Power (Romantic Suspense) (9 page)

“Not when you’re with me.”

“Maybe I’m scared of you.”

I laughed.

Annoyance laced her voice. “That wasn’t supposed to be a joke.”

“However, I caught the punch line. Scared of me? Bullshit. Since I’ve met you, you have done everything possible to piss me off. I doubt you’re scared of me. Maybe afraid of my cock, but damn sure not terrified of the man.”

She opened her mouth, said nothing, and then shook her head.

“Say what you have to say, sweetheart.”

“Why does everything have to be about sex with you?” she asked.

“Because when I look at you, all I can think of is getting you naked.”

She turned away and stared out the window.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I don’t like it either.”

Her damn phone buzzed again in my back pocket. I pulled it out. The only reason why I continued to look at it was to make sure that none of her family or friends searched for her.

I checked the text.

Don’t Answer: Harrold:
Call me.

Don’t Answer: Harrold:
Please. I can’t live without you.

“Another dick pic?” Mary Jane glanced over her shoulder.

“No. Now, he’s moved on to begging.” I stuffed the phone back in my pocket.

“Too bad.” She snapped her fingers. “I was really hoping you would cut his dick off.”

I glanced at her. “Is that what you want?”

She widened her eyes. “Oh. No. It was just a joke.”

“You may want to be careful with me. In my world, that’s not a joke. It’s a favor.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

Worry hit me. Had I gone too far with that last sentence? My heart started that stupid drumming again.
Concentrate on Domingo. Who cares about this chick?
But, the worry didn’t leave my chest and my heart continued its drum patter.

I groaned.

“What?” she whispered.

“Nothing.”

She moved her gaze back down to my dick. It hadn’t lowered at all, if anything it stood up even more, making the fit of my pants uncomfortable.

She had me walking through my own club and around my own men with an erection that could’ve taken out an eye. The streets will be talking about this tomorrow. “Noah’s losing it,” They’ll say. “He’s let Domingo run around the city free and the whole time, Noah’s been babysitting some square chick.”

I looked at her and still, she stared at my cock. Her face didn’t reveal disgust or confusion. Desire lingered along her lips and fluttered within her eyes.

“Stop looking at it.” My voice might’ve been a little louder than I’d wanted it to be.

“It’s kind of
hard
not to stare.”

“Do I have to teach you another lesson?” I asked.

She had the nerve to give me an
I dare you
expression.

Oh, really?

I’d had enough. Rage didn’t bubble in my veins, but an unrelenting hunger did. And as a matter of fact, I was tired of everyone treating me like I was soft today. In that moment, I decided to be the name that everyone called me.

Beast.

There in the privacy of my limo, I brought my hands to my pants, unbuttoned, unzipped, and freed my cock from its prison. “There you go. Here’s a better look.”

A gasp came from her, but she didn’t turn away or move. In fact, she studied it more. What did she see when she looked at it? Many women told me how pretty my cock was, but most of them just wanted to be a Top Bitch. They might’ve said anything.

“Are you going to keep it out the entire ride?” she huffed.

“What do you want me to do?” I said through clenched teeth.

She sat silent for a few seconds and then she said, “I don’t know.”

My cock twitched. The tip desperately wanting to be touched. I could feel the pre-cum rising. If she said anything else or moved in a way that jiggled her breasts in that lovely red dress, then I’d have to do something with my cock. Something hard and wild. In my mind, I bent her over in that seat, lifted the dress over her ass, slid her panties to the side, and stroked her insides until she moaned.

“Do you want to hear a joke?” she asked.

“There’s a lot of things I want right now, Mary Jane. And it damn sure isn’t a joke.”

“What do you call the useless piece of skin attached to a cock?”

“Is it circumcised or un—”

“You ruin jokes. Did you know that?”

“Then don’t ask questions that are based on factual scientific data.”

She shook her head. “Anyway. What do you call the useless piece of skin attached to a cock?”

I got ready to speak, but she stopped me with her hand.

“A man.” She beamed. “The useless piece of skin attached to a cock, is a man.”

“That’s not funny.”

She glanced back at my length again. “I think it’s funny.”

“So you’d prefer to get the cock, but not deal with the man?”

“Sometimes.”

Without thinking, I closed the distance between us, getting all on her side of the seat and placing my face in front of her. I practically climbed on her, but without bearing my weight. Yet my cock poked the space between her breasts and stomach, and I wanted to put the tip right in that smart mouth of hers.

Like in the hallway, she froze, but without fear. More hunger radiated from her. More desire.

I placed my hands on her face and kept my balance on my knees so I wouldn’t crush her legs. How crazy I must’ve looked—this big, bad man on top of a small woman.

I caressed her chin. “Are you scared?”

She didn’t say anything, but her chest rose and fell as if she’d been running a race.

“Are you scared, Mary Jane?”

“I-I think you’re crazy.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I don’t know if I’m scared.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Are you afraid of my cock?”

She bit her bottom lip.

“Touch it.” I licked my lips.

“You’re insane.”

“Touch it.”

And then she said something I never thought she would. The whole thing was meant to be another asshole move. Something to shut her up. But she had to knock me off of my game.

In a sexy murmur, she said, “How do you want me to touch it? With my mouth or hand?”

Dear God! Those are beautiful options.

That damn question lured the darkest moan from my chest. Horny as hell, my lids drooped a little as if I’d been ready to fall asleep.

She’s fucking making me crazy.

“My sweet, Mary Jane. If you were to put that lovely mouth on my cock, I would be obligated to return the favor, and I very much want to lick between your thighs.”

She shuddered. “You’re insane. You’re just playing around with me. I don’t know what this is supposed to be, but it won’t work.”

“What won’t work?”

“You’re trying to dominate me or whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not afraid of dick. So, you might as well put that back in your pants and get off of my legs, before you flatten me.”

Fuck. She didn’t mean it. Shit. Okay. Back away. Calm down and back away. Oh, but couldn’t I just let the tip brush her lips as I moved away. Just a little accident. Oh, stop it. What am I, a kid? I FUCKING RUN THESE STREETS!

“You’re squinting again.” She smirked. “You’re thinking
hard
.”

I got off of her, before I violated her mouth and breasts.

But she wasn’t done talking. “And I may be young and. . .not from your world, but I’m no punk. So, if you think you can scare me with your dick, it won’t happen. You’re better off taking out a gun.”

“Be careful.” I sat back down in my seat. There was no way my erection would go down by the time we got to the party. Pissed, I didn’t put it back in my pants. “I wasn’t trying to scare you.”

“Whatever,” she said.

Whatever?

She rolled her eyes again.

What is this, Disrespect Noah Day?!

And then, she did something else that I hadn’t bet on, she slipped the straps down on her dress, pulled down the top a little, and revealed a nice view of cleavage. “Two can play at that game, Noah. And I have way more things to tease you with than you do.”

Now it was my time to freeze in shock.

She jiggled her breasts. “Now who’s scared?”

“Pull the dress down some more,” I whispered.

“Why? Do you want to touch them?”

“Please,” I begged.

She blinked in surprise and I might’ve too. No one made me beg, especially not in my own goddamned limo. But, there I sat, pleading for just one look at her nipple—the right or the left—I didn’t care which.

What’s going through her mind? Does she get how much power she has over me right now?

She tugged the dress down another inch and I groaned in despair. It was still not enough to see a nipple.

“Come on, sweetheart. Be a good girl.”

An evil grin covered her face. “Touch yourself.”

Damn her. She knows she’s got me right now.

“And if I do?” I asked.

“You’ll see.”

Spitting on my hand, I gripped my cock and rubbed the wetness all over my length. Lust roared through me like a fire. My whole body seared with an ache that only her flesh could release.

“How does that feel?” She licked her lips.

“Good. So goddamned good.” I squeezed the tip and then returned to stroking. It felt so good. Pleasure throbbed everywhere I touched. I was ready for any command she had for me. Gone was the problem with Domingo or even why we sat in the limo. All I could think about was her and that pussy that she kept hidden under the dress.

She pulled the dress down a little more. She wore no bra and a hint of dark brown areolas peeked out.

“More,” I roared.

She jumped a little, causing those lovely melons to bounce. I couldn’t take it anymore. I dove for her. Buried my face between those soft pillows, kissing each side and yanking the dress down even lower. Her nipples popped out and I devoured each one, grunting the entire time like a pervert.

“Oooh,” she moaned.

Oh is right. So you’re just as horny as me? No more scared captor? Now you want my cock as much as I want to give it to you.

I cupped both breasts with my hands. “I’m going to come all over these. I’m going to ruin this damned dress and then those panties.”

Panting, she whispered, “I’m not wearing any panties. You only gave me a dress and shoes, not anything else.”

“Then thank, God for my stupidity.” I lapped at a nipple and squeezed the other one.

She writhed in my hands, making them bounce and staring at me with her lust-filled doe eyes.

And then the limo parked.

No.

The driver’s side sounded like it was being opened.

Don’t you bring your ass back here, Crusher!

Mary Jane never noticed. She was too busy enjoying my fingers and slipping her hands close to my dick.

Yes. Come on. Touch it, baby.

A knock came at the window and followed by Crusher’s stupid voice. “Boss, we’re here.”

“Don’t open the door.” I didn’t think he heard me.

“Boss, a couple of Rasheed’s men are parked around the block,” he said. “I doubt they’re hiding out there to bring presents to Domingo’s son.”

“Thank you, Crusher, for your fucking assessment! Give me a minute.”

“You want me to hand you your gun?” Crusher asked on the other side of the door.

Something made Mary Jane stiffen and stop her hand from going to my cock. It probably was the mention of the gun or it could’ve been Crusher’s scary tone outside the door. He had a voice that made babies scream and women shiver. And his voice damned sure wasn’t helping my erection.

Motherfucker!

I let go of her breasts and she quickly pulled her dress back up. Too fast for me. Her hands shook the whole time with the movement.

Going limp, I stuffed myself back in my pants.

All I needed was some sort of release. One minute to myself! Someone’s definitely dying tonight. That’s for sure.

With the glow of lust gone, Mary Jane looked less confident and even turned away from me as she adjusted her dress some more.

You’ve got regrets already? Or were you too scared to finish?

“Boss?” Crusher tapped the window again. “Are you okay?”

“No!”

Mary Jane jumped.

I hadn’t meant to scare her.

Great.

“Boss?” Crusher asked again.

“Shut up.” I raked my fingers through my hair. “I’m coming out.”

I directed my attention back to Mary Jane. “Are you okay?”

“What did he mean by men are around the corner?” she asked. “What’s going on? Are we going to be safe?”