35. Malice #3
“Come.” I moved past her and went to sit on the chaise in front of my bed.
“Strip down.” I stared at her intently, I tried to read the tattoos that were scattered about on her smooth-looking toffee skin.
The tattoo that stuck out the most was the one along her collarbone that said, "Man Eater.” I stared into those deep hazel brown orbs of hers and also noted the tiny, shattered heart tattoo right on her high cheekbone that must have been easily covered with makeup.
The two tear drops tatted on the opposite side of her face could have meant multiple things.
She had a story and she been through some heavy shit, it was the main reason why she didn’t act like a damsel in distress being snatched up by me.
She didn’t have an ounce of fear within her.
She didn’t jump at the sound of my voice, and she was currently standing with her hands on her hips like she didn’t just hear what the fuck I just ordered her to do.
“Strip, Sovereign.” I hated repeating myself.
“You know if you let me out of this hell dungeon of yours, I’m going to kill you.
Usually, when people learn my name, they meet their fate.
So, what’s yours?” All the blood rushed to the head of my dick.
I looked at her dry plump lips and traced every curve that she had with my eyes.
Even with her looking crazy and her wild curly hair all over her head, she was beautiful as fuck.
Bolder than a nigga with a gun stuck to his head and talking shit.
I was stuck on my own words for the first time ever.
Sovereign was a bloodhound, she noticed me being stuck and continued her assault.
“You got some sexy ass lips and eyes, kind of remind me of my twins that I enjoy from time to time. Nah, your look is more exotic, it looks like you one of those freaky mothafuckas, that’s why you want me to strip and shit.
” A look of amusement crossed her face and then her face was void of emotion.
She was very good; she had the gift of gab and confidence reeked straight from her pores.
She kept her eyes locked in with mine unwavering as she stripped out of her top and then skirt.
She slid her panties down slowly until they formed into a puddle around her bare feet.
She turned around and bent over to pick up her clothes and I stood to teach her a fucking lesson.
Sovereign was fuckin with the wrong nigga.
I was the nigga that would bring her down to her knees and have her going to a shrink to be evaluated to make sure she was sane.
I was the nigga that she would daydream about during the day while conducting business.
I would be in her nightmares and wet dreams every single night when she closed her eyes.
Her pussy lips glistened, and no foul smell permitted the air.
“Stay just like that and don’t move Sovereign.
” My voice came out husky as I moved to my dresser to retrieve a condom.
I pulled my dick out and protected myself.
I eyed the rolls on her back and all the stretch marks that decorated her thighs like tiger strips and let out a grunt.
I never expected my dick to react to a woman of her size, but I was about to find out what this feeling was all about.
I grabbed the top of her ass and let my dick guide it’s way inside.
There was no slow lovemaking or trying my very best to ease in slowly.
Sovereign talked big shit so she should have been prepared to take a big dick with hard long strokes in her snug, shit!
Just the tip was in, and my toes curled so tight that they started to cramp.
Forcing my thoughts back on the lesson that I was teaching, I pushed all ten inches halfway in before she fell to the floor on her knees howling like she was a virgin.
“What’s wrong, Sovereign? You can’t take dick?
” I got down on my knees behind her and gripped her waist, pulling her back up and entering her again.
Every time I got halfway in, she ran, and I couldn’t hold back my chuckle.
She smelled like fire mixed with burned ashes which made my dick even harder.
I pictured me fucking her right in Hades while the flames crackled around us.
“Yea, you can’t take dick baby girl. I ain’t into teaching a woman how to take my dick.
Next time, watch your fuckin mouth and do as I say.
” I slapped her on the ass and stood to my feet.
Snatching the condom off, I tossed it into the small trash bin.
I left her right on the floor panting and trying to save face.
What she didn’t understand and what I didn’t understand was that she ignited some weird shit that I couldn’t explain.
I dropped it, that feeling was dangerous and something I couldn’t be pondering on.
I vowed to never stick my dick inside of her snug tunnel again.
I thought about the smart remarks of her claiming to fuck twin brothers and a dark thought crossed my mind.
This woman was not mine, she would soon be working under me and paying a percentage for the syndicate’s protection.
She wasn’t even my type of woman, don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen a couple of big girls that looked good and carried themselves even better.
Sovereign took the whole cake of that; she looked damn good and dangerous.
She knew how lethal she was and what drew me in to her was her ability to keep on fighting.
She wasn’t some delicate bitch that caved in when it came to being pressured.
When she looked at me, she had the same stare that I gave plenty of people.
In a creepy way it felt like I was staring at the woman version of me.
The wheels in my head started to spin, this woman could very well bring millions to the table.
Now I didn’t give a damn what she could bring to the table, I only wanted her and all of her.
I knew from the very first time I entered her that I was hooked on her.
That’s why I didn’t even deny my feelings for her.
Once she opened up to me about everything is when I found myself falling deeper in love with her.
God didn’t just make women like her on the regular, so when or if you came across a woman like Sovereign the best thing to do was treat her exactly what her name stood for.