Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Entering Kas’ house with him fresh on her heels, Yanna dropped her purse on the couch and kicked off her sneakers, leaving them in the middle of the floor.
As if she were the one with a reason to be mad, she stomped her way up the winding staircase.
Once inside Kas’ bedroom, she peeled off her jewelry, placing it on his dresser.
Kas leaned against the door frame watching her, trying not to admire her luscious frame.
Still acting as if he wasn’t there, Yanna entered his bathroom and turned on the shower.
“What the hell you think you doing?” He called from the door.
“I’m about to take a shower. What does it look like?”
“Nah, you not about to climb in the shower then go to sleep like nothing happened. What the fuck was that shit back at the parking lot?”
Yanna released a deep sigh, not wanting to engage in what she knew would be an argument. She’d gotten pretty tipsy in the parking lot, and her inebriated state only heightened on the long drive to Kas’ home.
“You mean you pulling up and overreacting over nothing?”
“So, you being all hugged up with a nigga, posting him on your IG is nothing? You act like it would be a crime to post me on yo shit, but that nigga can go on there?”
“I posted a picture of his watch, not him. You did the most for absolutely no reason.”
“That shit wasn’t for no reason. Yo hoe ass knew exactly what the fuck you was doing! Like, damn, I thought we agreed to squash the dumb shit.”
“We did, but then I came to my senses.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means exactly what I said, Kasra. You and that Yasmine bitch! Got broads that don’t even know me speaking on my situation with you.”
“Relationship.”
“What?”
“Got broads speaking on our relationship, not situation. Fuck those bitches anyway. Because some random broads was talking shit, you decide to be a fucking hoe?”
“Stop calling me a hoe!”
“Calling it like I see it, Yanna Boo.”
“Fuck you, Kas. What does it matter to you what I do anyway? You are not my nigga.”
Pushing himself from the wall, Kas closed the space between him and Yanna, gripping her chin in his hand. “The fuck did I tell you about that shit?”
“Just calling it like I see it,” she mocked him, knocking his hand from her chin. “All in your feelings about me talking to my friend, but you’ve been lying to me from the very beginning!”
“You always bringing up that old shit! Can you live in the fucking present? I’m trying to do right, trying to be the kind of nigga you need, and all you do is dwell in the past.”
“Because that was enough. Fool me once, shame on me, but you fool me once I can’t be fooled again.”
Kas’ brows scrunched, knowing he’d heard that statement before. “You really in here quoting George Bush to me? I should slap yo dumb ass.”
“Don’t make me laugh.”
“You love trying me. Got niggas approaching me to shoot the one, but I’m supposed to believe y’all not fucking?”
“You’re the one that pulled up looking for a fight. Don’t put that shit on me when you started it.”
“Answer my fucking question.”
“No, I’m not fucking him! And if I was fucking him, it wouldn’t be your business.”
Startled, Yanna stepped back when Kas sealed the void between them once more. The expression etched on his delicate features was menacing. He advanced with one step forward each time she backpedaled.
“Nigga, every fucking thing you do, every breath you take, every fucked up ass decision you make is my business. You know why?”
“Why?” Yanna questioned barely above a whisper.
“Because I love yo simple ass. Ain’t a bitch in this world I want more than you, but you make shit so difficult.”
“I—”
“You should know, any nigga you entertain I’mma be at his fucking head. If you didn’t want to be in a relationship like a real adult, you should’ve never let me in. Now you stuck, Yanna and I ain’t letting you go.”
“Kasra, you can’t force me to be with you.”
“Watch me. And delete that fucking picture off yo Instagram.”
“I’m not doing—”
“Now!” Kas’ voice boomed, frightening Yanna. With shaky hands, she slipped her hand into her pocket and removed her phone. Heading to the IG app, she went to the picture of Des’ arm and deleted it. “Let me see it.”
Yanna held up her phone so Kas could see she’d removed the photo. “Anything else?” She questioned, voice full of sarcasm.
“Take all that shit off… and do it quick,” Kas demanded, and Yanna didn’t hesitate to comply.
He watched as she slowly pulled off her thin jacket, hating the effect she had on him.
If she’d been any other woman, constantly denying being in a relationship with him, denying their feelings for him, he would’ve cut ties.
Would’ve done something toxic like sleep with their cousin, sister, or best friend to show them one monkey didn’t stop the show.
Yanna was different, however. It was like the more she pushed him away, the more he tried to grasp her.
Chasing Yanna was like trying to hold water in his hands.
It was impossible, but he’d be damned if he stopped trying.
She was like an opioid addiction, easy to get hooked on but hard as hell to let go of.
Jaiyanna Munroe was the perc 30 he knew was causing him harm, but couldn’t help but pop a few every time he felt the need for a high.
After the stunt she’d pulled, he should’ve went on his way and spent the night preparing to purge her from his system.
Instead, the bulge in his pants hardened watching her unhook her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor.
Her sight never left his as she lowered her shorts, followed by her black lace thong.
His tongue crossed his bottom lip as he beheld her in all her glory.
Her creamy café au lait skin seemingly glowed against the moonlight flowing through the bedroom window.
“C’mere, Yanna,” Kas demanded with a curl of his finger.
Yanna obliged, tipping back to him. Wrapping four fingers around the back of her neck, Kas pulled her to him.
Eyes locked on hers, he fused their lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth.
A small moan escaped Yanna’s throat when Kas’ lips trailed to her neck.
His hand traveled along the soft skin of her torso, stopping at her sex.
Two fingers circled her clit, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Yanna.
“Mmm, fuck,” Kas groaned. Her arousal was always the biggest turn on. Feeling how wet she already was for him made his need for her intensify. Her head fell back, prompting Kas to bite into her neck.
“Kas,” Yanna whimpered out his name, always relishing in how he could make something painful feel absolutely delightful.
“Shut up. Don’t say my name.”
He was mad. Yanna knew he was, and if she were being fair, she’d admit he had every right to be.
She would’ve been pissed too if she’d pulled up and found him hugged up with a random girl after he’d posted her on his social media.
Still, as angry as he was, he touched her body with so much passion it was nearly suffocating.
For Kas, Yanna was like a delicate flower even though she exhibited such a hard facade.
She was akin to an Orchid growing along the spines of a cactus.
She was resilient, beautifully adverse and strong, but still a bit unstable and intangible.
Kas wanted to cater to and nurture each facet of her, so she’d always know it wasn’t just about the physical…
he wanted all of her. He meant it when he said he wasn’t letting her go, no matter how much she pissed him off. Yanna was his one.
He backed her up until the backs of her legs touched the edge of his bed.
He turned her away from him, lifting one of her legs onto the bed while she used the other for stability.
The way her back arched, showcasing the dimples that sat right above her ass, instantly made Kas’ dick jolt.
Her skin was so supple it looked edible.
Testing the theory, Kas drug his tongue from the middle of her spine to the top.
The wind from the ceiling fan kissed the skin he’d dampened, causing a shiver to voyage down her backbone.
Kas gently bit into one ass cheek before slapping it, relishing in the way it rippled from his assault.
“Maaan,” he drawled, amazed at the specimen before him. There had been lots of girls before Yanna, but none of them could hold even a dim candle to her on her worst day.
With her chest pressed into the bed, she squealed when Kas licked from the crack of her ass to her clit, a slurping sound reverberating through the room as he did so.
Kas’ whole face was buried deep within the confines of her center, consuming her essence with proficiency.
It should’ve been a crime the way his mouth possessed the ability to make her climax within seconds.
It was like he’d gone to school for it. Like he’d majored in cunnilingus and graduated summa cum laude at the top of his class.
“Sssssss, shit, oh my fucking God.” Head so good was one of the reasons why she couldn’t break out of the chokehold Kas trapped her in.
She snaked her middle as Kas’ slurps grew louder and his suction hold on her clit tightened.
Within seconds her body was shaking as she climaxed.
Her peak would’ve normally been an indication to stop, but it only incited Kas to go harder.
Yanna was a creamer, and for Kas it was like syrup, like he’d discovered exactly how many licks it took to get to the center, and now he had to enjoy the fruits of his labor.
Yanna’s eyes crossed, and breathing hitched as he stuck his tongue deep inside of her, swirling it around.
He’d always been taught as a kid to clean his plate, and he made sure to do just that each and every time.
“Ahh, damnit Kas, okay you can… stop, I can’t take anymooore. ”