“Damara. Confess that you love me, or I will tie you to the bed and leave you there until your cold heart melts.”
I shouldn’t go toe to toe with Magnum, but I’ve never been the type to back away from a challenge. I stare him down – hawk meets eagle.
“You’re not about to do shit, white boy.”
I don’t know what possesses me to tack the ‘white boy’ onto the end, but those words clearly push Magnum over the edge. The split second I have to react, I spend watching his nostrils flare with anger. It’s too late by the time he lunges for me. I slipped my hands out of binds just enough to get awayAnd it works. For a second.
I get about two feet away before Magnum reasserts his domination. I can’t escape before his arm swoops around my waist and I screech at the top of my lungs as I start fighting his ass off like a wild hyena.
“I told you exactly what the fuck would happen!” Magnum yells as he carries me through the house. I gain enough traction when I drag his hair and hurt him enough that he slams me against the wall, bracing my body with his arm so I’m only shaken up instead of hurt. I sense an opportunity to wriggle away from Magnum and try to take it but the position against the wall only gives the giant beast more leverage over me.
“PUT ME DOWN!” I scream with the intentions of shattering Magnum’s eardrums, but if I hurt him at all, he doesn’t give a fuck and it doesn’t stop him from dragging me into the bedroom where he throws me back against the bed with a huff. I screech loudly and try to scramble away, already lost in the mess of sheets and throw pillows that make it impossible to escape the king-sized bed.
While scrambling over a pillow that seems as big as a surfboard, I feel Magnum’s hand clamping around my ankle and he drags me back towards him across the length of the bed, eliminating any distance I had successfully put between the two of us. I scream even louder than before, only heightening Magnum’s anger.
“You are done, you little brat,” he growls. “Fucking done.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Deacon
There’s an easy way for us to solve this that always works.Violence.Keyshawn doesn’t approve of my obsession with Magnum’s new conundrum with Damara Simmons. How can anyone blame me for not trusting someone related to Tamiya? The woman spends her life digging into people’s personal affairs and as a man who values privacy, that sort of behavior unnerves me.
Keyshawn finds me obsessive and annoying because the time I spend worrying about the latest family drama with the club takes away from the time I spend coloring her ass dark purple with our newest toys. It’s harder to keep up with her cravings than I expected after all this time. I never expected to get bored with Keyshawn, but I feel something a little deeper than fresh excitement. There’s no way I could have the relationship I have with her with anyone else.
She’s special to me and our dark, intense, and sometimes bloody bond makes me want to bend the knee in service to her. Keyshawn knows I love her and would burn the world for her and I understand that I can’t let this obsession lead to me forgetting that this woman willalwaysbe the number one force in my life.
I love my wife. However, my beautiful wife Keyshawn thinks that my willingness to involve myself at all is a sign that I’m not taking our new life together seriously. I can’t bear to tell her the truth.
Magnum’s affairs are very much my own. We both own several properties across the Southwestern United States and our joint dealings extend all the way to Southern California at the end of the old Route 66 highway, deep into Santa Monica where we share territory with a few Mexican biker gangs and one old Texan gang.
We have a huge financial investment together in a new nightclub out in the desert, about fifty miles east of Santa Monica. I threw in a lot of cash under the promise that Magnum would spend the next few months hard at work getting the club to turn a profit– and running weapons down to Costa Rica for a little side money to make sure we hit our financial goals.
I planned on taking Keyshawn on a three month vacation from our problems with the kids so I can make up for all the time I spend working. I throw everything into providing for my family and Magnum’s fucked up situation throws my financial plan for providing into total fucking chaos.
This woman has Magnum completely distracted and I have considered arranging her anonymous kidnapping more than a few times until Magnum gets my investments to turn a real profit. I have very little patience for any of this.
Keyshawn steps out of our home’s built-in sauna completely naked, giving me a complete view of her perfect, sexy ass body. Her curves are all natural with cellulite in all the right places, stretch marks from her body changes during her last pregnancy, and she has some special changes to her body performed as ritual expressions of love in our relationship.
My dick gets hard just dropping my gaze to her tattoo.Property of Rage.This woman was an absolute fucking treatwhen I first felt her lips around my cock and being with Keyshanw has only grown more exciting in different ways.
“Are you thinking about the pregnancy plot again?” Keyshawn asks, already annoyed with me because I guess I didn’t stare at her tits long enough when she got out of the sauna.
“You look fucking incredible.”
“But you are thinking about it,” Keyshawn says, still distrusting and accusatory. I’ll admit my obsession has bordered on extreme in the past. She should be more patient with me…
“I’m not.”
This time, I’m thinking about how her juicy ass cheeks would look with my pale white dick sliding between the lubed up melons. Delicious. My dick jerks behind my white towel again. I want to suck on Keyshawn’s lips until she screams.
“I don’t believe you. But I like the way you’re looking at me right now.”
I need this woman on a yacht off the coast of Croatia. But thanks to Magnum’s wandering cock, we’ll have to spend all summer in the desert. Keyshawn deserves to have her dark brown cheeks lubed up in baby oil while she lays out in the sun and I feed her sliced mango.
“Good. I like the way you look right now.”
“What do I look like? A tired mother who needs her feet massaged?”
