<Despite the look on my face, you're still talking>

|Kian|

Tuesday, June 29, 2021

"MOM! MOM! Please wake up. That bad man is gone. Mom, please wake up! Open your—"

I gasped, eyes darting around as I woke up with a start. Searching. That voice. The fucking pitiful tone of a helpless child.

Where was he?

A sense of unease closed in on me, my body drenched in a cold sweat. Mom, please wake up. What on earth—

Fuck. I sat upright, cradling my aching head as realization dawned on me. I was that child.

Agony clung to my skin, the blood in my veins pounding furiously. The goddamn nightmares. They were back. In full fucking force.

I found it hard to breathe as I tossed away the sheets clinging to my naked body and padded to the restroom, misery choking my dry throat. Why were the horrifying dreams assaulting me? Haunting me once more?

The bitter memories of my dead mom had receded, fading away completely but recently, with the stress of every fucking problem in my life at the moment, they ran amok in my mind. Torturing me. A fucking pain in my ass.

"Hell," I croaked out, raking a hand through my tousled hair, a harsh sigh escaping my lips as I stared in the mirror. My reflection was a scruffy mess.

An evident aftermath of the nightmares, dark circles sat beneath my red-rimmed eyes, my chin spotting rough stubbles. Disgusted at that unkempt image that lay before me, I decided to brush my teeth and take a bath. Maybe, just maybe, I would feel better after that.

But I knew I was shitting myself.

As I slid a sponge over my wet skin, the cruel memories returned. Taunting. Mocking.

"See you after school, darling!" Mom called, lips in a wild smile, her blonde hair glowing in the sunlight. She sat in the car, waving her right hand at me.

"See you too mom." I waved back, grinning from ear to ear. "Bye."

"Bye." Then she blew me a big kiss before Kincade, her driver, offered me a tiny smile as he drove her away from me.

Forever.

I never saw her smile nor wave at me again. Rather, I'd arrived home to encounter her stiff body, blood pooling on the floor, tainting the rug, her skin ice cold to touch. Completely lifeless.

The sponge slipped out of my fingers, the tiled wall meeting my fist. Hard. A maelstrom of fury whirled in the darkened embers of my tarnished heart, rage bubbling through me as I punched the wall again.

Fuck it. That psycho driver. That black shit, Kincade, was the reason my mother was dead. Not only had he destroyed every chance I'd had to grow up with a mom, he'd ruined me. Transformed me from a happy, easy-going boy to this hulking, enraged beast of a man.

"Why me?" I whispered, bruised fingers clutched to my face, hurt evident in my tone.

I'd been a menace, my childhood, a merge of disasters. My father, the bastard who had never provided time for me in the first place, retreated into his cold shell when his sunshine, mom, was gone. Darkness had been infused in my life, the only dim light chasing away the shadows, that of my brother's and my ex-wife. Until she'd snuffed out hers.

"Why?!" I roared, a savage roar of grief. "Am I that hard to fucking love?! Am I?!" A pang sat in my chest, claws of woe digging in.

Knees buckling beneath all that whirlwind of raw emotions, I sank, the water washing away the tears that streamed past my face. Pain. Sorrow. Dejection trickled down my cheeks. Until there was none left to cry.

For some minutes, I remained in that crouched position, holding my blemished wrist, the anger and the pain dwindling as the water swept over my body, another sinister thought swirling in the confines of my head.

Jadesola. She was here. Just a few feet away. A fact that was so out of the game plan.

Earlier, the plan had been to take down the bitch, tearing down that haughty attitude she so promptly displayed. Fucking ruin her until she came crawling, begging, her fierce spine grinded to dust but there had been a hitch. A very pleasurable one.

With every instant my eyes feasted on her voluptuous body, every single fucking time, I was overcome with the insistent desire to fuck her. Take out all that rage out on her. Horny as I was, I needed a reprieve and who better to source it from?

A black woman who would pay for the sins of her race with her body. It was part of her dues.

I stood upright.

My eyes dilated in pure lust as I let the warm water stir equally warm feelings in me, surprised that I hadn't pondered on this tillating thought. That motherfucker, Ryan, had been right all along. Being celibate stank and Saint Kian, holy patron of monks and prudes, would cease to exist from today.

This early morning had been a whole load of bullshit. A stupid charade. I had been acting— pretending to be nice, like I actually cared, just so I could fuck the hell out of her. Nice boys got pussies, I'd deduced and if I could only get to fuck her by being affectionate then I was game.

Desire ran hot, clouding my senses. Intense arousal surged through me, unrelenting, my thick cock hardening, blood thudding violently in my ears. My pulse raged, chest heaving with every ragged breath I took in.

I'd whipped up a new plan—totally forget she was black, relay that disturbing truth to the back of my mind, then have sex with her, at least once to rid this persistent craving from my system. But I had a hunch it would take more than one fuck to do that.

I shut my eyes as I gripped my erect dick, pulse throbbing fiercely. Scorching me whole.

I imagined her lips on me. Her perfectly rounded lips on my cock, lips designed for sin, taking it all in, swallowing me whole and tickling my balls as she sucked me off.

Massaging my engorged cock, I slid my hand, up and down, starting out nice and slow, lewd images of Jade playing through my mind.

Those round breast of hers, swinging as she sucked my cock. Her nipples prodding my thighs and scorching me with helpless pleasure.

"Fuck." Heavy grunts filled the air as I stroked my slick cock, fast now. Powerful, vicious strokes.

Deep, I pounded her pussy, her tight walls clenching on my dick. She would be moaning my name, body shuddering in reckless abandon as I moaned hers.

"Jadesola. Fuck, I'm coming!" I growled, voice husky, my pace increased to a fast tempo, fervid senses on a high. Pearls of water cascaded down my hypersensitive skin, a tingly feeling running down my arched spine. Intoxicating. I was almost fucking there.

"Oh my God! So you can actually pronounce my name right!"

My eyes flared wide. I'd heard a woman scream and this time, it wasn't my wild imagination. I turned to my right, still fondling my swollen cock.

The toilet door was ajar and Jadesola stared at me, eyes pried open, unable to conceal her shock. A hand covered her mouth, as she regarded me through a disbelieving gaze, her whole demeanor exuding an odd air— like she'd never seen a cock in all her life.

With one last look, quicker than I could say fuck, she disappeared, fleeing from my amorous sight.

I should have been disturbed but the thought that she'd witnessed me touching myself, elicited a wild response from me, one that sent me reeling from its intense passionate hold and I came, spurting loads of hot cum against the tiled walls.

Fuck.

Eyes lidded, I slumped, leaning back, strength sapped. My breathing became less raged, the fire in my blood diminished, a mere trickle now that animalistic desire had been appeased. Then, I washed my cum off.

A semblance of sanity gradually seeped into me, the lustful haze I'd immersed myself in, clearing off as I realized the gravity of the situation. Shit. Shit. Fucking shit. Jadesola had just seen me jacking off to her name.

Way to go, Kian.

Turning off the tap, I wrapped a towel around me and chased after her, careful not to slip. There was no way she could go far, not when she was clad in a robe.

Ahead, her lithe body strayed close to the door at the living room's entrance, the red gown she donned on, flapping by her ankles.

Okay, I huffed, I might have underestimated her. The damned woman was really heading towards freedom with only a flimsy robe on.

I hastened my strides, pushing after her. Nearly gaining on her, the momentum of my body a force to be reckoned with, I reached out a hand to tug her body towards mine until bam, we collided into each other.

We fell on the cold tiles, my heaving body trapping hers beneath me. The coarseness of her robe's material rubbed against my bare, damp skin, rough, inducing a stirring down there, even though I'd just come.

Ravenous, my eyes roamed across her beautiful face, taking in her high cheekbones and rosy moist lips, lips that I had envisioned sucking me off. Her honey eyes were narrowed, glowing with untamed fury as they stared back at me, contempt thinly veiled in them.

"Get off me!" she yelled, or tried to yell because her voice came out muffled, as she wriggled underneath, straining and fighting to be released from the cage my hands had formed.

"Not until you say please," I quirked, enjoying the luscious feel of her squirming body. Truth be told, I ached to stay on her for more than a second, my body already registering how perfectly we fit.

"You oaf!" Her puny fists hit my back. Still trying to detach herself from my hold, she shifted to the right, her shapely thigh brushing against my groin. Fuck, I had to bite back the moan that threatened to spill out of me.

"The magic word."

"I swear to God if I should eventually get myself out of your disgusting hold, you'll see the worst part of—"

"That's if you should get yourself out," I interjected, desire coated in my gruff tone, hard as ever, pressed up against her soft features, "Which you won't. Not until you say please."

I warned, sultry, coaxing, "And if you don't beg me within two minutes, I'm going to kiss you. Then take my time running my fingers all over your body. . ." I let my voice trail off.

Her quivering body stilled, a frown entwining her brows together. I smirked, glad my words had achieved the desired effect.

"I see you like that option. I'll begin now," I teased, a tone of finality present in my sentence. Then, I dipped my head an inch down, about to kiss her.

"No!" she uttered, her commanding pitch finally reverting to one of pleas, "Please! Please!! Can you please fucking get off me, sir?!"

"That's more like it," I snickered. Reluctant, I eventually pried myself off her, moaning the loss of her warm body.

Jade was quick to scramble back, flinging her arms outwards as she cast an accusing glance at me. "Ewu! You!!!! You were jacking off and saying my name! The name that you always butchered with your annoying way of pronouncing it!"

I hid a grin and molded my facial features in an angelic expression of innocence. "So?"

She raised a brow, stabbing me with a murderous glare. "So?! Is that what you can say? So?! That's very perverted, sir. I'm not against you pleasuring yourself but calling my name while you do, that's you crossing a line."

I scoffed, settling my back against the rear end of the sofa. "I didn't cross any line and mind you, you're not the only person who goes by the name Jadesola."

"Bloody liar."

Shrugging, I regarded her through slightly hooded eyes, noting how her breasts seemed to fill the front of her robe. Again, my groin twitched.

She shook her head, running her mouth, arms across her chest, shoulders stiff. "Okay, okay let me indulge you and actually believe you do know someone, which I don't. Who else have you met that answers Jadesola?"

Silence met her ears when I said nothing, still observing how she looked, seething. Gorgeous was the only word that came to mind.

My unresponsiveness further proved her point because she resumed, "No one that is. You're a pervert. A lying, manwhore who—

"Shh," I tsked. The urge to kiss her was proving harder and harder to ignore. "You talk too much, has anyone ever told you that?"

I placed a finger on her lips to shut her up. In that split second my finger met her moist lips, her sharp teeth sank into my flesh.

"What the hell?!" I cried, brandishing my index finger to and fro. The damned bitch had bitten me.

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands," she gritted out, tucking a strand of curly hair that had strayed from her now loose bun, behind her ear.

"You didn't have to bite me because of that!" I growled, cradling the injured flesh.

A satisfied sneer sat on her face as she mimicked me, "You didn't have to bite me because of that!"

Then the tone of her lilting, accented voice shifted from mocking to sarcastic. "Says the person that was groaning Jadesola earlier and being unrepentant about it."

I couldn't help it. I laughed. A deep bellow that streamed forth from my belly, my shoulders quaking in unrestrained mirth.

Jade studied me, baffled as to why I was laughing. Shooting daggers at my direction, she asked, "What's so funny?"

"You." Enjoying the heated air oozing off her, I placed that sore finger in my mouth, giving her a smoldering look as I sucked on it.

"And I do have a friend, believe it or not. Her name is Jadesola and she was the one I was thinking about as I stroked my cock. Her sexy images filled my head as I imagined us fucking. Me, sucking her nipples. Pounding into her. Fast and hard."

I paused.

Then resumed, "Ramming into her tight pussy, her ass jiggling with every powerful thrusts and when the pleasure was too much, we surrendered. Coming. Hard."

As I talked, I observed her reaction. The reaction she'd displayed wasn't what I'd hoped for. Displeasure sat in her venomous eyes. If I didn't know better I would say she was green with envy and I knew better.

"Blah blah blah." She made a show of yawning and propped her knees to her shoulders, the long robe masking her tempting body from my randy appraisal. Fuck. "Can you spare me the disgusting details?"

"Disgusting? Really? I wasn't the one who had no manners, knocking on your boss's door without permission. What if I was shitting?"

She shot me a dark glower, lips pursed. "At least you shitting is okay. It's normal. What's not normal is catching my boss who hates me, coming to my name."

A carefree grin curled along my lips as I adjusted my position, folding my arms across my head in a lazy manner. "Well what's done is done. Now, why were you looking for me?"

I expected an answer from her but nothing came forth. What was wrong?

Following her line of sight, I averted my own sight downwards. Ah. I see. That was why she was mute.

"Can you please cover up?" She'd pushed away and was looking anywhere else apart from me, pretending to be scrutinizing the wall or whatever she'd laid her eyes on.

"No?" My towel had unknotted, falling when I'd adjusted it, revealing my torso and a very aching cock.

"You're naked!" Jade pointed out again, eyes wide. In horror or fascination, I wasn't sure. I would go with fascination though. It was not everyday you came across a hugely endowed guy.

"I can see that," I repeated dryly. I would be a pathetic liar if I said I wasn't enjoying this.

"My boss is—"

I halted her, raising two fingers up, "If you are to say naked one more time, I won't be the only one naked." Zeroing in, a pointed stare, at the robe she wore, I let my eyes linger on her chest.

Casting her gaze away, a red tint grew on her cheeks, fully aware of my situation. Well well well. Look who was blushing. My feisty assistant who'd previously worked as a lingerie model.

If that wasn't a mystery, I didn't know what it was.

"You're naked as well," I whispered, my roguish mood fading, fiery electricity scorching the air between us.

The sunlight streamed through the glass window, lowering bright rays on her curvy figure. In the midst of scrambling away, her bathrobe had fallen apart, leaving her breasts bare, turgid nipples upturned, calling out for me. A call I would definitely answer to. Coupled with her hair, a mass of rioting curls, she appeared ethereal. Sensuous. Tempting. And to think she'd been carrying on like I had no effect on her.

Frantic, Jade's fingers acted fast, trying to fasten the gaping hole that displayed her body to perfection but I was quicker. I placed my palm on hers, stilling that frantic gesture.

Then, I began tugging her towards me. It was time for her to pay her dues.

A/N: Yes, I had to cut the chapter short, sigh. I have a draft for the next chapter but unless idk, I'm spurred to write some more, I'm not sure I'll be uploading today. Also tbh, it was hard to write this chapter. Omo. Idk, Kian and his thoughts. It can be hard to put down. Btw, I'm guessing you all are finally aware of why he was being so nice to Jade, lmao. Hoe like him.

Next chapter will be sexyyyyyyyyyy. Hehe and I'll even leave you hating he who shall not be named aka Kian. *insert smirking emoji*

So, that aside, what are your thoughts on the chapter? I'm curious to know what you guys think. Dyu think Kian is holding onto the past too much? Did you feel sad for him? Anything? The scene where he was jacking off, did I at least write it well? I'm kind of nervous that I didn't. Smh.

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Love,
Nita.