ᴍᴏᴛɪᴇsʜᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴋɪɴɢ (#1 ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟʟs ᴛʀɪʟᴏɢʏ)✓

41: Tiesha And The Cousins

Koko wanted to kill Lowe.

It wasn’t the kind of irritation that faded after a few hours; it was the kind that lit up her whole body like a fuse.

Daquan had gone on a playdate with Emmanuel, Josiah’s son—Josiah being Lowe’s second-in-command, which only made the whole thing feel messier in her head.

She’d been sorting through the laundry basket, folding shirts and matching socks, when her fingers brushed against something soft and lacy in the pocket of Lowe’s trousers.

She frowned, tugged it out, and froze. It was underwear. Lace, small, and definitely not hers.

The sound of the bathroom door opening made her look up. Lowe stepped out, bare chest glistening, a towel draped over his shoulders.

Steam curled in behind him. He saw her expression and smirked like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Sup, choco?” he said, voice lazy.

Koko lifted the underwear high between two fingers, letting the lace dangle.

His brow arched, but his face stayed neutral.

“What’s the point of givin’ me this?” she asked, lifting her left hand so the ring caught the light. “Why you still gonna cheat?”

“I ain’t,” Lowe replied, a frown tugging at his mouth like she was accusing him of robbing a church.

She threw the underwear at him with force. “This the stupid shii you do that make me hate you, stupid hoe-ass nigga.”

“Watch it,” he growled, the air thickening between them.

“I should watch it?” Koko stepped right into his space, her voice sharp enough to cut. “Whose underwear is that? Putting your stupid dick in every hoe’s pussy. How it get in your pocket, huh?!”

“Ion know, buh I ain’t cheating,” he said, his gaze flicking to the lace now lying limp on the floor.

“You dick, arrogant bitchass h—” She hit him square in the chest mid-sentence, and that’s when his hand shot up to her throat.

“Fix your damn attitude or imma fix it for ya.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she yanked the ring off, throwing it at him so it bounced off his shoulder. “Fuck you. Maybe I should start givin’ my pussy out too.”

“That’s it. Ya finna quit talkin’ shit.”

He caught both her wrists, twisting her arms behind her back and pushing her against the wall so hard her shoulder blades thudded.

“Get your fuckin’ hands off me, Lowe!” she snapped, squirming against his grip.

He spun her around in one sharp move, pressing her chest into the wall, her cheek scraping faintly against the paint. His grip didn’t loosen for a second.

Then she felt the hard line of him press against her ass, his voice dropping low and dangerous in her ear. “Ya finna stop playin’ with me now. Your attitude need fixin’.”

Her skirt was shoved up around her waist, his hand sliding between her thighs, fingers pushing into her panties like he owned the space.

He didn’t hesitate—two fingers went straight inside her, pulling a moan out of her throat despite herself.

“Motherfucker,” she breathed, half in anger, half in surrender.

“Ya still talkin’, huh?”

He pulled his fingers free, his other hand unzipping himself. He smeared her wetness over the tip of his dick with deliberate slowness, then dragged her panties aside and pushed inside her with one deep thrust.