Satan's Angel || BWHM

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"Don't stop." She moaned, nails scratching down his back, voice carrying through the house, "God, don't stop." She arched her back and gripped the sheets. Lips tangled to her neck and moans filling her ears, "Fuck, chava." His thrusts became sloppy as he climaxed inside of her. Taking deep breaths, he kissed her lips. "I told yo ass, I ride for you." She smiled, holding him close. "I'on't know what to do." She told, realizing he hit raw. "Don't do shit. Let that shit ride out. But at the end uh the day, you got me inked. We forever." He told her, teeth nipped her bottom lip. "He ain't gon have what we do. And you know that shit." And she did. She'd have security, loyalty, and an overall good person in her corner. Lucho, unlike Sonny, had gotten rid of his hoes. He stopped a long time ago. And had no intention to do them anymore. He made his money, he made his good money, and was protected. The thing is that, Sonny had a hold on her and she needed to know why or how he had this hold.

"Think bout it chava. But no rush." Lucho told her right before he left out her window to avoid Sonny. She sighed, Sonny knocking on her door.

****

"You dressed? We finna hit up the outlets. Gotta get some shit for the fam for Christmas." He looked up from his phone and froze, crochet hair curly and down her back, a cream oversized sweater dress, a cut crease, brown look on her eyes, brown high heel boots and a brown beanie on her head. "Yeah I'm ready." His lips parted and mouth salivated, she looked so good. She's been really dressing her part, making sure he knew what he could claim. Her black matte almond nails lightly scratched down his sweater, him snapping out of his trance. "Damn mami." He complimented, grabbing her hand and making her spin as they walked to the car, her locking her door. "It's cute?" She asked, she knew she was slaying the game, but she wanted to see where his head was at, "Wifey you look amazin'." He pecked her lips, her heart melting again. She was determined to know why she was attached to Sonny. As they arrived to the outlets and parked the car, them getting out and walking. His hand was around her waist and she felt really included, she felt claimed.

"I remember when we met, you said you already knew who I was. How?" She asked Sonny. "You don't remember it but back den, when you were a freshman, Lucho took me to a football game, you were a cheerleader, wearin' that tiny ass uniform. I asked who you were, and Lucho said 'ha name Sinai but she go by Sin. She ruthless and em lil sis.' I neva forgot yo face. Or yo name." He answered truthfully, picking up a watch, debating on giving his brother it. Sin bit her lip, He never forgot her. That was clue. A few hours later, after shopping, they went to eat. She never spoke about her favorite tattoo on his body, so she decided to bring it up. "You know... I love that tattoo behind your ear, it's cute." It was a crown and devil horns. Her breath got caught in her throat after she said it. "Yeah? Got it some years back. Tiago hooked me up."

Sonny gave her an irresistible expression, smirking at her as she got lost in his features. Her mind clicked, going over all the bullshit he pulls, comparing it to her own. She was attached to Lucho for the fact he was everything Sonny was not. He's never treat her like Sonny did her. But Sonny? Oh Sonny is her and thats why she could not let him go. She'd have to get sick and tired of her bullshit before she'd let him go.

Stubborn, headstrong, feels like they're always right, powered, knew they could get whatever they want whenever because of who they are. Sonny And Sin were the epitome of love hate relationship. They don't make love, they fuck, when they get into fights, it's physical. They both were quick to put a person in place if they felt disrespected, and they just so happened to always disrespect each other.

That's why she was attached to Sonny, why there was a draw. They never had someone like each other, but slowly, they were learning that wasn't a good thing.

"Yo Sonny." She bit the side of her lip. Him giving her a look of cockiness. "You good?" He asked. "Kiss me." He did exactly that, that dominance, that flame when they kiss. It explained so much to her and she could feel herself fall in deeper as his hand massaged her thigh. "Let head to the bathroom wifey." She nodded, their bags being taken with them as they snuck in the girl's bathroom, sneaking in a stall, the last stall. And pinned there, she was his.

Sonny was in deep with Sin. He now only hits Sin raw, and of course she loves it, but a certain Mexican named Lucho has begun to forget his glove. It was only a matter of time before her period decided to vanish, and she not know who the dad was. She decided to put a stop to it, no more Lucho until she sorted her feelings out. No more Sonny either. Sleeping with them both is not a good thing. So after she and Sonny were finished, she made a calendar of who she's been with this week and last week if need be necessary.

Last Monday: Lucho nc
Last Tuesday: Lucho c
Last Wednesday: Sonny nc
Last Thursday: none
Last Friday: Sonny nc
Last Saturday: none
Last Sunday: Lucho nc
Monday: Lucho c
Tuesday: Sonny nc
Today: Sonny nc

As they got back in the car, "Sonny we shouldn't fuck until I get my feelings in check. You know...wit you and Lucho." She confessed.

"Just know what you settin' yo self up for. If you won't gimme dat pussy, anotha bitch will."

That left a bad taste in her mouth, "Damn Sonny. You can't wait a minute till I get it together?"

He dramatically shrugged, "A nigga got needs and shit."

She shook her head, "Drop me off at Lucho's." His jaw clenched, "Bitch you can walk. I ain't droppin' you off der." She scoffed, them in their neck of the woods, "Stop the car bitch. I'll walk. Fuck you mean?" He halted the Lexus, and she stomped out the car, him speeding off, her walking the short ten minutes to Lucho's.

"Don't tell me dis pendajo made you walk." Her eyes watered, as Lucho let her in. "I'on't know how he still an option." She sighed, "Believe it or not... me and dat nigga are the same." Lucho gave her a look, "I could see dat." Lucho told, giving her a shirt of his. "Te ves jodido hermosa, mi amor." His Spanish was music for the soul, it really soothes her spirit and made her hot and bothered all at once. "Thank you." Although she only understood hermosa, and mi amor, she was certain that Lucho complimented her outfit.

"I love you Lucho." She whispered as they were falling asleep. "Tambien te amo ." He whispered in a hoarse voice. She knew in her heart, who she wanted to be with. She knew. For once she knew what was better for her.