Nine years ago: Paynes Bay, Barbados
“Why did you come here, Lamont?” Issa had been forced to come to Lamont at his parents’ vacant summer home. After two days of calling her, with no success making contact, he’d threatened through his cousin Sharon that he would come to her house if she didn’t meet with him.
“Why did you leave our apartment? What are you doing back here? What about school? Or don’t you give a shit about that either?”
“Look, I left because I’ve had enough. I thought you’d get the message and leave me alone.”
“What’s going on, Issa? Is it your parents? Is your mom upset?”
“My mom is dead, asshole!”
“I’m sorry, baby. When?” He reached out and grabbed her hands in his.
She pulled her hands away from him and pushed his hands from her. “Don’t touch me!”
“Issa, please talk to me. What’s going on?”
She could hear the impatience laced with hurt in his voice. “I’m trying to tell you that we’re done. I tried to leave and not hurt you, but you clearly need the words.” The incredulity and hurt in his eyes were killing her. She loved him so much, and hurting him was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do. She had no choice if she wanted him to live. Lie hard! She almost cringed at her inner voice reminding her what must be done. “I don’t want to be with you anymore.”
Issa stiffen her spine and tried to recapture the emotionless state she’d been in for the last few days. When her father had come to NC to collect her after her mother’s supposed accident, she wasn’t in her dorm as he expected. It didn’t take long for a man of his resources to find her and find out that she’d been living with Lamont since coming to NC. In the span of a few hours she’d lost her mother and her boyfriend, both of whom she’d loved above all else. She’d been emotionally despondent at first and then on learning her father’s plan for her, she’d gone cold. Emotion was a luxury she could no longer afford. “I don’t want you anymore,” she insisted now more emphatically.
He stiffened with emotion; his expression shattered. “Since when, Issa? Do you need me to remind you of our last night in the apartment and in the morning? Did you decide that you didn’t want me anymore when you sucked my cock like it was the last lollipop on the planet? Fuck, you insisted that I hose your damn throat with my jizz.”
“You’re such as an asshole sometimes,” she hissed. Lamont was smashing through all of her emotionless barriers.
“Only sometimes?” He laughed bitterly. “No, I’m trying to understand your statement, Issa. I’m trying to understand when you decided you didn’t want me anymore, because, right after sucking my dick, you rode me hard and were screaming some shit about how much you fuckin’ loved me when you came all over that joystick. Did you stop loving me then, perhaps? No? Or don’t you remember, Issa?”
“Fuck you, Monty.”
“Fuck me? Fuck me?!?! No, tell me when you decided this shit. Help me understand how I can leave my girlfriend of six years fully sated in my bed, go sign a contract that sets us up for a better future, and come back to an empty house? Explain this to me, Issa. And this time, don’t fuckin’ lie to me!”
“I don’t have to explain shit to you.” The tears started rolling down her cheeks then because this was going to get worse before it got better. Lamont knew her too well. She couldn’t tell him that if she didn’t stop seeing him that her father would have him killed. Any hint that she was doing this against her will and Lamont would try to protect her. He would challenge any man who tried to take her from him. She knew this. His determination to take care of her, to protect her was too strong. But it wasn’t her who needed protection. He did.
She had to end this now before he saw through her quickly crumbling facade.
“You’re not leaving this house until I get a straight answer from you.”
“I told you already! You’re not listening!” She started crying in earnest.
“Your fuckin’ tears only tell me not to believe your ass. Why you cryin’ if I mean nothing? Talk to me, baby.” His eyes glistened.
“Lamont, I don’t love you anymore! You’re not what I want or need. Why can’t you accept that and move on?”
“Are you sure about that?” He stalked slowly toward her “Because I can so easily prove you wrong.”
She held her palm up and stepped back. “You’re talking simple biology. That does not negate the fact that I don’t want to be with you. I love someone else.”
Shit! Her inner voice was now screaming at her. Run! “What did you say?” His voice was paper-thin.
“You heard me.” She swallowed, not daring to repeat those words. The bile that churned in her stomach at that lie was threatening to make her vomit in disgust. She couldn’t imagine how she’d feel if he’d said that to her. She’d want to die.
“Is he someone your father will approve of? Some Asian dude?”
“Absolutely. He’s already met Dad.”
“Is that right?” His voice was silky smooth. “Is he here now?”
“No, we’re finally getting to the truth. I need to hear all of it. So, tell me, is he here now?”
“Has he touched you?”
“That’s none of your business.” Even the thought of another
woman touching Lamont made her cramp with pain. “Does he know that you’re here with me?” “Lamont...”
“Answer me! You owe me at least that.”
“This is pointless. Accept that I’m never coming back to you and move the hell on!”
Lamont laughed darkly. “If this is the last time I see you, I want something before letting you walk through that door.”
“Don’t do this,” she whispered as he started stalking toward her again.
“Why not? You let me fuck you for almost two years. What’s one more time?”
“Not like this. Not when you’re so angry.” She looked at the door and wondered if she could make that. He was an athlete, but so was she.
“I wish you would run. I will hunt you down like I did today.” “We’re not animals, Monty.”
“Speak for yourself. I’m feeling all kinda animal right now.” He laughed again. “Clearly, I hadn’t been handling my business, so I lost my woman. I’m going to fuck you the way I’ve always wanted to, but since I thought you were my queen, I thought I should protect you, take care of your needs. This time it’s for me. I want you going back to him with the feel of me still buried deep in your belly.”
She sprinted for the door.
He tackled her, lifting her in the air, and pushed her against the hallway wall.
She gasped at the jarring feel of her back hitting the wall hard.
He pinned her in place with his hips wedged between her legs and his hand holding her wrists above her head.
“Get off me!” she hissed furiously. She tried to push him off her. However, he was so big, so strong, he didn’t move an inch.
He ripped her blouse down the middle.
“Not yet, baby.” His anger was rolling off him in waves. “I
want you screaming my name after I’m in you.” He unsnapped the front clasp of her bra, and her breasts bounced free from their confinement in their C cups.
“I hate you!” She should have been afraid of him in this mood, but although he was being a little more rough than usual, he was still very careful with her. His hold was firm but not enough to hurt. His innate need to protect her brought tears to her eyes. I love you too, baby, her soul whispered, but she had to lie to him again. “I hate you!”
“You don’t hate me yet, but I’m working on it.” He bent his head and sucked a pearly nipple into his mouth.
“Sonofabitch!” she cried out loudly.
He chuckled darkly, and only when she was moaning under him did he let the hard tip pop free. He smirked down at her.
“When I’m done with you, you can hate me all you want. Because I’m sure as fuck going to hate you.” He tightened his grip on her wrists as he worked her shorts and panty off her hips.
She started to buck wildly under him as he threw her clothes carelessly to the floor. “Monty, not like this.” The rough skin of his fingers, after years of handling a basketball, abraded her soft skin. This was far from the gentle lover she’d known before. She should be repulsed by him, but not only did she love him, she wanted him like mad. She needed him one last time too.
“You don’t look like you don’t want it like this.” He pinched the beaded tips of her breasts roughly, again and again.
To her shame she couldn’t stem her lusty cry.
“Are you one of those girls who like a little pain?” He bent his head and took her lips in a punishing kiss, clearly not wanting a response to his question. He fed her his tongue, curling his tongue around hers. His calloused palms roamed her sensitive skin, cupping her breast, caressing her stomach before settling between her damp thighs.
She writhed beneath him and was soon returning his kiss with equal ravenous fervor.
He released her lips to look down at her through hooded lens. “Is that where I went wrong? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough? I was a choir boy and you wanted a thug?”
“You’re right.” The smile on his face didn’t reach his eyes. “You don’t want my words, you don’t want my love, you just want my big cock.”
He stared down at her with such dislike she wanted desperately to cover herself and hide. She felt exposed. Ashamed.
He furiously pulled his T-shirt over his head and unsnapped the button of his jeans.
The play of muscles rippling across his broad chest, his massive biceps, and eight-pack stomach held her mesmerized. She licked her suddenly dry lips and zeroed in on the chiseled V of his stomach, which bled into the opened zipper of his jeans, giving her a tantalizing view of short-dark hairs leading to his blatant erection. If she’d had any sense, she would have run then. Made her escape, but she was riveted by the masculine beauty of his physique. The sight of him never failed to render her speechless. Desire seared her to the core. She couldn’t leave him now if her life depended on it.
“I wonder what your new man would think if he saw you now.” He palmed his cock and stroked himself slowly. “You can leave now. I wouldn’t want you to be a cheater and a liar.” He stilled his hand suddenly, and the stunned look on his face sent a jolt of fear to her stomach.
“Or are you a cheat already? Did you cheat on me with him?” The visceral pain in his voice tore her heart to shreds.
“No! Never! I never cheated on you.”
He breathed out slowly and stepped closer to her until his chest was touching hers. “Thank God for small mercies. So, you’re just a liar then?” He trailed a finger from the middle of her chest, over her stomach, and then through the light carpet of hair between her thighs to the dewy lips of her slit. He slid a finger into her heat. “Definitely a liar.” He smirked and added another finger, which had her keening with pleasure.
She was overwhelmed by him, his masculine scent, his virility. She cried out passionately as he drove his fingers in and out of her weeping center. Widening her thighs to give him better access, she stood on the tips of her toes and held on to his biceps for purchase.
He suddenly stepped away from her and left her feeling bereft of his touch.
She quivered violently with a bone-deep need for his possession.
“Turn around,” he ordered coldly.
“Monty,” she whimpered. She didn’t want his coldness anymore and ached to see the tender love he’d always carried in his eyes for her.
“Turn around,” he muttered and forcefully pushed her shoulder until he got her to move to his satisfaction.
With her back to him, she felt incredibly vulnerable.
He used his foot to hit her feet out, widening her legs as he placed his palm in the middle of her back and pushed her head down. When he had her precisely as he wanted, he stepped between her legs and placed the broad head of his cock against her sleek opening.
“This time, Issa, I’m going in raw, no protection, no love bullshit.” He powered up into her.
She was stunned and lightheaded as a blistering climax rocked her to the core and almost brought her to her knees.
Lamont laughed darkly and kept at her, pivoting his hips ruthlessly as he tunneled in and out of her. He reached nerve endings in her she’d had no idea she had, and she experienced such intense pleasure that one orgasm after another rolled through her in devastating waves. She had no sense of time and space. No concept of where he ended and she began. She felt as though their souls had merged, and no matter what her father or anyone else for that matter did, they would always be one.
He spent hours fucking her that afternoon—against the wall, on the floor of his parents’ living room, bent over the arm of the sofa, in his parents’ king-sized bed, or on any surface he saw fit until they were both almost comatose.
As the afternoon started to turn into evening, she had to leave. There was no way she could miss dinner with her father without him coming to look for her. If he even got a hint that
Lamont was on the island, Lamont was a dead man. She insisted on leaving and didn’t try to meet Lamont’s gaze or tell him again that she didn’t want him.
“Go to him then,” he muttered bitterly. “Let him know that my seed is in every crevice of your body. I had you first. He’s welcomed to the leftovers.”
Issa was beyond feeling or being hurt by him. She knew that it was his pain talking. He’d spent the entire afternoon showing her how much he loved her, and she would never forget his loving. She walked home feeling like an old woman, a smelly old woman, because he refused to let her shower or clean up, sending her home smelling of hours of sex, smelling of him.
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