Page 11 of Forbidden Love

“Up in this bitch dancing like your body don’t owe nobody nothing.” He chuckled deeply in my ear.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I leaned my weight on him a little. Sol smelled expensive and masculine as hell. He was sinful, and he knew it. His hand left my waist and sat on the top of my ass.

“I’m on vacation, and I’m grown. Casper knows that, just like you do,” I finally managed to say.

“Come home with me,” he said, voice deep and steady.

“Why?”

“I ain’t bout to yell over the music in order to tell you what the fuck I want.” He squeezed my ass.

“What you want?” I teetered a little.

“I want what you want. One and done, we ain’t even pose to breathe in the same space, Ma. I respect Casper but can’t help that his daughter want this dick. I’ll give you this shit and feed you in the morning. After that, whatever infatuation you got with me…dead it. I don’t need Casper getting in his feelings over his baby girl. When I turn to walk away, you tell your friends you’ll call them tomorrow then meet me out in the front. Valet should have my whip ready by the time you bring yo hot ass on.” Sol’s raspy voice tickled my ear drum. For great measure, he bit down into my earlobe then released me.

Before he could walk away, I grabbed his wrist and stopped him. I put my nervousness to the side and stepped into his personal space. I looked up into his chocolate, smoldering eyes and searched them for a couple of seconds. Sol was somethingcold, I felt it. The red flags was evident as hell. Without a doubt I was going to follow him. I didn’t know why I stopped him. He looked down at my hand on his wrist and smirked before looking back up into my eyes.

“The fuck up, Ma?” His voice felt like a strong hand cupping my pussy.

“You act like you God’s gift to the world. Like I’ve been praying and asking for God to send you my way.” I chuckled dryly.

His eyes dropped low, slowly roaming over my cleavage then down to my thick thighs. He licked his lips salaciously then tugged at the beard hairs on is chin.

“I guess yo hot ass lucky that it wasn’t me you was praying to. I answer prayers with punishments.” He bit into his bottom lip.

The club music thumped between us; my bottom lip dropped open.

“You always talk like that?” I asked.

“Only when I see something I might break,” he said as he leaned in just enough for me to feel his breath.

“Only if she begs me to.” He looked down.

My pussy clenched. I couldn’t breathe and forgot to blink. I couldn’t even stop the ache of need that rose high inside of me. Sol was not the kind of man you played with, and it was sad that I had already started to play.

Chapter 6

Sol

What the fuck was I even on? Yeremy’s fine, thick as grits ass, didn’t belong in my car. Yet, she looked perfect in my drop top Benz. She leaned her head back against my blood-red headrest. My engine roared to life before taking off from the curb. I looked over at Yeremy, her hair was wild from dancing, but her plump lips were still glossed up. My gaze fell down to her thick thighs and the way her dress rose up higher since she sat down in my car. She tugged at her dress like it would make a difference, I guess that shit was out of nervousness.

“Why you so quiet?” she asked, side-eyeing me like she could read more than I gave her spoiled ass.

I didn’t answer. I just hit the gas as the city blurred past in streaks mixed with the streetlights. Her perfume filled the car, blowing in the wind. I knew what Yeremy needed, and selfishly I could have avoided her. I saw her soon as I walked in the club. Her booty was disrespectfully clapping and shaking for every man in the club to salivate over her. Them same thirsty niggas that looked at her saw just who the fuck she left with.

Casper was proud of his daughter, he bragged about her every chance he got. Yeremy had two weeks off from saving livesand watching people die at the hospital. I shouldn’t have even bothered fuckin’ with her. I just couldn’t take my eyes off of her. If she knew that I was the nigga that stormed in her apartment to kill that bitch ass nigga of hers, she would have never kept looking my way.

I tried to avoid her any time I went to chop it up with Casper. I avoided her for her own sake and out of respect for Casper. Ramsey was a bitch made nigga. He plotted on her since the very beginning. Casper wouldn’t have put the hit out him if he didn’t find out how Ramsey plotted on using Yeremy as ransom for money. He was gone have one of his boys kidnap her and demand millions in order for him to climb up the food chain.

On top of that, the bitch that I put Fatz on tonight was in love with Ramsey. He fathered Bianca’s kids. Yeremy was just a naïve broad, spoiled by her dad, and wanting some type of fairytale ending. I couldn’t give her that, but what I could give her was some good ass dick and a full stomach followed by the morning.

I didn’t pillow talk, and it wasn’t my place to tell her about all the deception going on right under her nose. Bitches came a dime a dozen in my field of things. I didn’t trust them and my heart didn’t beat for em’. Tonight, I planned on fucking Yeremy like it was my last night breathin’ then cut her cold turkey.

I pulled up to my place and hit the gate. Yeremy looked up as the lights from my house cut through the night.

“You live here?” she asked, amazed.

“Nah Ma, I just rob rich muthafuckas and park out front like this.”

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