have said that out loud because he uttered, in a soft tone, "Yes, you heard me right. Inasmuch as you've painted me as a monster, I still like my women willing."
Goodness gracious. A sigh of relief I hadn't been aware that I was withholding, escaped my quivering lips and the scorching tears finally fell free. My entire body trembled, at the terrible things he'd put me through and was yet to do. So I cried, not at all caring that I'd succumbed to the ache clawing at my chest. Or the disturbing fact that he was here, clutching me in his arms, watching me unravel into tiny, torn pieces.
Delicate, as if I was his lover, he cleaned my tears off with a finger, lingering by my lips as he did so.
"Don't touch me!" I shook his hands off, blazing anger and immense hate taking root in my heart. I wasn't falling for his stupid, caring act anymore. I was so done. So fucking fed up.
He retrieved that dirty finger of his, the steel I knew him for, emerging in his voice that had turned brittle and curt. "You should be grateful that I'm not acting on my urges. Right now, it's taking me a huge amount of self control not to slam your ass on this bed and have my way with you. But I won't. Especially not when you're on your period."
As if I needed his stupid mercy.
On a high alert, my spine stiffened as I stared at him, biding my time to see if he would go back on his words.
He did nothing, piercing eyes boring into mine, his rough digits resting light on my waist, setting that part of me aflame.
Then he snarled, his smoldering gaze fixed on my placid face, "If you're looking for an apology, you'll be waiting for a very long time. I'm not sorry for what I did. I'm not sorry for wanting to take my release in your body. I'm not fucking sorry for needing your hands and mouth on me."
A deep groan reached my ears as he raked a hand through his hair, his other hand still latched onto my hip. His tone reeked of lust and desire, whiskey scented breath fanning my heated cheeks. "Hell, I don't fuck with black women but it seems you're an exception. I want to fuck you so bad it hurts. Take a look at my dick."
Kian pushed himself flush against the small of my back, the warmth of his cock, hard as ever, pressed against my ass, burning and searing my skin. Further solidifying his statement, I want to fuck you so bad.
"Don't you feel it, feel me? Your body, your sweet, tempting body calls to me and who am I to not heed the fucking call? To not answer? I'm only but a man Jade and there's so much I can withstand. So, Jadesola, know that the next time you taunt me, this gentle side of me will cease to exist. I'm going to bend you over, slam myself within your tight walls and fuck you so hard that you'll plead, begging for more. And when I cum, I'm still going to continue fucking your pussy till I get you out of my head."
Heat pooled between my thighs, his dirty confession sending pleasant tingles down my spine, even as my entire body went rigid once more. What happened to our terms, boss and personal assistant?
I inclined my head down, still taken aback, playing over what he'd said. An exception. What the hell did he mean by that? And as for an apology, that was the last thing I seeked for; his poor substitutes for sorries. I craved revenge, a devastating payback that would teach him a thing or two. Or ten.
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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...
