Page 55 of Almost Paradise

He pulls the phone away from his face. Something changes, and I think that’s when he realizes I was only leaving a message. “This is your last warning. Nia Paradise ismywife. Whatever bullshit you two had going on is over.” He ends the call and turns his back on me. I can see him scrolling through my contacts before he presses something on the screen. When he finally turns to face me, he throws the phone on the bed. “I deleted his contact from your phone.”

It’s that last statement that brings me back to reality. I grab my phone. Jelani’s contact is gone, just like he said. “I blocked him too,” he taunts.

I turn and look at him. He’s leaning against the door with his arms crossed. He even has his lips pursed as if he’s the wronged party. This man has barged back into my life after abandoning me and the child I was carrying. He’s threatened me with lawyers. He’s filed a lawsuit for full custody, threatened my dad and forced me into a marriage I don’t want. Now, he’s standing here acting as if he’s the injured party.

I take my phone and throw it across the room as hard as I can at his head. He catches it, which makes me angrier. He holds the phone up, shakes it and smirks. “Don’t quit your day job, baby girl. You’re clearly no pitcher,” he says.

“You goddamn son of a bitch,” I scream while I sprint across the room. I try to punch him in the jaw, but he wraps his hand around my wrist. “You ruin everything. Me and Jelani talked about being in a relationship, you asshole. This is another thing you’ve taken from me.” I try to pull away so I can scratch his face but can’t.

“So violent,” he says before he laughs in my face. “Well, you can’t be in a relationship with him because you’re married tome. The vows were pretty clear, baby girl. Remember the part about forsaking all others?” I kick him hard in the shin.

“Dammit, Nia,” he says. I manage to twist my wrist away and try to punch him, but he moves out of the way. I follow him and hit any part of his body that I can.

“You arrogant, smug son of a bitch,” I snarl between hits. He’s unphased. He stands there and takes it, all the while laughing at me. I hit him until he has enough and grabs both my wrists. He raises them above my head and pushes me against the wall. He presses his body into mine which prevents me from kicking him.

Just like before, he’s aroused. I can feel it. My nipples harden, and I hope he can’t feel them through my thick sweater.

“I’ve never hated a human being as much as I hate you,” I spit out. “You’ve ruined my life.”

“Aww,” he taunts. “I suggest you get over that little problem.” Sarcasm oozes out of him. “Just know that my wife will not be calling another man. Under no circumstances are you to apologize for me. Ever. I’m Drake Paradise, and I make no apologies for anything. I go after what I want, and I take it. Just like I took you.”

“I’m not a possession,” I tell him. “I’m a person with wants and needs.” He presses his body into mine and rubs his erection on me. “I don’t want or need you,” I say.

“Liar,” he whispers. He kisses the side of my neck, and I almost become undone. “Your mouth tells lies, but your body tells the truth.” He runs his tongue along the base of my neck and my body involuntarily shivers.

“Let me go.”

“Make me,” is all he says. I lean into him to push him away. Big mistake. He grinds on me.

“You’re so disgusting,” I manage to say, but my body is suddenly more alive than it’s been in years. Damn Drake Paradise to the deepest depths of hell. Only he’s been able to do this to me. I’ve been with men before him and one man after, and no one has come close to making me feel the way he does. Just one kiss from him is better than anything I’ve had with anyone else. I hate him for it.

“The lies you tell, baby girl. I don’t ever remember it being disgusting. I think the word you're looking for is nasty.” he whispers in my ear. He licks the shell, and I almost groan. “It was so nasty. The way you’d call out my name when I made you come. How did it go again? I think something like this. Drake.” He lowers his voice and elongates his name. His warm breath hits my skin, and my body immediately covers in goosebumps. “And the things you’d let me do to you. Those nasty, filthy things,” he whispers. “I’ve been in all your holes. You let me come in your pussy. In your mouth where you’d greedily swallow every drop. In your ass. On your tits after I fucked them. I even got some on your face and in your hair a few times. You’d swipe my cum with your fingers and suck it into your mouth like pudding. And what about that other time I fucked your tits? That time was because you were on your period. A little blood never stopped us before, but you had cramps that day. You had cum dribbling down your chin because I came so hard.That’swhat I remember.”

He’s right. Every single thing he said is true. I wanted every part of him. I let him have me in countless ways. Nothing was off limits. We’d spend an entire weekend in bed, and it wouldn’t be enough.

“You’d let me do those things to you on Saturday, and you’d go to church with your family on Sunday like a good girl. I always wondered what you prayed about,” he says.

“I don’t remember any of that,” I lie. He presses himself further into me. Then, he drops my wrists and takes a step back. As I try to get my heartrate down to normal, he surprises me and rips my sweater in half. He does the same with the tank top underneath. Before I can blink, he lifts my bra and covers my breasts with both hands.

“These pebbly nipples tell the truth, baby girl. I bet your pussy is already trembling. Just like it used to. It’s a trembling, wet, greedy mess right now, isn’t it?” He lifts me and throws me on the bed. I try to get up, but he dives on top of me, covering my body with his. His mouth lands on mine and he gives me a punishing kiss. He bites my mouth, and I bite him back. I return the kiss and try to punish him as much as he’s punishing me. It’s too much. It’s nowhere near enough.

My fingers slide in his hair, and I pull it as hard as I can. All he does is groan and grind into me. He takes my free hand and puts it over his erection. I move my hand away as if burned. He groans again. He unzips my pants and slides his hand in my panties.

“This doesn’t lie either. I can practically hear it begging for my dick.” He’s right. It is, but there’s no way I’ll ever admit it. He slides a finger inside of me. I can’t help it. I mewl like a bitch in heat. He resumes the punishing kiss, and because I don’t know which one of us I hate more at this moment, I kiss him back just as hard.

Without breaking the kiss or removing his finger from inside me, he rolls down my pants with his free hand.

“Open your legs,” he orders. He ends the kiss and removes his hand and starts to unbuckle his belt. The sound of the buckle takes me out of my lust-filled haze, and I remember all the ways I loathe this man.

“No,” I tell him. He pushes his pants and underwear down. His hard dick springs free, and I notice a bead of pre-cum oozing out at its head. My greedy mouth waters and my wet pussy is practically begging for it. “No,” I find the strength to repeat.

“No?” he asks almost as if he didn’t hear me.

“I said no. Get out of this room.” He bends down to kiss me again, but I move my head. “No,” I state firmly and emphatically. “You can put your dick away. You won’t be using it on me. Ever. I suggest your dick get reacquainted with your right hand since we are forsaking all others.” I roll over too fast and fall off the bed with a loud thud. I land on my ass. I stay on the floor while I wait for my body to return to normal. The only sound in the room is the sound of our heavy breathing.

After a few minutes, I hear him get up. I hold my breath. If he comes on this side of the bed and touches me, there’s no way I’ll be able to resist him again. I’ll spread my legs for him and let him defile my body any way he wants.

I hear his retreating footsteps, and then the door opens. Seconds later, it slams so hard I let out a gasp of surprise.

---