<It's okay to be angry. It's never okay to be cruel>

TRIGGERING, GRAPHIC CONTENT (NON-CONSENT)

|Kian|

RAP. RAP.

Fuck! Her sweet juices lingering on the tip of my tongue, I paused. So did Jadesola's struggling form.

Another knock rapped on the door. "Is there anyone inside? It's the cleaner here to vacuum."

Jade cried, twisting her body, "Yes! Please help me. He's about–"

"Shut it!" I growled, drowning her cries with my palms. Her lower body, thrashing and seeking to escape my hold, rubbed so delicious against me, the frisson charging tingles down my spine.

"Sorry," said the masculine voice. "I can't hear you. What did you say?"

"Nothing relevant," grinding out between a clenched jaw, I held Jadesola down. Her sharp teeth sank into my flesh but I clamped harder, ignoring the stinging pain. "Just attending to my drunk girlfriend here. Give us thirty minutes."

"Alright. I will be back in thirty minutes, sir." The cleaner left.

"You thought you were going to be saved, huh?" I turned to Jade and lifted my hands off her mouth. Red hot anger simmered in my veins, the proof of my desire poking her wet entrance.

"Yes!" Feral hatred danced in her amber eyes. Inflamed. "I should have known better than to believe you when you promised to stop touching me."

"I lied, honey. Didn't your mother ever warn you against trusting men and their sweet lies? Hmm? Besides, your weeping cunt is willing." Teasing her clit with a finger to support my statement, I rubbed my cock's head between her folds, her juices and my pre-cum mixing together.

Jade groaned, a loud helpless moan as she tried to close her legs. "No! You bastard!"

Yes! You bitch!

Drunk as fuck, I had lost it. The potency of the wine, coupled with all her recent misgivings had released the evil that resided in me. The savage that came to play when I'd bullied Jamila during my highschool days. That brutal entity pushed me to punish her, to teach her a fucking lesson. And I would. I would tease her till she cried, pleading.

For until tears streamed down her snotty face, until she was on her fucking knees, begging for my mercy then the damned bitch was going to get it. Hard.

I know, I know. I'm a sadist.

Smirking at her body's undeniable response, I pried those gorgeous thighs apart and inched close, eager to ram into her. "You'll enjoy it. This is what partners do. Please themselves."

"That was a sham! I'm not your fucking partner," she spat, chest heaving. Her tits jiggled free, the temptation to suckle on them, great.

I gave in. Leaning, so my sweltering torso enveloped hers, I let my teeth graze her nipples, the metal piercings slightly bumping against my teeth. Her entire body surged upwards as I sucked and nipped, harsh and unrelenting.

"Stop this!" she screeched, enraged but my tongue latched onto her breast, still fondling those luscious brown crests. "I'm not your girlfriend nor your partner! I'm not your anything!"

I gifted her nipples one last pinch. Before I leaned away, I murmured, lust tinged in my hoarse tone, "The world thinks so now. To them, you are mine, like it or not."

My nails stabbed her hips as I pushed into her slowly, her tight walls already drawing me in like a vice, snug and warm. Fuck! Any minute now, I would thrust home.

"Please. . ." Jade begged. "I don't want this, sir."

Sir. I froze and stared at her, my muscles bunching and flexing with the zero amount of self-control I possessed.

Hands bound, she remained in her position, underneath me. Save for the gown fastened on her chest, her entire body was laid bare to my hungry gaze. A thin film of sweet covered her almond skin, silver braids that crowned her head, fanning the red sheets. My tongue dried up as I slid a ravenous gaze across her creamy breasts, then to her flat belly and wet pussy nestled between her thighs.

"Please what?" Need transformed my voice into a deep growl and I reached out for a turgid nipple, twisting. Viciously.

Jadesola shook her head, brows knitted at my brutal caresses. She screwed her eyes shut, as if to block my presence.

Infuriated, she'd tried to act like I wasn't the one fucking touching her, like I wasn't the one above her, I squeezed her breast harder, rolling the rock-hard nipple between my thumb and index fingers. "Please what, Jade? Use your words and open your goddamn eyes!"

"Please don't fuck me." Her eyes flared open, pathetic and miserable. Hate was long gone in those feline orbs and only fear remained. "Please."

Cry bitch and I'll leave you!

"So you really don't want to?" Pushed to my limits, the temptation to pound into her was overwhelming. Especially now I finally had her where I wanted, that haughty air of hers crushed to dust.

She nodded, panic written clearly on her expressions. Her lilting tone was soft. "Yes. Anything but that."

My ears perked up, a sinister thought lodged itself in my head. Just as a big bad wolf chased after a weak helpless hare, so would I take advantage of her. If she didn't want to cry, that was fine by me. More than okay.

Inhaling, harshly, I snarled, "Anything?"

"Anything." Jade gulped. The vein by the side of her neck, pulsed, rapid and frantic. She was nervous.

"Fine. I won't fuck you but you'll do something else for me."

Relief settled in her gaze and her body slackened the moment I shifted my cock away. She tightened her legs shut as if widening it any further would bring my tainted attention back to them. Except that my intense stare was already focused on her straining arms.

They had to be untied for the next activity I had in store for her, besides they had been confined in that tiring state for too long. "Your arms. They must be hurting, right?"

Her head shook, yes. Wary, those honey eyes of hers pinned on me, gauging my every move.

"I'm going to untie them from the headboard, then bring them forward. But your hands will remain bound."

As I bent to untie her arms, her alluring apple scent tickled my nostrils, messing with my head. Driving me crazy. "Remember, no running."

Free from the constraints of lifting her arms high, Jadesola rotated her shoulders, scrutinizing me. Behind that raptor gaze, the clogs of her brain spinned fast, probably thinking of her next escape.

"Next, I'll remove your gown. I don't want to stain it." The side of my lips curved, a cynical smile I knew didn't reach my eyes. Tilting her form so that she sat upright, I stripped her gown off.

I tossed the dress to the floor. Then, I also stripped my pants off, buck naked as well.

A puff of breath escaped her lips and Jade averted her gaze, immediately, choosing to study her cinched wrists.

I hid a tiny jeer, not in anyway fooled or impressed. The way she acted shy, you'd think her previous profession didn't go along the line of modelling in skimpy lingeries, nude men embracing her body as she posed for the camera.

The bed dipped as I adjusted my position and rested my posterior against the headboard. Gentle, I tugged her body towards mine so she sat between my legs.

"Since I can't fuck your sacred pussy, I'll fuck your mouth instead." Stroking my engorged hard-on, I casted a smug gaze at her.

Jade retreated, lashing out as she did, "I'll bite your diseased dick off!" No longer timid, fire, an absolute loathing that was reserved for me blazed, in her eyes.

I laughed, a tad amused. While there was something arousing about seeing her beg, another depraved section of me loved the bravery she displayed. It was admirable and I ached to see how long it would last before she caved in to my demands.

"You will do as I say." I yanked her hair back, trailing the rough pad of my thumb over her quivering lips. "Remember, anything?"

Fear. Self-loathing. Revulsion swirled in the air between us, the very emotions flitting across her face as venom dripped off her irked tone. "When I said that, I didn't mean a fucking blow job!"

She attempted to shrug my hands free, but I was fast, enclosing a strong arm around her chest.

Jerking her chin up with a lethal finger, I whispered, my hot breath fanning her face, "Anything Jade or do you want me to fuck your ass instead? And before you decide, I have no lube to ease my way in."

A predatory smirk fashioned my lips into a wolfish grin and I glided my thumb across her delectable ass, inching close to her ass crack.

That slight warning prompted her. Resigned to her fate, she lowered her head, breasts raking my thighs as she allowed me to slowly insert my raging dick into her mouth.

"Fuck," I groaned, unsure I would last long. "So fucking warm and tight."

I arched my neck back, my eyes rolling in my head once her tongue lapped over the seeping top of my cock. A fierce burn razed me whole, the intense pleasure, scorching. Lost to the feel of her touch, I closed my eyes.

Abruptly they darted open when cold air hit my bobbing erection. The bitch had wrenched her mouth away.

"Kian. I can't do this," she begged. Heart-wrenching pleas glinted in her reddened eyes as she stared up at me. "I know this is you having your revenge but please, don't force me to do this. Please."

Then fucking cry bitch! Cry like you did the last time.

Chilling tension tinged in the air as I considered her plea. She was right. I could punish her another way, retract part of the money I'd loaned her or something but tainted desire thrummed beneath my skin. Dark hunger tormented me and I was desperate for any form of release.

"You can and you will," I drawled, grabbing her breast and rolling her hard nipples in my coarse palms. "I know you want it bad as well. So fuck me with your mouth or. . ."

I let my voice trail off, the enormity of the consequences that would befall her if she didn't listen, hanging in the air.

Jadesola nodded, a slight tremble and took me into her mouth again.

"Good girl."

She swirled her tongue around me, coating saliva on the rim of my cock as she did. Although she slid her lips to and fro on my dick, her hair bobbing, she wasn't going deep, as if naive. The damn woman just wasn't getting it right.

Frustrated, I sat on my knees, biting out in a callous voice, "You're so pathetic at this. Fucking hell, I'll show you how to fuck a man's cock with that sexy lips of yours. A little warning though, I will be rough."

Jade yelped, a slight cry of protest as I shoved her forward to meet me, but I was past heeding. My eyes had dilated in pure lust, hellbent on my satisfaction.

I grabbed a fistful of her braids and slammed my full length into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, saliva dripping from the corner of her lush lips. Such a pretty pretty sight.

"Whore," I grunted, sweat beading on my temple as I pushed in. "Take my dick like the hungry, black slut you are."

Deep plows, cruel and without any care assaulted her wet, round lips. Her cheeks were hollowed in, contempt and a dark urge driving my thrusts fiercer. The sound of heavy moans and my balls slapping her chin, filled the room.

Now I understand why my forefathers enslaved black women and made them their concubines. These jezebels were as hot as their fury raged.

"Fucking whore, your mouth is going to be flooded with my cum soon." Already feeling the high scorching my nerve endings, my tempo increased. I pumped my cock between her sensual lips. Fucking her mouth as I pinched her swaying nipples savagely.

The tears I had been eager for, lined her eyes but they never fell. Staring at her, I expected my heart to clench at the sight, but it was the opposite. If anything they served to trigger my climax.

"Fuck, I'm coming!" I roared and thrust one last time before I came. My cock jerked, spurting thick ropes of hot cum in her mouth.

I removed my wilted erection and a few strings of the white substance seeped onto the bed.

Damn, that load was much.

I fell limp on my knees. Steady, I came down from the reeling height of orgasm, my drunken state withering into thin air. The little pleasurable exercise had gathered my scattered wits about me.

I studied the helpless woman who remained in her bent position, braids shrouding her face from my gaze and raised her face up. Puffy eyes stared at me, cheeks blown out to keep my cum in. Those tears had dried up but a pinkish hue marred the whites of her eyes. The bitch was really keeping to her promise. No tears.

Riled to the bone that she clung to her vow like a dying martyr, I commanded in a husky tone, "Swallow my cum, every single bit of it."

Jadesola obeyed. She swallowed it all down.

"I always knew black sluts like you love white dicks. You crave for our cum. Try as you might want to deny it."

I swiped the jizz that drooled out and placed it into her mouth. Deliberately. "Suck my fingers."

She did so without any complaints. But a bit were stuck on my fingers.

Wrenching her form up, I kissed her lush lips, tasting myself, warm and salty. She didn't respond as I bit down on her lower lip.

Fury charged through me at her coldness and I swept my tongue within the confines of her mouth and began to finger her with a cum-stained thumb. She wasn't wet anymore but I pushed in deeper, uncaring.

My thumb met a barrier I refused to accept was her hymen. Rather, I teased her folds, rubbing and petting her clit until it stiffened in arousal. A reluctant moan reached my ears as she came, convulsing, her heels digging into the sheets.

When I lifted my head from hers, Jadesola stared at her hands after I made her suck my fingers again. Her voice was feeble as she croaked, "Are you going to untie me or do I have to also beg you?"

I untied her hands, holding her down just in case she decided to hit me. But she merely collapsed on the bed, staring at nothing. A lost stare.

"I hope that teaches you never to cross me again," I mocked, wintry and devoid of warmth.

Curled in a fetal position, Jadesola didn't say a word.

Why was she acting like her cat had died or something?

I leered at the rounded hips, her pert ass and those thighs I knew would be hiding the birthmarks I'd admired earlier. The air that smelled of cum and tainted arousal, sizzled, my loins throbbing. I was erect again but common sense ordered I keep it in my pants.

"Miss Jadesola?"

When no reply came forth, I let her sulk and maneuvered my way out of the bed. Picking up my underwear and the rest of my clothes, I headed to the mirror and dressed. As I did, I took note of the expanse of space in the room, regarding the opulent decor with an approving eye.

Eventually, I was finished with shimmying into my black suit, then regarded the man who stared at me from the silvered glass. He grinned, a suave and charming smile, except for the angry blemish that marred his face. A small price to pay for the euphoric release he'd gotten since six months.

Satisfied with that self-assured image, I rotated on the balls of my feet. Jadesola still laid on the bed, motionless while her clothes and purse were scattered on the floor.

She wasn't wearing her clothes yet?

"Miss Jadesola?! Put on your clothes. You staying naked isn't doing anything to help my aroused state."

She didn't move. Dramatic much?

Jaw ticking furiously, I veered towards her direction and seized her petrified frame, holding her up. Red scratches decked her fragile cocoa skin, rashes blooming forth where I'd nipped and sucked. As if a monstrous beast had mauled her whole, then spat her out.

Shit. Pricks of remorse stabbed my heart but I ignored the haunting feeling.

Scraping off flakes of dried cum on her chest with a finger, I clad her in her gown. Only a slight shudder of her shoulders showed she was alive when the pink material crossed her distended nipples. They must be too sore.

Again, regret churned in my gut.

My attention shifted to her face. Emotionless, the makeup, minimal as it was, lingered on her face regardless of all the erotic activities she'd participated in. Her foundation and lipstick was probably waterproof.

I ran shaky fingers through my hair, tousling the messy strands as I looked at the hickey on her neck. How the fuck had I bitten that hard? Fucking hell, drunk me had really ruined her smooth skin.

Expelling a hasty breath, I tidied up her disheveled appearance, shifting her braids forward so as to shroud the inflamed mark. As I did all of this, I expected her to bite or yell at me. Scream at the injustice I'd meted out on her.

None of that happened. There were no tears nor yells either. Just that blank look that served to increase my disturbed state. Something was wrong.

Had I gone too far?

I took her torn pink thong and kept it inside my pocket, a bleak souvenir. Then I fastened her heels around her dainty ankles. Slapping her purse gently in her hands, I raised her to her feet. She leaned on my shoulders, that dazed expression permanently settled on her calm facial features.

She's not herself, Kian.

No, I brooded, I wouldn't think too much of it. I'd warned her but she'd taunted me instead, laughing at my face. She was probably sulking, grumpy, that she'd fallen prey to my seduction. Yes that was it, and despite how she'd struggled and cried, she wanted it too. Her wet cunt and pebbled nipples were a testimony of that.

Don't deceive yourself Kian, it's just her body's response.

As much as I persisted in straying from the truth, I had been rough while fucking her mouth, calling her degrading names. . .

My jaw clenched. The thought of violating her shouldn't exist. No. She'd been willing. Besides, she had it coming. It was only fair she received her share of the punishment that was to be doled out to her race.

About to say something demeaning, my eyes caught the tiny drops of blood littered on the sheets where she'd sat while naked.

Blood? How on earth had that happened?

Heart thudding, I turned a motionless Jadesola in my arms and slid a finger into her vagina. She shook but didn't protest when my fingers came away with a smear of blood and a tiny blot of white stuff. My cum.

"You're bleeding." I swallowed hard, the proof of her pain staring at me.

Confusion ran rife in me. How? I was baffled. I mean, she had been wet and responded to my caresses, hadn't she? So how? Her period? But I hadn't tasted any traces of blood either while giving her head so just how exactly?

Her hymen. That barrier I'd come across earlier while fingering her.

"You're a virgin?" My brows arched up, surprise painted on my expression. That was the most unbelievable news to reach my ears in a long while. Like how the fuck was this woman untouched? All those models she posed with? The slutty clothes?

Jadesola didn't respond, still staring at her hands.

A needle pricked my heart, regret engulfing me whole as I blew a disgusted breath at myself. It explained why she couldn't exactly give me a perfect blow job. Damn. No wonder she resisted my demands to fuck her.

Except that the horny idiot that was me had been unheeding. I had fingered her so hard that I'd stretched her hymen. The worst part of it all was I'd made her lick my fingers afterwards.

Fuck, what to do?

"You must be feeling sore. Do you have cramps?" Concern laid in my voice. She was definitely cramping, especially when I'd pushed in deep.

Jade remained a statue.

I tried again, "I can't go out with you bleeding like this. I'll check the toilet to see if there's any sanitary napkins to staunch the flow."

As expected, she didn't show any sign of hearing me. To her, I probably didn't exist.

I left her side and headed to the bathroom. Rummaging through the cupboards, I came across some pads and also washed my soiled hands.

Her torn thong burnt a brand in my pockets, reminding me she had no underwear as well. Not at all happy at that reminder, I dug through the wardrobe situated in the room. Lucky enough, I retrieved a black panties hidden within its depths.

My hands shook as I helped her into the pants. Done, I smoothed her dress down then circled around to be sure the behind of her gown wasn't stained with blood.

It wasn't. Thank goodness.

"When we're home, I'll give you some Tylenol to stop the pain." I squeezed her fingers. They were as cold as ice-blocks. A fact that chipped at that stone wall where my heart was.

"We'll be leaving now and once we're out there, you'd better cooperate. Smile hard. Hold my hands and pretend you're my girlfriend. For your sake," I said in a gentle tone. Perhaps, if I followed the kind route, her spirit and fire would be rekindled.

No reaction.

Pissed more at myself than at her, I wrapped a calloused hand around the arch of her neck, pulling her close to me.

I warned, grinding out in a ruthless voice, "Do I make myself clear?!"

Her black purse fell off. Shaken, Jadesola bent to pick it as she murmured, "Yes, I understand, sir." Then she straightened up, staring at the grooves that blemished the smoothness of her wrists.

"Good." I shifted my eyes away from that jagged line, tucking away the concern that pricked at me. "Let's go before anyone comes searching for you."

We made it out of the room, my arms around her waist, possessive and controlling. She didn't resist, the fire snuffed out of her. I should have been happy, elated that I'd achieved my aim but I wasn't.

Try as I might want to deny it, I'd fucked up big time. Again.

***

There was something familiar about the newlyweds. A distant memory niggled at me, daunting. I surmised I'd seen them somewhere but I couldn't exactly recall. Nevertheless, I retrieved my continual stare away from their smiling expression and honed a worried gaze onto Jade's slim frame.

For the past one hour, I'd watched her drink, binging on the red wine like it was plain water. With vigor, she filled her glasses when she'd only drained them to half. Repeating the process every now and then.

To an untried eye, it seemed like she was simply drunk from the merriment that infested the air. But I knew better. That glazed look in her eyes spoke volumes. She so badly wanted to escape from the hell that plagued her. A hell I was responsible for.

"There's amala, jollof rice, fried rice. So many things to eat but you aren't. Why?" Jade asked, pouting. The lights overhead reflected the emptiness present in her amber eyes. Dull and blank.

I raked the food with a disgusted eye. What was that brown stuff that resembled shit? And that slimy, green concoction? Nasty, revolting muck. Even if such food was my kind of meal, I had no appetite, not after what occurred.

"I'm not hungry." I drank water instead, striving to be the one with the clear head since she gorged on wine and shit that triggered my gag reflex.

"Oh yeah I forgot." She giggled and planted a spoon of whatever in her mouth. Then, she sipped on her precious wine, the cutlery clattering on the ceramic plate. "You ate my wet ass pussy. It must have satisfied you."

While drunk, Jadesola's accent was so thick that even I had a hard time understanding what she said but the word pussy filtered into my ears. Flexing digits tightened around the glass cup I held and I pressed my lips into a thin line, vexed.

Abruptly, she stood, clapping her hands. The energetic music lowered and people turned to her, beaming brightly.

"Guys let's make a toast. First to the newlyweds." She raised her cup towards the couple. "You guys are doing so well! I'm proud of my cousin Jamila and the groom. . ."

Jamila. . . Where had I heard that name before?

"I'm so sorry. What's his name, again? Guys please help me out." Tipsy, she staggered. I reached out to aid her but she shrunk away, creating a huge berth between us.

"Jayden Ross!" someone shouted.

"Yes! Jayden Ross and Jamila Olayinka Kaikededd!" echoed a drunk Jadesola in a gleeful voice. Bounding on the balls of her feet, she swung the tumbler, wine sloshing in the confines of the expensive glassware.

Jayden and Jamila. Now why did it sound familiar?

Curiosity nibbling at my insides, I straightened up in the comfy chair and stared at them. The curly haired man, his arms snaking around his woman, a proud, shitty-eating grin on his face. Then his wife, her heart-shaped face that mirrored that of Jade's, was casting a broad smile at her cousin, even as anxiety arched her brow, slightly. Hold up! The last place I'd seen her was at—

"I'm so proud of him too. They're so cute together. Awww." Jadesola's voice caught my attention, snagging it off those two and tossing away the long lost recollection that had swam to the surface. "I also want to raise a toast to my–"

She hiccupped, nearly falling but caught herself in time.

"Sorry guys. As I was saying, I want to raise a toast to my boss. . . oops. " She slapped a hand on her mouth, eyes wide in surprise as she gaped at me, realising her mistake. "I mean my boyfriend."

Damn what was she doing? I stood.

The intoxicated woman snickered, her gown swaying around her form, "He kisses so well."

Few guests laughed, some whooping.

Shit.

"Jadesola darling, come on sit." I gripped her elbow, directing her to her chair but she pulled free.

"Don't be mean, my love. I want to tell them how much you loved me today." She peered at me with beseeching eyes, decided I wasn't worth her time and chugged another shot of wine again. "As I was saying, jhoor. Do you know what else we did today?"

They shook their heads, egging her on.

Fuck. If I didn't stop her she would spill out the juicy yet gut-churning details of what I'd made her do.

A wan smile graced my face and I tried to hold her off again. Warning was thinly veiled in my flat tone as I whispered in her ears, "Jade, behave."

But she waved me off, ignoring me and faced the guests. "Well, it all started like this. He pushed me on the bed and. . ."

A/N: First off, I'm going to say it was hard writing this in Kian's pov. I really wanted to switch to Jade's pov but that would make her a victim (IK she's already a victim) and make y'all have too much pity on her poor ass. I didn't want that. I wanted you guys to go through Kian's head and see what exactly he's thinking BUT darn was it hard. VERY HARD because it's not easy writing through a guy who struggles with racist thoughts (like hey! I'm black and his words are really annoying me.😭 like stfu bro!)

I know how many times I stared at my laptop screen, countless, to squeeze the words out of me, lmao. Even at that, I had to go through his chapters in the book just to get a feel of his mannerisms again and how he was supposed to act in the chapter.

Kian. . . He really fucked up. Smh. But don't worry, he's gonna be taught a thing or two. Hehe. Thoughts so far? Ik you're appalled but I would appreciate to hear from you!❤️

P.s: Ik I said I wasn't posting till new year but I couldn't resist. My mind wouldn't rest till I wrote this. It was driving me crazy. Smh. I'm also sure it wouldn't let me be until I post the next as well. . .

Till then,
Nita.