Page 33 of Welcome to the Heart Of A Maniac
“Mhm, this good,” I complimented and took the fork away from him. At this point, I didn’t need any more convincing to eat this food. I’m speechless.
“Thanks,” left his lips. I couldn’t believe that he’d actually cooked this.
“What’s that around yo’ wrist?” My eyes zeroed in on the black fabric again. I’d been meaning to ask him from when I first saw it, but it slipped my mind.
“Yo’ bra strap.”
I choked on the rice, and he handed me a bottle of water. Eternal. Perfect choice. That’s some of the best tasting water I’ve ever had in my life. Tried it one time, and I’d never go back to another.
“Why are you walking around with my bra strap on yo’ wrist?”
“You need to be minding yo’ business.”
“Uh, hello… it’s my bra strap. I think that is very much my business.”
I gulp down half the water and sat there, waiting for a response that I never got. After finishing the food, I got up and cleaned my plate and fork. It’s the least I can do since he allowed me into his home.
“If you’re so scared of bad weather, why stay in a trailer?” I turned around from the sink and Maniac was standing mere inches away from me. He closed the gap between us and my heart damn near leaped out of my chest. My fingertips glided his abs, coursing up to the Maniac tattoo etched in the center of his chest.
Our gaze synced, and I asked, “Are you really certified?” I’ve seen him do some unhinged things when it came to me, but that doesn’t mean that he operates that way completely.
Hooking my chin, he tilted my head and asked, “Wanna find out?”
Desperately.
For whatever insane reason, I wanted to see just how crazy he can get. My heartbeat can be felt through my pussy now. It’s been so long since I’ve yearned for a man other than Cassius. I want Maniac to touch me. Kiss me. In all the places that he’s not supposed to be. Clean every nook and cranny of me with his tongue. The middle of the pajama pants dampened. I knew then that I need to get away from this man.
“I think it stopped raining,” I spoke and slipped from between him and the sink. Of course, I didn’t make it far. He’d caught me by the wrist and pulled me back into his frame. His dick is hard. Rock hard. Pressing against my right ass cheek.
God.
That’s about the only person that can help me right now. All of my common sense is slipping out the window.
His free hand pressed against my lower abdomen and slowly eased up over my left breast and didn’t stop ’til it made it to the front of my neck. Leaning his mouth down by my ear, he said, “I told you that you gon’ stop fighting it. Give into the chaos.”
Chaos wasn’t me. I kept things simple—maintained. Peace was what I’ve been living by. The exact reason why I was able to give up on Cassius so easily. He didn’t bring me calm and if he disrupted my peace, he had to go. That doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt or anything. I’ve lived my life without him before I met him, and I was gon’ live my life without him after him.
Maniac is trying his best to bring madness into my life and no matter how much I try to fight it, it seems inevitable.
Spinning around in his arms, I cupped his face and smothered his lips with mine. It may have been the worst decision that I’ve made in a while, but hell, if I can’t beat him, I might as well join him.
Maniac scooped me up underneath the arms and rested me on top of the island. His hands tugged the t-shirt up, temporarily breaking our kiss, giving me a bit of air and he tossed it to the floor. Looking me dead in the eyes, he said, “You’ve always been mine. Once I’m inside you, that’s it. There’s no going back. You gon’ activate my crazy, and I hope you can handle that shit.” His index finger brushed against my nipple, and I sank my teeth into my lower lip.
Him speaking to me in that manner only made me crave him even more when it should’ve been the complete opposite. “I don’t share, and I don’t let go.” His lips embraced the corner of my chin.
“Mmhmm,” I shut my eyes and moaned. “I love a selfish man.”
His hand slipped in between my thighs. I’m certain that he can feel the warmth and moisture from my pussy. “Look at me,” he told me, and my eyes popped open. “Tell me something… can you survive the heart of a maniac?”
“Yes,” escaped my lips as if it was nothing. I didn’t know the first thing about being with a man of his caliber, but right now, my pussy is doing the talking and all I want is for him to put out this fire he started between my thighs.
He gripped the top of the pajama pants, and I lifted just enough for him to tug them down. They dropped to the floor at his feet. He nudged my legs opened and stared at my pussy as if he was observing Mona Lisa on the wall in an art gallery.
“You sure this what you want?”
“Yes.”
He yanked me to the edge of the counter and softly kissed my inner thigh. His touch and his kisses didn’t align with the type of man he was. Maniac dove headfirst into my pussy as if he’d jumped off a diving board. The way he licked my clit was like he was in the running for a gold medal. His tongue dipped insidemy folds, and he tenderly sucked on my clit. Just from the lil sample I got from him, I can tell that he was about to be one of the best head hunters I’ve ever experienced.
