Chapter Seven #2
The words surprised her. She was supposed to be done with Crown.
But she couldn’t be, especially not with the way he stood on business when it came to her.
It only made her want him more. And then there was the way he made her body feel inside the bedroom.
The way he touched her, claimed her, knew her spots.
She didn’t want to experience another. No man would ever measure up to him.
He had pleasing a woman down to a science.
Instinctive. Intentional. The perfect balance of rough and gentle.
Crown stroked her, slowly. Then something shifted.
His pace grew rougher, more urgent, as he poured every ounce of stress and pent-up aggression from the past few weeks into her.
He drove into her pussy, tucking every word she’d just spoken somewhere deep in his mind.
His chain bounced against his chest in rhythm with her ass cheeks clapping. The sound of both filled the room.
“Ahhhhhh…” Nivéa cried out, looking back at him.
“Shh,” he hushed her with a hooded gaze, wanting to keep Nyla asleep. “Here’s what you gon’ do…take this dick, fuck me back, and show me how much you miss me, baby.”
She nodded, ready to oblige.
Chasing all ten inches of Crown’s dick was a struggle, but Nivéa made it happen. The pain was always worth the pleasure. She mirrored his stroke game, winding her hips and driving into him hard as their bodies collided.
“Just like that. Fuckkkkk.” Crown slapped her ass cheek, and Nivéa lost the plot as he pushed her head into the pillow.
“Ohhh, ahhhh… I’m cummin.” She screamed into the fabric.
But she didn’t have to tell him; Crown saw it.
He looked down in awe as her juices oozed out, coating his entire dick.
It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
He admired it so much that he had to taste it.
He pulled out and lowered himself once more.
And as if he were starving, he devoured her, swallowing every drop she had to offer.
“Ohhhhh, baby.” Nivéa’s body trembled as she turned around abruptly, wanting part of the action.
She took hold of his dick with one hand, sucking it while the other reached down to massage her clit. In the middle of the bed, Crown was on his knees, groaning as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. She was killing him, snatching his soul.
The feeling was immaculate; the view of her pleasuring herself as well was perfect. His toes curled when she began deep-throating him, the sounds of her saliva filling his ears. He didn’t know which turned him on more, the vision of her sucking his dick or the sound of her gagging.
Tears fell from Nivéa’s eyes as his size nearly cut off her breathing.
“Hold up, baby. Fuck.”
Wanting more of her pussy before he released, Crown gently pulled her mouth off him and turned her back around. As Nivéa gripped the headboard, he positioned himself over her again, sliding into her warmth. Her walls felt so good snugged around him that his body began to tremble along with hers.
Nivéa felt it as she looked back at him. “I feel good to you, baby?” She asked softly.
“Hell yeah,” Crown grunted, his stomach tightening. “Too fuckin’ good. Love the shit outta yo’ pussy.”
As his nut approached, he quickly pulled out, cummin’ all over her backside. He hadn’t been inside her in weeks, and the buildup was insanely intense.
Minutes later, Crown lay back against the pillow, his fingers moving slowly through Nivéa’s hair as her head rested on his chest. Their bodies were still warm from the kind of lovemaking that made sleep feel inevitable.
But Crown could feel her thoughts shifting by the way her nails traced the tattoos on his chest.
It was time for that talk.
“What am I really getting myself into with you, Ahmad? How bad is it, baby?” She asked.
Crown licked his lips; his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling for a long moment before answering. “Bad, ma. Every day it’s some new shit.”
She nodded against him, absorbing his words. “Is it just the violence, or is it deeper than that?”
“Deeper.”
“Deep like what? Like… you sell drugs or something?”
That question shifted something within him.
Trust issues flared, and Crown went still.
Nivéa felt it immediately; she sensed the tightening of his chest beneath her cheek and how his hand stilled in her hair.
He pushed the covers off her body, not roughly, but with a heightened sense of alertness.
His eyes scanned her naked frame and then the room, instinct kicking in before he could stop it.
Even after finding nothing amiss, his gaze remained sharp and guarded.
“I would never,” she sat up and looked him in the eyes, catching on. “I could never do that to you. You’ve been nothing but good to me since I met you, baby.”
Crown held her gaze, seeing straight through her.
Everything about her screamed real and loyal, and he believed her.
If the Feds had sent a woman like Nivéa after him, they would’ve done their damn jobs.
But that thought faded as quickly as it came.
He was trippin’. Paranoid. After all, he had been the one pursuing her, inviting her to the giveaway, breaking into her home just to see her again, and showing up at her shop even after she had put him on the blocklist.
“We got our hands in just about everything.” He answered truthfully.
“I want you so bad, but I’m scared. I’m scared you’ll get locked up.” Nivéa’s voice cracked slightly. “I’m scared you’ll die, breakin’ my heart.”
Crown shifted, rolling over her and pulling her close, grounding her while she lay beneath him. He was so good at that, too.
“We all gotta go one day.” He said gently.
“That doesn’t change whether I’m in this life or not. I can’t promise I’ll make it home every night. I can’t promise we gon’ be perfect. Life isn’t perfect, and we both know I ain’t perfect.” His thumb brushed along her jaw, offering a moment of comfort amidst the uncertainty.
“But what I can promise is I’ll treat you right. I’ll give you and baby girl everything I’ve got. I’ll build you up so strong that if, God forbid, something ever does happen to me, you won’t be out here lost. You might hurt, but you won’t be broken.
That’s the difference between me and your last nigga. Or any other nigga. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy. To ensure you satisfied with this life of ours. To make sure that even in my absence, you feel my love.”
Nivéa swallowed as her arms tightened around him, her heart full and terrified all at once. “I hear you, handsome.”
“Ain’t nobody perfect. Love comes down to who’s worth the flaws. My parents taught me that, ma.” Crown added.
“I agree.”
“So, wassup? You ridin’ wit’ me?”
She batted her lashes, then blushed, and batted her lashes again. He had that effect on her since the first day she looked him in the eyes. She looked into his eyes and felt like she was drowning. The connection was so powerful that it was almost suffocating. She felt exposed and vulnerable.
“I am,” she answered.
“You sho?”
“I’m positive. Just have a plan, okay? That lifestyle cannot be your endgame if you wanna build a life with me.
And don’t break my heart. That love-bombing shit is real, and I don’t want that.
I want you to always be like this with me.
To put me first and keep me close. That’s what keeps me peaceful enough to handle all the chaos that comes with you. ”
“I’d never break your heart. I’mma do you right forever.”
“Promise me,”
“I promise you.” Crown stared into her eyes, his tone shifting. “Now you talk to me. Tell me what I don’t know, and don’t leave shit out.”
Nivéa took a breath before she spoke.
“My ex told me he cut a deal and started cooperating to get out. But now that they’ve released him, he wants to go on the run instead.
He also told me the man he gave information on is powerful.
He said if that man finds out what he’s done, he’ll come for him and for me.
But he could’ve been lying,” Nivéa rushed to add.
“Trying to scare me into leaving with him. I don’t know for sure, but it’s worrying the hell out of me because what if he’s not lying?”
“Who’s your ex?” Crown’s brows furrowed, feeling like he had a clue.
“His name is Boe.”
His entire body went cold, and for a split second, it felt like the air left his lungs. Can't be, he thought.
“His real name?”
“Borris.”
Crown kept his face calm, even as his heart raced in his chest. Their worlds were closer than he had ever imagined, yet he didn’t want to tell her.
He didn’t want her to stress even more. In Crown’s mind, it was a man’s job to carry the weight and figure things out. That’s how his father raised him.
“Aight,” he said, kissing her cheek like everything was fine. “Stop worrying. I’mma handle it.”
“How? I mean, this is why I was worried about telling you. I don’t want you stressing yourself out over my shit. I don’t want you diving into something that can get you killed or locked up trying to save me. I wouldn’t be able to live with mys—”
“Shh, calm down. If I tell you I’mma handle somethin’, just know it’s already done. Never put a question mark where I put a period. Once you give the issue to me, that’s it, baby. Just sit back and relax.” He cut her short.
Nivéa nodded slowly, pulling herself together. She was nearly hyperventilating all over again. She was strong about a lot of things, and she had survived a lot. But becoming a mother made her overly sensitive because she knew it wasn’t just her that she had to worry about.
“You got orders to fill?” Crown questioned.
“Yeah, three. One order I’ve already started for a birthday party, just need to finish printing the rest.”
“Aight, I’mma get you what you need to work from here. Make me a list in the morning. You’ll fulfill the orders in my office, and then I’ll take you to meet the customers at your shop when you're ready. It’s just temporary until I can figure this shit out.”
“Okay,” Nivéa replied, watching him in amazement.