Chapter 12
Rose blushed and looked down at her food as I spoke. She’d never been shy, but I’d noticed a softer side of her since she shared her secret with me. Her guard had been up for years, and she was rarely vulnerable with me. I was grateful for the change and fell even deeper in love with her.
We enjoyed the second course of our meal, lobster bisque soup and a salad, talking about random things as we ate. When the main course was served, her eyes widened as the servers placed our meals in front of us.
It was pan-seared lemon-butter scallops with creamy Parmesan risotto. It smelled and looked delicious, making my mouth water.
“Oh, you fancy, huh?” she teased.
“I can be fancy when the mood or need arises, especially if it’ll put a smile on your face.”
The smile I loved so much graced her lips, and I smiled as well.
“I like this side of you,” she said.
“What do you mean? Have you not seen this side of me before?”
“I’ve seen glimpses of your sweet and sensitive side, but you were . . .” She let her words trail off.
“I was what?”
“Umm, I’m not sure of the word I’m looking for. Reserved, maybe.”
“Reserved? I never hid how I felt about you or where I wanted our relationship to go. You’ve always known how much I love you.”
She let my words marinate for a moment before responding.
“That’s true, but that’s not what I mean, and I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Because there’s nothing to explain. You were guarded, and most of the time, I followed your lead. It was hard pouring my heart out to you when it was rarely reciprocated.”
She looked down at her food, and I could sense a shift in her mood. Now that I understood why she was guarded, I would never hold it against her, but facts were facts.
“I wasted a lot of time running from my feelings, but I’m all in now. Thank you for being patient with me.”
I reached across the table, took one of her hands, and rubbed my thumb gently across the back.
“I would’ve waited forever.”
For the remainder of our meal, we talked about how our lives would change once we became responsible for a three-year-old. We had individual concerns, but most of them were the same.
“At least Oaklyn is out of the infant stage,” she said.
“That’s true. When RJ and Bliss were born, Roman and Rocky were like zombies for at least the first year.”
“Yeah. Rue was definitely sleep-deprived with Briar and Bliss, which is kinda crazy considering the amount of help they have.”
We laughed at that revelation because our village was huge, and help was everywhere. Even when RJ was born, years before Rose and her sisters entered our lives, Roman and RJ’s mother received help from Rocky, our grandparents, and me.
“Let’s not forget the terrible twos. RJ was hell on wheels. How was Briar at that age?”
“Briar was timid in his younger years, but I think it had a lot to do with how his father treated Rue. Bliss was enough of a terror for both of them.”
One of the servers arrived to clear our plates, while the other waited patiently to place the dessert platter in the center of the table. Each entrée had been served in covered silver platters, and the dessert was no different.
Once the dessert was in front of us, Rose reached for the lid. As she lifted it, I covered her hand with mine to stop her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, confused.
“I want you to guess what we’re having for dessert.”
“Umm, I hope it’s red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting and strawberry ice cream. Those are my favorites.”
“What do I get if I got both of your favorites?”
“Hmm . . . how does the tip of your dick hitting the back of my throat sound?”
“Shit. Say less, baby.”
I moved my hand, and she quickly removed the lid, gasping when her eyes landed on a small box holding a three-carat solitaire diamond ring in the center of the platter.
“Oh my—Russell—is this—”
“My desire to marry you has never been a secret, and now that we’re on the same page, I’m ready to make it happen.”
“Russie,” she said through tears, still holding the lid to the platter.
I took the lid from her hand and placed it on the table, then removed the ring from the box. I stood and went to her side of the table and pulled her to her feet.
“I love you more than you’ll ever understand. You make everything in my life better, and I don’t want to do life without you. Rose Abrams, will you marry me?”
“I love you so much, Russie. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
I wrapped her in my arms, and our lips connected in a passionate kiss. When our lips parted, I looked into her eyes and said, “There’s nothing I won’t do for you, baby. Never forget that.”
“I know, and I won’t.”
We kissed again before I slipped the ring on her finger. She held her hand up and admired the ring with a big smile and bright, watery eyes. I returned to my seat, bringing her with me and pulling her onto my lap.
The servers brought our real dessert, and it was just as she guessed, . . . red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting and strawberry ice cream. We shared both servings, feeding each other and kissing between spoonfuls.
“I can’t believe I’m engaged.”
“Why?”
“Because for the past ten years, I didn’t think I was worthy of being anyone’s wife, and for the past three, I talked myself into believing you deserved more than what I could give you.”
“I hate that you spent so much time doubting your worth, baby, but I’m here to make sure you never feel that way again. You are and always will be more than enough.”
My dick filled her mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat as she attempted to take my full length. Her gagging created a wet, slippery mess, but the wetter her mouth got, the better it felt.
Her tongue slipped over the tip before her jaws tightened around my length. I grabbed a handful of her braids to control her pace, but it was too late. My nut had already begun to rise, and there was no turning back.
“Suck that shit, Rose.”
Her jaws tightened as her head bobbed up and down. She moaned, and the vibrations from the sound went straight to my dick and snatched my nut from my soul.
“Aarrgh!”
My seeds shot through the back of Rose’s throat, and she sucked me until I was empty. As I caught my breath, she climbed on top of me and straddled my waist. My dick was still semi-hard, and with her hot, wet pussy rubbing against it, I was ready to go again within minutes.
She leaned down to kiss me, and as our tongues intertwined, she lifted her lower half, reached between us to grab my dick, eased back until it was snug inside her, pulling her mouth away from mine.
“You ready to ride this dick?” I questioned, gripping her waist.
“You ready for me to ride it?”
“Always. Do yo thang, baby.”
She planted her hands on my chest and rode my dick like it was her last rodeo. Her handful of breasts bouncing in front of my face had me licking my lips. I cupped them and brushed my thumbs over her nipples.
Her head fell back, and she looked sexy as hell as she lost herself in the moment. Nothing I’d ever seen was more beautiful than the sight before me, and she was mine for the rest of my life.
“I’ll never get enough of you, baby. I love the fuck outta you, Rose.”
“Mmm . . . I love you too, Russie.”
Those words were like music to my ears, but she may as well had been talking to my dick. I couldn’t explode before she got hers, so in one swift move, I lifted her from my dick and put her on my face.
At first, she gasped, then squealed when her pussy made contact with my mouth. Her hands hit the headboard as she braced herself for what she knew would come. I used my tongue to bring her to ecstasy, devouring it like it was my last meal.
When she came, she screamed my name while her juices covered my face. There was no place in this world that could possibly be better than here, and if it were possible, I’d never leave.
She barely had enough energy to climb off my face after her orgasm. Her body fell to the bed beside me as her chest heaved up and down. My dick was still rock hard, but when I slid inside Rose’s tight, wet walls, I knew it wouldn’t be for long.
“Fuck! This pussy—shit!”
I couldn’t find the right words to express how good it felt for my dick to be trapped inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and held onto my neck as my strokes deepened and my pace quickened.
“I can’t wait to make you my wife, baby.”
“I can’t wait to be your wife, Russie.”
Her words sucked my nut straight from my soul, and I filled her with my seeds.
Once I was empty, I removed myself from her womb and headed to the bathroom.
When I returned with a warm towel, she’d fallen asleep, and she must have been exhausted because she didn’t stir while I cleaned between her legs.
After cleaning myself up, I dressed in all black and sent Rocky a text. I went to the side of the bed and leaned down to kiss Rose’s forehead. When my lips touched her skin, she slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, she looked confused.
“Where are you going?”
“To take care of business. I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Be careful. I love you.”
“Always. I love you more.”
I kissed her lips this time, then quietly left to handle business.
I had to admit, Preston was a lot tougher than I thought. From what I was told, Busta had a great time with him. By the time he’d had his fun, Preston was hanging by a thread, begging, pleading, and apologizing.
It was three o’clock in the morning by the time I got to him, and as soon as he saw me, it was like he got a jolt of energy laced with courage. I’d already beaten his newfound burst of energy out of him, but he continued to talk shit with what he had left.
“Fuck . . . you . . . and that . . . bitch,” he said through measured breaths.
“Say everything you want to say now because it’ll be hard to talk when I pull each of your teeth out, one by one.”
His eyes showed his fear, but he remained stoic. He was strapped to a table in the middle of the room, and even if he had had enough energy to move, it was impossible.
“Just . . . kill me . . . fucking . . . luna . . . lunatic.”
“Oh, I am, but where’s the fun if I can’t torture you?”
Semiyon placed a tool inside Preston’s mouth to hold it open. Preston groaned and grunted because that was all he could do. I lifted the pliers I’d been holding, and his eyes widened as he struggled to break loose.
I pulled out the first tooth, and Preston screamed louder than I thought possible, considering his position. I didn’t torture niggas often, but this was personal, and I would enjoy every second of it.
When every tooth was pulled from his mouth, he was choking on his own blood. He wasn’t quite done suffering, but he may very well be dead before I’d be done torturing him.
I grabbed a bottle of acid and poured it on his fingernails. He tried to scream, but the blood filling his mouth made it sound like he was gargling. I used a pair of heavy-duty tweezers and yanked his fingernails from his nail beds.
There was no movement from him by the time I was finished, but I could see his chest just barely move up and down. I punched him in his stomach to bring him to, and he was too weak to react. I had him exactly where I wanted him.
Blood dripped down the sides of his mouth and his hands, and he was hanging on by a thread. A part of me wanted to walk away and let him suffer until he took his last breath. Fortunately for him, I couldn’t walk away until he was no longer among the living.
Semiyon handed me my gun, and I walked around the table, surveying my work. I’d done worse before, but I was pleased with the outcome of today’s torture session.
“Any last words?” I asked, voice full of sarcasm.
Even if he wanted to, Preston couldn’t talk. I stopped near his waist and watched as his body shivered.
“Rest in hell, bitch ass nigga,” I said calmly before pulling the trigger with my gun aimed at his dick.