Page 101 of Obsessive Love

“Oh hell,” a woman at a table over from us sighed and shook her head. “Genesis!”

“Shhhhhh,” the man said, putting his index finger to his mouth. “I’m here to work, baby. Let me work.”

I turned my attention back to him, and it took me a second to realize who he was. He was the same man from Ms. Arlene’s funeral who kept talking.

“Who is that?” Yamari whispered.

“Ladies, for your viewing pleasure, I’d like to introduce our special guest for the night. Genesis ‘Krude’ DeCorte!” Xoey laughed.

I turned my attention back to Krude and watched as he made his way to the middle of the room where Xoey was. Then, he took the microphone from her.

“My name is Genesis, and we are Krude and the Krudetts!” he said, then pointed to the door. It opened, and three other men and two women walked in, dressed in blue velvet suits. “We are your entertainment for tonight.”

Music started playing, and when he started singing, I knew I was in for a damn time.

“It was the third of September!”

“I think I changed my mind,” Yamari laughed as she watched them perform. “I might move here if stuff like this is normal!” She danced in her seat as Krude and his background singers and dancers performed.

“What are you doing?” Pyrite asked as I stood at the foot of the bed. After spending nearly six hours with Yamari at Xoey’s, I was ready to call it a day, and she agreed. We had fun, but I missed Pyrite. On the drive home, we talked about telling him I was in love with him. Yamari wanted me to blurt it off, but I knew I needed to do something memorable. “Hmm, Itty Bitty?” I held up a pair of handcuffs, and Pyrite laughed. “You want to use those?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “Are you game?”

“Hell yeah.” He put his laptop on the table beside the bed and pushed the covers back. “You ready?”

“Pause,” I said, stepping back. Pyrite lifted his brow in surprise, and I smiled. “I want to use them on you.”

“Bet,” he agreed, then laid down on his back. “Have your way with me.”

“Take your clothes off first, Pyrite,” I laughed. He stripped out of his clothes, throwing them in the corner of the room, and laid back down. I walked around the bed and secured him to it using the cuffs. He tugged at the cuffs on his wrist and nodded. “This shit tight. Is this how I had you?”

“Yep,” I nodded, then went back to the foot of the bed. I set the bowl of ice I’d brought with me on the end of the bed. “Iwant you to trust me.” I climbed into the bed and straddled his legs. “You trust me, Pyrite Stone?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, then bit into his bottom lip.

I picked up the bowl of ice and set it on his chest. “I promise to be gentle.”

“Nah,” he said, then chuckled. “Do what you wanna do.”

I ran my hand up and down his leg, enjoying the feel of his skin on the tip of my fingers. I wasn’t ready to speak yet, so I let my hands say what my mouth couldn’t say. I moved up his legs until I was straddling his lap. His dick was hard, so I had to adjust how I was sitting so I didn’t hurt him. I had plans for his dick. I took a piece of ice from the bowl and rubbed it up and down his chest.

“Shit,” he hissed when it touched his nipple. “That shit is cold.”

I put the ice back in the bowl and kissed his chest. Every place that the ice touched, my lips did as well. When I got to his nipple, I gently bit it before placing a kiss on it. I sat up, wrapped my hand around his neck, and touched his lips. I nipped, licked, and traced his bottom lip with my tongue. He chuckled lowly at my teasing but didn’t move.

“I expected you to be trying to break out of those by now.” I traced his jawline with my finger and smiled. I loved this man, totally and unapologetically.

“I’m trying hard as hell not to,” he replied, and I nodded. “You are so fucking beautiful, man.” I stopped tracing his jaw and stared at him. “What’s wrong?”

“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you call me beautiful,” I said. I thought back to all our conversations that I could remember and came up blank. He’d told me a lot of things, but never called me beautiful.

“Nah, ain’t no way, I know I said that shit before,” he replied, and I shook my head. “Legit? Alright, let me fix that shit right now.” He tugged at the cuffs. “Take these off.”

“No.”

Pyrite’s nostrils flared, and then he nodded. “Alright, well, Fable Walters, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. No one compares to you, mentally, physically, or emotionally when it comes to me.”

“Thank you.” I went back to tracing his jaw.

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