Page 66 of Kandie Shoppe

“Keep my parents’ names out of your fucking mouth, girl.” Teeth bared, I know he means it just as I mean the words that follow.

“What? You’re gonna kill me like Angel told you before he forced Easy to marry him?” I can see the truth in those blue eyes. He doesn’t have to speak on it for me to know I’m right. “G’head. I’m dead anyway. You did that. And you may as well be dead too, for all I care.” The old Kandie would have spit in his fucking face, but I’m better now. Well, a little. He doesn’t stop me when I lean forward, tugging his lip and biting the hell out of it. When I draw blood, he pushes his mouth hard into mine, making me suck in the blood I draw forth with my teeth.

Angry tongues mingle. Snatching back, I slap him hard as I can. “Let me go.” He squeezes harder, snapping my head back against the wall.

“Never.” Menace so mean emanates from every vibrating part of his enormous body. He leans his whole body into mine, pinning me against the wall. My dangling feet can find no purchase. He may as well be two stone slabs of granite for all the good it does when I push him away.

“Get. Off. Me.” He ignores the demand, instead he buries his face in my neck, pulling the skin there between his lips.

“Nah, I don’t think so,” he growls, sucking hard on my neck. My pussy clenches and I regret the sundress I threw on in my hurry to get pack and get out of here before he arrived.

“When I touch your pussy, I know it’s going to be dripping for me.” The rough chuckle sends shivers and tingles right down to my kittykat. This motherfucker makes me weak. I hate his ass so much right now.

Reaching for his hair, I snatch his head back and away from me. “I said get the fuck out.”

His dick kicks against the softest part of me. I bite back a moan. Too late, he sees it. His eyes smolder in response.

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that after I talk to my little friend. I can tell she’s been missing me the last few weeks. I can feel how she’s weeping for me.” He shifts rubbing his long hard dick against me. I squirm closer, my body is a traitor. Primed and out of control. I can feel how wet I am.

“You’re soaking me, darling.” The rough caress of his words matches the slow drag against my pussy.

“Damn girl,” he growls, using the hand circling my throat to wedge between us. Slowly his long fingers caress me. “How about this, wildcat? I’ll leave if I can’t make you come right now.”

One long finger slips inside. “So fucking tight, princess.” Head touching mine he pants fingering fucking me.

I keep my legs straight as still I try to deny him. I promise I try but crushed as I am, I melt like a marshmallow on a flame. Then just like the heated chocolate on the graham cracker Idissolve on his fingers. He adds another and soon the sound of his hand slapping against my wetness fills the room.

Toes curling my knees bow pressing against the wall as I rise to meet every inch as he thrusts into me. “Now come for me, like a good girl.” Fingers curling, he presses up high against me. The intensity of the pressure is too much for me to hold. I shatter and liquid bursts from me in hot little spurts.

“Ahh.” I watch him work me as I come all over us. The lower half of my dress is wet and so are his joggers.

Leaning back into me, he covers my mouth with his own. His mouth owns mine, and he lays claim on me. I can still taste the hint of blood on his lip. I suck on the tongue he spears into my mouth. He’s made me his plaything, used my anger to fuel my desire. Helpless and angry, I let him. It was just something my body needed. I need to get him out of my system this one last time. That’s it, that’s all.

He eases me back down to the floor. My essence is cool between my toes. Shame burns my feet. He steps back. Thunder sounds around us as he steps back and gazes down between us.

His dick is still heavy and hard pressed against his joggers. He steps back, his eyes troubled, a blue storm brewing behind.

He looks over to where the door is still standing open and dangling off its hinges, then goes to close it. Shoving it hard so that it fits the frame, he kicks it out of he turns back to me.

“I’ll fix it, later.” No apology nothing, just like he said nothing in response to me saying Angel told him to kill me.

“Stay,” he says, walking over to my bathroom like he owns the place.

“I’m not a dog, asshole,” I snap over to his retreating back.

“Doesn’t stop you from acting like a little bitch in heat though, does it?” he tosses over his shoulder.

Stunned by the cold viciousness of his words, I stand there like a fucking dummy for a minute.

Grabbing my bag and stuffing my shoes in it, I head out to the balcony. I’m midway to the top when I hear him yell, “Hey.”

Looking down, I see his face locked with fury as he jumps out onto the balcony, bounding up the stairs after me. He’s eating up the distance, rung after rung. I hang on the rung way too long, watching him frozen in fear.

My fight-or-flight response kicks in. Heart hammering, I hurry the rest of the way up the stairs, hitting the roof at high speed. All I have to do is make it to the side and he’ll never catch me. He’ll think I took the stairs when there’s an actual trap door on the other side of the roof. Just as I make it to the corner, what feels like a band of steel seizes hold of me. I suck air in as I’m spun around, my back against his chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice matches the thunder surrounding us. Far off in the distance, I see a flash of lightning.

“A storm is coming.” My eyes dart upward, panic making me flail in his arms.

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