His Love for Chocolate

His Love for Chocolate

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Jayda is a innocent, kind, loving, and carefree girl who is African American and has had trust issues after her farther raped her on her 17th birthday. She went to live with her mom in Hollywood. There she went to a new school and started a new life without her farther. Scott is a possessive, obsessive, dangerous, and sexy gang leader who instantly fall in love with jayda the moment they bump into each other in the halls of school. He made it his mission to protect, care for, and love her. Scott claim jayda in front of the entire school no one could talk or look at her. He wanted jayda to submit to him and he be dominant over her. ****************************************** "S-Scott why doesn't your mom like me?" I asked in a whisper with my head down. He didn't reply. "It's because I'm black isn't it?" I didn't stutter because I knew that was the reason. He signed and pulled me onto his lap. "Baby you can't pay attention to my mom she was raise like that and that's not an excuse but all that matter is that I love you" he whispered in my ear while placing a soft kiss. "But why does she care I mean we love each other that's all that matter?" "She just doesn't understand baby she don't understand our love" His hands gently rubbed circles on my bare thigh. "Why not Scottie?" I asked while I laid my head on his chest. He grabbed my hips and turned me to face him. He slowly lead in till our head were touching. "Because we're a Different Kind of Love my favorite piece of chocolate" He then smashed his lips to mine and forced his tongue inside my mouth.
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He watched as her eyes skimmed over his dark eyes and black hair with barely a reaction. He felt his pride twinge a bit so he went further. Lifting his hands, he let the blood drip from them. Her eyes widened slightly and her chin rose. She looked at his hands then back at him. His dark eyes gleamed in a challenge. "You've not harmed me or mine, faery." She spoke out loud. "Blood does not scare me and neither do you. Keep your dog on its leash." Then she turned and calmly walked back inside. Intrigued now, he went to the window of the house and watched as she reassured her mother that the dog was gone "I'll see you tonight, reckless child." He promised softly. **** Marcus felt himself beginning to wake and struggled to stay in the dream. But it was no use. His eyes opened and he released the pillow his hand was gripping. It was the same one that she had laid her head on every night. His head went into the pillow heavily for a moment, breathing in her faint scent. He hated and treasured dreams like that with equal fervor. He rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling. It had been decades since she'd been forced to break that promise. He lifted his hand and touched the ring that had been her last gift. It had been decades, but it was yesterday. ***I did not skimp on the steamy scenes so consider yourselves warned ok? There are also a few violent scenes that I'll try to remember to put a warning before so you'll have a heads up. Any of the pictures/artwork were found online so I reserve no rights to those just the story. But I do reserve all rights to the story. This story runs concurrently with "Bloody Desire" and "All Roads Lead to Rome" Awesome new book cover is courtesy of @ScarlettOlivier. She's awesome. Check her stuff out.

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