Page 67 of Not My Type
“That yuh get when yuh wear them thing yer round me,” he whispers.
He knows.
“Know yuh feel it mon, but you nuh feel nuh’n yet.”
I feel him run his palms against the skin of my ass. He glides his big hands against my smooth globes in a circular motion, before he gives them a harsh slap. I jerk forward with a laugh. When I look up at him, his eyes are half lidded, fixed on my body. I smile smugly. I know my body is a work of art! ‘Put that on my own Mama… on my hooddd… I look flyyyyy… I look gooddd!’
He palms his bulge before shaking his head. “Jah know.” His eyes drop to my gold thong. They’re telling me exactly what he wants.
“Talk to me nuh,” I encourage, my eyes glinting with lust. Is this me, Zara Williams? It is. And I’m astonished by my behavior. You just needed a gangster to unleash your demons.
I look at the big, empty mansion before meeting his stare. “I can moan as loud and as long as I want.”
His stare shifts from being sexy to being straight up intimidating. This is the Bad man rizz? I seeeeee.
There’s something about his steely stare. I blush. Wah dis mi a do to miself? I could run right now.
“You sure Zara?” he asks, his eyes are still barely open.
“Aum... ” Watch har a ketch har fraid.
I glance around before I meet his stare again. “Why you ask if mi sure?” I ask hesitantly.
“Cause,” he heaves a sigh. “Honestly, mi still have some leftover anger in me from earlier. It make me drink up a lot of Henny and smoke a few spliff before mi drop a yuh foot.”
“So?” I prompt, sounding so naively confused.
“Don’t bother feel man a reject you enuh,” he tells me.
“So, what is it then?” I ask, eyes curious. He just stares, silence fills the space between us, only heat in his gaze.
“Mi ago ruff cause of the anger, yuh zi mi?”
I raise a brow at him. “Okay,” I say, unconvinced.
I turn, feeling like a total—I don’t even know. I offered sex and he’s... he’s... rejecting me? Mi wah go a mi yard. Shame a kill mi!
“Zara,” he calls and I face him.
“Mi know how yuh stay enuh, mi nah reject yuh. Yuh nuh see how man stand up stiff fi yuh?”
I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding in. “Then why you a use that as excuse, bout you a go ruff? Which woman want soft man?” I hiss. “Me lef mi ex cause of that. Me could a deh back with him, but a nuh that mi want.”
I am not a fragile little flower. I am a woman. A strong willed, determined woman who always gets what she wants. And right now?
“Wah you want?” he asks huskily, breaking my train of thought.
“Me deh with a badman now of course me want yuh ruff,” my words sound unfamiliar. I’m impressed.
“I’m trying to be free and not just live,” I admit. “I’m always laid back, I want to be alive. That’s why I chose this.”
He grabs my throat and I stare in his eyes. “Make me be real with yuh,” he starts. “When me say me a go ruff, me mean barbarously. It’s like, to how mi feel right now... Mi just wah cum. Mi go deh release mi stress in a yuh and a hurt yuh in the process.” He runs his free hand through his plaits as he tries to find the right words.
“Mi know you a put effort in a this, so you a expect an amazing first time. And as much as mi just wah carry yuh in a mi house and lock yuh down, til all a morning yuh still a cum, mi want it special, mi want make love to yuh,” he asserts, his voice genuine.
“Okay,’’ I nod. “I understand.”
“You sure?” he tilts his head.
