Toxic Capacity II

Chapter 20

CONTINUED

Duke wrapped his hand around Jayla's throat pushing her head to relax on his chest. His other hand held a gun and he placed it under her jawline.

"Ian do nothing" she rambled out. She was turned on and confused at the same time. "Yo dead homies turning in they grave Duke."

"You mine right?" Duke asked glaring at her through the mirror.

Jayla looked at him with disappointment in her eyes. It felt like he instantly switched back to his old toxic ways and she was terrified.

"Always" she said.

"What did that nigga say to you?"

"What if somebody comes in" She changed the subject, wanting to spare the dude's life.

"I locked it. Answer the question Jayla" he said cocking the gun back.

Where he even get that gun from. She thought as he kept the cold metal pressed against her jawline.

"He wanted to get to know me, I told him I'm engaged. You were watching, you saw what went down." She said sternly.

"Good girl" he mumbled. "You know what happens to niggas who try talk to you Jayla?" He moved the gun from her neck and slid it down between her breasts.

She nodded.

"Words"

"They get beat up or killed" her eyes watered. "Duke please"

"Na. He knew you were engaged and was still pushing it." He protested then moved the gun between her legs and rested on top of her bikini bottoms.

The only thing separating her clit and the gun was a thin piece of fabric.

Jayla's breathing got heavy as he applied pressure with the gun and sucked on her earlobe. "Yeen react fast enough when that nigga grabbed yo neck"

"I-I was processing" she stuttered feeling the cold metal rub against her coochie.

"Ain't shit to process Jayla. You luckily ian open fire on his bitchass" Duke said now placing the gun into her bikini thong. "You mines forever and you ain't going nowhere. Ion give a fuck watchu do or what happens, we tied for life. You heard?"

"Yes" she whimpered as he rubbed the gun against her clit.

"It's my pussy." He whispered in her ear then slowly kissed on her neck as she whimpered from his touch. "If any other nigga touch it, imma kill him then imma fuck you up."

"Awh" Jayla moaned rocking her hips against the gun.

"Slut" Duke smirked letting her hump the gun. "You my slut though mama, i'm all yours"

He then pushed the gun inside her pussy slowly.

"Duke, unt unt." Jayla shook her head scared.

"Nah, you wanna letting other niggas put they arms around you and choke you. You should've swerved Jayla, you're too shy when it comes to people crossing boundaries. You need to speak the fuck up!" He raised his voice pissed that another nigga put his hands on her.