Yuki #2
“You don’t hate me, Yuk baby. You hate yourself.” He slid inside of me with one smooth motion. I cried out, the sudden fullness punching the air from my lungs.
“You’re here because you are my wife, and as much as I hate what you did, I will love you until my last breath. I’ve always loved you, Yuk...you know that.”
He fucked me with slow, punishing strokes, each one dragging over that spot that made my vision blur and my body shudder. I tried to stay angry, but my walls clenched greedily around him.
“Then why did you cheat on me, why did you...ahhh.” My voice shattered when he grabbed my ass cheeks, spread them, and slammed deeper, the head of his dick battering my cervix.
“You promised you wouldn’t hurt me,” I sobbed, tears mixing with shower water.
“And you did it anyway, Majesty. I loved you with everything and you said fuck me, pushing me into the next man arms. I hate youuu.” I groaned out as he bit down on my neck, teeth sinking hard enough to mark, then licked the sting away.
“I was young and dumb, Yuki, let that shit go. You hear me? It’s you I married, and you I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Stop fighting me and let daddy be the man you need.
” His hips snapped in tight circles, grinding against my clit with every thrust. My eyes rolled back.
I came hard, pussy pulsing and squirting around his dick, but he didn’t stop.
He just fucked me through it, demanding more.
“You gave my pussy away to the wrong nigga and for that he will die. But you are my wife, I love you, and will spend the rest of our days making that shit up to you.”
“Fuckkk right there, Maj...right there.”
”Look at me when you comin’ on this dick, Yuki. You know better.” A sharp smack landed on my ass and my head snapped up in formation. He loved looking in my eyes whenever I fell apart for him...something about the smoldering look I gave him that drove him wild.
“Tell me you forgive me.”
”Maj...I can’t.” A fresh wave of tears slid down my face.
“The fuck you can’t, I got chu’. Let me get chu’ right.” He hooked both my legs over his arms, spreading me obscenely wide, and drove into my soaked pussy with ruthless precision. The wet slap of skin echoed off the tiles as he drilled my hot spot.
“I’m coming—I’m coming!” My whole body convulsed, another orgasm ripping through me.
“You forgive me?”
“I forgive you, daddy! I forgive you!” I wailed, clenching and gushing around him again. Nobody could ever fuck me the way Majesty did. He spoke to every bit of my love language and gave me multiple orgasms before he even got one off.
“That’s fuckin’ right. Still the best pussy in the world to me Yuk, look at the way you wet my shit up.” He slowed, letting me feel every inch, then spit directly on my swollen clit and picked up the pace once more.
“Tell me what I wanna hear.” But the words were caught in my throat.
“Oh my God.”
“No, not God baby. Say it.”
“Forever isn’t long enough. Even in death, I’ll still be yourrrs.” The words tore out of me as another orgasm crashed over my body.
“I love you, Yuki Kryx. Don’t ever underestimate how far I’ll go to keep you.”
“I love you too, Majesty.” I surrendered knowing this had always been where home was.
He held me up with the strength of a stallion, talking me through it like he did when we were younger.
My body went limp, trembling in his arms as he continued fucking me against the wall, the water growing colder around us.
I hated myself for folding under his dominance. It made me feel weak but wanted at the same time as he kissed my tears away. When he let me down afterward, I couldn’t walk even walk straight. I climbed in the bed naked, not even bothering to put on any clothes. He’d just take them off anyway.
“I gotta head to Euphoria for a minute, but I'll be back in a few hours.” I waved him off, beyond exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster that had become my life. Between Ysis, Yayo, Majeston, Marius, and the mountain of secrets that seemed determined to suffocate me one by one, I felt like I’d aged ten years in the span of a month.
He leaned down and kissed my forehead before heading downstairs and out the front door. I listened to the familiar sounds of the house settling around me as silence slowly reclaimed the room. No sooner than he left, my phone lit up.
My eyes narrowed as I picked it up and saw a message from Chen informing me that he was parked down the block waiting.
A part of me knew I should ignore it. A part of me knew Majeston would lose his entire mind if he found out what I was about to do.
Unfortunately for everyone involved, the reckless part of me won.
I waited thirty minutes before moving. Long enough for Majeston to get where he was going and ensure nobody was watching.
Long enough to convince myself I wasn’t sneaking around like a damn teenager.
The second the clock hit thirty-one minutes, I jumped up, threw on a sweatsuit and slipped out the side entrance.
The cool evening air hit my face as I hurried down the block.
Chen was waiting where he said he’d be. The moment I climbed into the SUV, he handed me a cigarette without a word.
I almost cried. Lighting it with urgency, I took a long drag and felt the nicotine immediately settle into my bloodstream.
The tension in my shoulders eased. My racing thoughts slowed.
The constant irritation clawing at the back of my mind finally loosened its grip.
“Jesus,” I muttered, blowing smoke toward the window. “I’ve missed you.”Chen wisely kept his opinions to himself.
“We found Marius, Madam.”
The words immediately shifted my focus. I lowered the cigarette.
“Our men are in position and ready to move on your mark.” For a moment, the old Yuki resurfaced.
The Queen. The strategist. The woman who solved problems permanently.
My fingers tapped against the armrest, pondering everything that had happened over the last several weeks.
Ysis. Yayo. Majeston. The family meeting.
The war that had been building for years, waiting for a reason to break.
“Hold off.”
“Madam?” Chen glanced at me through the rearview mirror.
“There is something else we need to handle first.”
“As you wish, Madam.”
“Any word on my son?” I took another drag from the cigarette before leaning back against the leather seat.
“Yes. He is headed to Euphoria as we speak, Madam.” My eyes cut toward him. The SUV suddenly felt very quiet.
“Is he now?” Smoke escaped from my lips as I stared out the window.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
So, this nigga was still making moves behind my back.
Got it. The funny part was Majeston swore he was trying to rebuild trust while simultaneously operating exactly the way he’d always operated.
Making decisions. Forming plans. Moving pieces around the board without consulting anybody.
The same thing that drove me crazy twenty years ago. The same thing driving me crazy now.
“Chen, sit tight. I’ll be right back.” Before he could question me, I was already climbing out the vehicle and heading back toward the house.
If Majeston wanted to play games, two could participate.
I slipped inside and headed straight upstairs.
The anger I’d been swallowing all day finally boiled over.
Maybe it wasn’t rational. Maybe it wasn’t fair. But at that moment, I didn’t care.
Everybody wanted something from me, answers, forgiveness, access.
But nobody seemed interested in giving me the same courtesy.
I grabbed my bag and the few belongings that actually mattered before taking one final look around the room.
The room he’d already started treating like ours, already planning a future inside—the kind of room that, for a brief moment, made me wonder what life would’ve looked like if things had been different. If I’d been different.
My jaw tightened.
No.
I wasn’t doing this. Not tonight. Not while everybody kept making decisions for me.
Not while Majeston continued acting like he could simply bulldoze his way back into my life and expect me to fall into formation like some young dumb hoe.
Fuck playing wife to a man who couldn’t tell me he was meeting with my son behind my back.
Ain’t shit changed with him. So why the fuck should I?
Sliding back into the SUV, I slammed the door hard enough to make Chen glance over. One look at my face told him everything he needed to know.
“Chen.”
“Yes, Madam?”
“Take us home.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “As you wish.”
I looked out the window as the vehicle pulled away from the curb. To hell with everybody. Fuck being a good wife and fuck being a mother at this point too.
I wanted to wage war.