Ruthless (32 page)

My pussy starts to pulse. My nipples harden.

“Arrrrrrrgh, arrrrrrrgh, arrrrrrrgh…aaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaah,
aaaaaaah…”

I lick my lips.

One by one, thick ropes of white cream spew out of their cocks, coating Vernon's face, his chest, and filling the open space in his gag with cum until he gurgles and grunts, practically choking on a mouth overflowing with man seeds.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath.

Another nigga scratched off the list.

Tears begin to well in my eyes, but I refuse to let any fall.

Not here. Not now.

Money isn't the root of all evil, pussy is…

T
welve forty-five a.m., Stax lets me know he's in the hotel lobby. I quickly send Lamar a text to proceed with the plan as discussed, then quietly slip through the door of the adjourning suite from the watchful eyes of the two guards standing watch over me, and wait for Stax.

Lamar texts back. Says everything is a go. They are moving out now. And like the two times Jasper's six other stash houses were seized and burned down, his team will spill out of unmarked vans—donned in black Kevlar, gas masks and firepower held in ready positions, fingers resting on trigger guards—to the front and back of each spot as hundred-pound door busters swing into action, splintering locks and knocking wooden doors inward. Point men will toss flash grenades into the front and back, then permanently shut shit down.

My only hope, there isn't a lot of blood shed.

Within minutes, there's a light knock on the door.

He's here.

Pushing back the scenes playing out in my head, I quickly glide a coat of cherry-flavored lip gloss over my lips, then open the door, stepping aside to let him in. He smells as if he's freshly showered. I breathe in his scent, shutting the door behind him.

“I'm glad you came,” I say as he crosses into the room. He's wearing a navy blue designer sweat suit with a navy blue Yankees fitted hat and a pair of crisp white Air Max.

I gesture with my hand for him to have a seat on the sofa.

“Nah, I'm good,” he says; his tone clipped. He's looking at me, but seems distracted.
Shit must be getting real hectic.
He studies me. “What happened to ya face?”

I give him a dismissive wave. “A disagreement with a disgruntled bitch turned ugly.”

He gives me a questioning look, then shrugs it off. “So, what's up? You said you needed to see me.” I blink. His aloof demeanor takes me aback, only for a brief moment, though.

“Yes.” I sit on the sofa, crossing my legs and allowing my robe to spill open, revealing my thigh. I clasp my hands over my knee. His gaze slides down to my hardened nipples pressing against the fabric of my robe, then to my thigh. “Does Jasper want you to set me up?”

His eyes narrow slightly. “Where'd you get that from?”

I shake my head, sighing. “Stax, you promised you wouldn't let anything else happen to me. Did you mean that?”

“C'mon, Pash. Of course I did. I keep tellin' you, I say what I mean.”

“Then be honest with me,
please
. Does Jasper want you to kill me?”

He removes his hat. Runs his hand over his head. Then glances at his watch.
Nigga, I don't know what you looking at the time for. I'm not letting you out of here anytime soon.
I tilt my head, waiting.

He decides to sit next to me, his leg barely touching mine. “Hell nah. He knows not to ever come at me wit' some shit like hat. Yeah. Jasp came at me a minute ago wantin' me to get at you, but
I told him I wasn't beat. I've snatched up a few muhfuckas ‘n' muscled 'em up when needed. But all that extra shit, I'm not wit'.”

I ask him if that was his reason for coming down to the salon after Jasper had his goons shoot at me in front of the salon two weeks ago. He told me it wasn't when I asked him then. I'm asking again to see if his answer changes. It doesn't. He says Jasper only asked him to get me to him. Then he'd take care of the rest.

“And do what,
kill
me?”

The grim look on his face says volumes.

I clench my teeth. “That bastard's going to get everything he fucking deserves.”

He eyes me, not so much in suspicion as in confusion, then realization. “I need you to keep shit a hunnid wit' me, Pash. Did you have anything to do wit' what happened to that cat
L
they had plastered all on the news?”

I bat my lashes, feigning shock. “Why? Was he one of the nigga's Jasper had assaulting me?”

“Answer the question, Pash. Yes or no?”

I narrow my eyes. Stax is smart enough to know—at least I hope he is—that flat-out admitting to what he already knows to be true is not going to happen. But I won't deny, either. “There were six grimy motherfuckers that I recall who were all wearing colored basketball shorts, stampeding down the stairs into the basement, then taking turns fucking into my face, coming in my mouth, because of Jasper's ass. That is a fact. So, Stax, the truth is, I intend on making it my business that
every
last one of them niggas pay. One by one, they will all drop, including Jasper.”

Stax massages his temples. There's a long pause. A deafening silence as if he's trying to find the right words to say. He seems to be thinking. “And the fires?” he asks, finally.

I blink. “What fires?”

“C'mon, Pash. Don't front like you don't know what time it is. Those six spots that got ran through, then set fire to, were stash houses. Those were big hits, Pash. Some real major losses.”

I shrug, slowly shaking my head. “Karma is a bitch, Stax. So I need for you to fall back for a while, please.”

He frowns, giving me a strange look. I glance at the time. He's only been here for ten minutes and it feels like forever.

“I'm
not
asking, Stax. I'm
pleading
with you. It's the only way I can keep you safe.”

“Safe? Safe from what, Pash?”

I take a deep breath. “From…” My chest tightens. All of a sudden, I am feeling overwhelmed. My emotions are swelling. Pushing up against the floodgates.

This isn't scripted; isn't part of the plan. No. No crying.

“Me,” I whisper, choking back tears. I am gripped with anger. My voice is strained with hurt and sadness. “From me, Stax. I have to keep you safe from
me
…”

His intense stare starts to unnerve me. I shift in my seat. Turn my head from him. My bottom lip quivers. The floodgate snaps open, the dam breaks. And the tears come in a rush, crippling everything inside of me. Jasper's pushed and pushed and pushed. Now he's pushed too far. He's turned me into
this
… this blood-thirsty bitch. And I won't stop, can't stop, until I've fed it, until it's sated.

And now I'm afraid…
very
afraid for anyone who gets in my path. My blood pounds through my veins. My head starts to throb. I become a ball of snot and tears and slob, holding my face in my hands, shaking my head and rocking.

My wrenching sobs come from somewhere deep. From peeling
scabs, and unstitched emotional wounds; from fists and threats; from multiple niggas taunting me, fucking into my mouth, jeering and sneering, egging each other on.

To disrespect and degrade the dick-sucking bitch.

To break the cum-slut's spirit.

Stax moves closer. His arm is around my trembling shoulder, and he's pulling me into him. “C'mon, Pash. I hate seein' you cry. It fucks wit' me. Shit's real crazy right now, Pash. Give Jasp his paper ‘n' he'll leave you alone. That's my word, Pash. I'll handle this shit, aiight? You gotta trust me. He'll sign the papers.”

Eventually I quiet. The tears subside. I lift my head, finally looking up at Stax. I am surprised to see the pained look on his face. His eyes are red. But there are no tears. Still, I am aware with aching clarity the depth of his feelings for me. The ones he's kept hidden from me.

Feelings I've been oblivious to.

I stare into his brown eyes. He takes a hand and using his gentle fingers to wipe tears from my face. He holds the back of my head, pressing his head up against my forehead. “God, you're so fuckin' beautiful…” He draws back to look at me. “I have to stay away from you, Pash. This shit between us is too dangerous.”

I close my eyes, rubbing my neck. We're both quiet for several moments. I turn to him, taking a deep breath. Finally he asks, “What the fuck are we doin', Pash, huh?”

I touch his face. My fingers tremble over the outline of his jaw, then over his thick brows, then his lips. I am unraveling. Becoming undone again. His heated gaze unhinges me. I look away from him. Before the guilt finds its way home and comes rushing to the surface.

Before the tears come again.

Seduction and surrender can be the ultimate forbidden pleasure…

“Answer me, Pash,” Stax demands, his mouth near my ear. “Why am I here?” He nips my lobe. “And don't bullshit me.”

“I'm using you,” I admit, sitting up on my knees on the sofa, pulling loose the tie of my robe. I part my thighs. One hand massages my breast, the other slips between my legs. I dip a finger inside of me. “My pussy's wet, Stax.”

“C'mon, Pash. Don't.” He takes a deep breath, getting up from the sofa. His arousal evident by the thick lump in his sweats.

“Don't you want to be inside this tight pussy? I know we have to stop this. But I don't want to. Not tonight. I want you to fuck me one last time.” I pull open my robe. Allow it to fall from my shoulders. Stax tries not to cast his gaze down at the eager fingers, slipping in and out of my slick cunt. “Give me that dick, Stax. Fuck me. Pound the life out of this pussy.”

I can tell he's fighting against his subconscious. Struggling to keep from caving into his heated desires for me. He lets out a groan.

Tears spill down my cheeks. “I didn't ask for this, Stax. This aching want for you. Jasper did this, Stax. He fucked Felecia. Fucking you, Stax, numbs the pain. It helps me block it all out.” I ease off the sofa, baring my nakedness; baring my wounded soul—
desperate and desolate—as I walk over to him.

I move in closer to him. Our bodies meet. And he doesn't back away.

I ask, “Do you love me?”

“Fuck, Pash! Shit.” He shakes his head. “We can't do this shit, ya heard?” He cups my face in his hands. He leans in and brushes his lips against mine. “This shit's fucked up, Pash. You fuckin' got me goin' crazy. Shit.”

Still…he doesn't answer the question.

“I know it is.” I move my wet pussy against him. Break his resolve. My hand reaches between his legs, grabbing his dick, stroking and squeezing it over his sweats. I feel it twitching as it swells. “Mmm. Let me feel this big dick inside of me.”

“You playin' wit' fire, Pash. We could both both end up gettin' burned.”

“I'm already in the flames.” I ease my hand up under his sweatshirt until my fingers find his nipples. I pinch them, lightly, causing Stack's breath to hitch. His tongue is in my mouth, his left hand gripping my ass. My skin burns where his fingers are—his touch, his body, fusing into my own.

I am smoldering with need. I step out of his embrace. Lie back on the sofa, my legs bent at the knees and spread, waiting…wanting. My pretty pussy wet and swollen, I peel my dew-slick lips open, showing him my pink insides.

Without prompting, Stax pulls his sweatshirt up over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. I lick my lips, taking in his flat stomach muscles. He pushes down his sweatpants and boxers until they are wrapped around his ankles.

He stands like this, unmoving, his swollen dick pointed straight as an arrow, bouncing up and down, his hands fisted at his sides,
watching me watching him.

He tortures me. Slowly, he kicks off his sneakers, then steps out of his sweats and underwear. Naked. His dick is thick and sturdy and ready as he reaches down and pushes my legs further apart, the head of his dick stretching through a wet, welcoming warmth that engulfs him.

He fucks into me deep. Plunges into me hard and fast. His dick is buried so deep. So damn fucking deep. I curse him for the delicious burn. He curses me back for the delicious squeeze.

I groan. He groans.

My pussy dissolves into his strokes. His arms curl under me, then he's lifting me. We're standing. “Wrap your legs around me. Let me get all up in this pussy, baby.”

My legs take on a life of their own and wrap around his waist, my arms clasp around his neck, and we are moving. Slow, intense. His eyes on mine, burning into my soul.

“Uhhh…don't know what the fuck you're…mmmph…doin' to me, Pash…uhhh…”

Stax thrusts into me, his dick fucking into my heat, fucking into my heart, fucking into the hollowness of my soul, filling it with everything he is.

Thrusting and grunting again and again, pulling out to the crown of his dick, then thrusting back in balls deep.

I am fighting a rushing wave of pleasure.
Ohgod, noooo! Please, Lord God!
“Uhhh…”

I am bouncing up and down and around the length and width of him, the slick-click of my pussy soaking his dick with hungry need and greedy want. Stax's dick grows bigger inside of me, his ten inches swelling into a part of me I'd hidden, forgotten existed. But Stax finds it, strokes it; shoves it open with every stroke.

That space…
OhsweetFatherGod, nooo!
I am coming and I am forgetting. Forgetting everything, letting it all go, as he fucks me. Forgetting my hate, my anger, my lies, my secrets as he fucks me deep and deliberate. I forget I am only using him as he kisses my mouth, bites my lip, my throat, leaving his mark, stamping my body, my pussy, with fiery passion.

I gasp his name as he pounds into me.
LordGodJesus!
My fingernails dig into his shoulders, grazing his heated skin.