Chapter 2 #2
“Take the lil’ nigga home,” Stone said into the phone. “Drop him at his address and make sure he get inside safe. And tell him if I catch him on any corner again, I’m putting a bullet in his head myself. And his sister, too. We clear?”
He listened for a second, then hung up.
“There,” he said, looking at me. “Your brother’s going home. Now you mine.”
Relief flooded through me so intense I almost started crying. Ish was safe. That’s all that mattered.
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
“Don’t thank me yet. You don’t know what you just signed up for.”
Stone walked behind me and started untying the ropes around my wrists. When they fell away, I rubbed at the raw skin, wincing.
“Get up,” he ordered.
I stood on shaky legs, my body stiff from sitting in that position for so long. Stone grabbed my arm and led me toward the door.
“Where we going?” I asked.
“Don’t ask questions. Just do what I say.”
Every instinct in me wanted to fight back, to tell him he couldn’t just order me around. But Ishmael’s life was on the line, and I’d already made my choice.
“Okay,” I said.
We walked out of the warehouse, and I saw a blacked-out SUV waiting outside. Stone opened the back door and gestured for me to get in.
I climbed in, and he got in beside me. The driver was already in the front seat, and as soon as Stone closed the door, we started moving.
“Take us to the spot,” Stone said.
The driver nodded and pulled off.
I wanted to ask again where we were going, but I remembered Stone’s words about not asking questions. So I sat there in silence, staring out the window as we drove through the city.
Stone didn’t say a word to me. He just sat there, occasionally looking at his phone, completely calm like he hadn’t just kidnapped me. At one point, he started rolling a blunt that he’d seemingly produced from thin air, then sparked it up and started smoking like I wasn’t even sitting there.
I kept stealing glances at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking. But his face gave away nothing. He just stared out the window, his jaw set, smoking his blunt in silence.
I thought about Ish, hoped he was really going home like Stone said. Hoped he was okay. Hoped this whole nightmare would scare him straight and keep him away from the streets for good.
And I thought about what I’d just agreed to.
I’d offered myself to a drug kingpin. A killer. A man who could do whatever he wanted to me, and nobody would stop him.
But what choice did I have? It was either this or watch my brother die. And I’d make that trade every single time.
Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what was about to happen. What “however I want, for as long as I want” actually meant.
When the SUV finally slowed down, I looked out the window, I saw that we were in a nice neighborhood. The kind with big houses and manicured lawns. Not what I expected.
We pulled into the driveway of a two-story house that looked normal. Expensive cars parked outside, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
“We here,” Stone said, his first words to me since we got in the car.
The driver got out and opened Stone’s door. Stone stepped out and said, “Come on.”
Then he grabbed my arm and led me to the front door, unlocking it and pushing it open.
Stone turned back to the driver. “Leave. I’ll call you when I need you.”
The driver nodded and got back in the SUV. Stone watched him drive away, then turned to me.
“Inside.”
I walked through the door, and he followed, closing and locking it behind us.
The house was furnished but had that empty feeling, like nobody actually lived there. Everything was clean and in place, but there were no personal touches, no pictures on the walls, no signs of life.
Stone walked past me into the living room, and I followed. We stood there in the middle of the room, just staring at each other.
Now that we were alone, the tension between us was even thicker.
I took my time looking him over. His all-black outfit made his tattoos stand out even more. His arms were huge, muscles defined under the ink. His chest was broad, his waist narrow. He was built like a fucking god, and despite everything, I felt that pull of attraction.
This was the man who’d threatened to kill my brother. The man who’d kidnapped me. The man who ran a drug empire and probably had bodies on bodies.
And I wanted him.
“You gonna keep staring, or you gonna fuck me?” I asked, breaking the silence.
Stone’s eyes darkened. “You got a smart-ass mouth. It’s gon’ get you in trouble.”
“Oh well.”
I reached for the hem of my crop top and pulled it over my head, dropping it on the floor. Then I unbuttoned my jeans and shimmied out of them, kicking them aside along with my heels.
I stood there in just a red lace set hugging my curves, one hand on my hip, daring him with my eyes to make a move.
Stone’s gaze traveled over my body slowly, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin. I could see his jaw clench, could see the way his hands flexed at his sides like he was restraining himself.
“Turn around,” he said, his voice rough. “Touch your toes.”
I turned around without hesitation and bent over, placing my palms flat on the floor. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but also powerful. Because I knew he was looking. I knew he wanted me.
I heard him move behind me, and then his hands were on my ass, rubbing, squeezing, exploring.
His touch was firm, possessive, like he was claiming and inspecting what was his.
He grabbed my thong and pulled it, letting it snap back against my skin.
The sharp sting made me moan before I could stop myself.
He did it again, and again, each time making me wetter. Then his hand slid between my legs, moving my panties to the side. His fingers found my pussy, and I was already soaking wet.
“Damn,” he muttered, more to himself than to me.
“I told you this pussy was top tier,” I said, my voice breathless.
His fingers slipped through my wetness, teasing my clit, sliding inside me, then back out. He was taking his sweet time, learning what made me moan, what made me gasp.
I moaned louder, my legs starting to shake.
“You gon’ come for me?” he asked, his fingers moving faster now.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, I’m gonna—”
He pulled his fingers out.
I made a sound of frustration, looking back at him over my shoulder. “What the fuck, nigga?”
His hand came down hard on my ass, the smack echoing through the empty house. “You ain’t coming until I say you can,” Stone said, his voice hard.
“Are you serious right now?” I tried to stand up, but his other hand pressed down on my lower back, keeping me in position.
His fingers went back to work, teasing me, bringing me right to the edge and then stopping. Over and over again. It was torture, but it was the best kind of torture.
I was begging by the end of it, my whole body trembling, sweat dripping down my back.
“Please,” I whimpered, all my pride gone. “Please, Stone, I need to come.”
“No,” he said, and did it again.
“I can’t—I can’t take it anymore.”
“Yes, you can.”
He kept going for what felt like forever, until I was literally crying from frustration. I was leaking, shaking, I’d never been edged like this in my life. Every nerve ending was on fire, my pussy was throbbing, and I felt like I was losing my mind.
He did it one more time, bringing me right to that edge, and I was ready to fight his ass when he finally said, “Come.”
His fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot, and I came so hard I saw stars.
The orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
My legs gave out completely, but Stone caught me around the waist, holding me up.
He lifted me up and carried me toward the stairs.
He took me into a bedroom and dropped me on the bed, making me bounce slightly. I laid there, still trying to catch my breath, looking up at him like he was absolutely insane.
Because he was. He had to be.
His dick was hard as fuck, straining against his pants, but he didn’t move to take his clothes off. He just stood there looking at me.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked.
He didn’t answer. Just kept staring at me like a fucking serial killer. I started wondering if he was actually going to kill me. If this was all some sick game and he was going to fuck me and then put a bullet in my head.
Out of nowhere, that evil smile came back. “You in a hurry?”
“I mean, you got me all worked up. Least you could do is finish what you started.”
“Oh, I’m gon’ finish. Don’t worry about that.”
He finally started undressing, pulling his shirt over his head.
Lord have mercy.
His body was ridiculous. All muscle, all tattoos, all perfection. His chest was broad, his abs were cut, and those tattoos... they covered every inch of him. I wanted to trace every line with my tongue.
He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pushed them down along with his boxers. His dick sprang free, and my eyes widened.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed.
It was huge. Like, rearrange my insides huge. Thick and long and already hard as steel.
Stone smirked. “Problem?”
“That ain’t gon’ fit.”
“It’ll fit.”
“I don’t—”
“It’ll fit,” he repeated, more firmly this time.
I sat up, reaching behind me to unhook my bra. I let it fall away, then slid my thong down my legs and kicked it off.
Now we were both naked, and the air between us was charged.