I tried touching him, but he stiffened from my touch. I stepped away from him and now my back was facing him. "Why?," I questioned. "I have my reasons," he retorted. "Why won't you let me touch you?," I insisted turning around to face him. "It's just the way things are. You just can't," he stated stubbornly. He stared back at me with those cold, harsh eyes that I couldn't bare any longer. I could feel the tears starting to form and I didn't want to let them fall. I was not going to let him see how weak I was. "Do you even love me?," I countered. "Ashanti, I told you I can't love. I'm incapable of loving you or anyone else," he says staring me in my eyes. "I'm going to get my clothes and go," I said numbly. Before I could move an inch, my back was crushed against the cold, hard surface of a wall. I looked up into Lamonte's eyes as he whispered, "You're mine. You're not leaving you can't leave." "You can't love me. Why would I stay?," I breathed. A love story that is beyond different. What was it about about Lamonte King that keeps her with him? She is breaking him and what will happen when he finally cracks? She will become his ruin. As he will become hers. PLEASE BE ADVISED: Some topics covered in this story may be triggering for many different reasons. This will be the only warning given moving forward. Read at your own risk!

She's fallin' in love now Losin' control now Fightin' the truth Tryin' to hide But I think it's alright

[COMPLETED] "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "It's a shame you won't be so much when I'm finished with you. I'm gonna play you like a piano, my precious girl." "We shouldn't be doing this Cyrus." I whisper staring up at him. His face hardens and he slips his thumb in between my lips. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." In which a dominant, thirty year old man, who has never been in a serious relationship, becomes infatuated with a twenty-three year old black girl.