Relic gripped his head like the demons he had hidden inside were trying to break loose and cause the worst kind of havoc. Kennedy, unsure of whether he planned to hurt her or himself, took a step back to watch him unravel in a manner that siphoned the anger out of her and replaced it with genuine concern. She was convinced that dissociative disorder was only a steppingstone to the issues he carried after watching him pace, like he had done in his driveway, before abruptly stopping as though he had run out of gas. Her eyes shot wide when he pivoted to exit the kitchen as if their argument had never transpired.
“Relic!”
Her feet were moving before her mind could register her actions as she chased after him like she’d swore to her dad she wouldn’t. With her luck, her ankles would detach along the way for fucking lying. She caught up to him just as he opened the door and swerved around him to stick an arm out, blocking his path. Relic was too riled up—too out of his body to get on the road and safely make it home.
“You’re not leaving. You need to sleep whatever the hell is going on with you off. I can’t let you out the house like this.”
“If you don’t move that fucking arm, I’ll snatch it out of its socket,” he threatened, shoving her aside before she scurried right back in his way and outstretched both arms like she was with whatever he was on.
“Do it then, nigga! I’m so fucking tired of you spitting out threats like I’m afraid of you. Bust a move! If yo dad is in your head, telling you to hurt me, do it! Please, give me a reason to leave your ass alone for good. Give me a damn reason to introduce you to who’s in my head. A bitch who will grab my dad’s gun or a knife out of the kitchen to gut you fifty ways to Sunday. You ain’t the only crazy person on this earth, Relic. Try me! Push me there, so I can be the first bitch to show you something like I warned you.”
She stepped forward, putting them toe to toe, chest to chest while her eyes dared him to do it. Instead of calling her bluff, Relic clenched and unballed his fingers while his shoulders rolled to ease the growing strain in his muscles. A sharp pain shot through his temples and the backs of his eyes, making him wince before he pinched his nose bridge with a sharp intake of air. Kennedy smacked her lips and then turned to slam and lock the front door.
“Look at you, a fucking wreck! Like I said, you’re not leaving, so take your ass upstairs,” she fussed, pointing to the secondfloor. “Go, Relic! My mom will be pissed if I let your manic episode having ass behind a wheel like this.”
“I don’t need you or your momma to take care of me. This ain’t shit new, and you don’t give a fuck. I deserve it and whatever else I got coming, right?”
“You sure do. Now, save that victim mentality, woe is me shit for ahoewho cares. I’ll show you where to go.”
She bumped past him and headed upstairs, and after a fleeting moment of hesitation, he tailed her while glaring at her ass peeking from the bottom of her dress. The visual put a heat behind Relic’s ribs that he hadn’t endured since dragging Jessica out of a car after catching her with a dude she’d met at her church while they were dating. He rolled his jaw, and his left eye jumped in reminder of bad omens nearing, as he closed in on Kennedy once she reached the top of the stairs. She pushed open the first door on the left and spun around, colliding into his chest since he was on her heels.
“Why the hell are you so close to me? Back up!”
“Turn around.” He dodged her assertion to give her a directive that sent her brow shooting up.
“What?”
“Turn around and bend over the bed, Kennedy.”
“You gotta be fucking joking. The way you just talked to me like I wasn’t shit! If you think I’m about to let—what the hell?!” she shrilled when he gripped her arm, pinned it behind her back, and spun her to slam her face first on the full-sized bed, disrupting her rant.
Kennedy lifted on her tiptoes and gasped as he put a hand between her thighs, sliding aside her panties to drive two fingers inside her pussy without warning. She winced and tried to lift, but he bent her arm further to lock her in position.
“If I can see your ass,” he grumbled, laying his weight on her back before angling to face her as his fingers glided in and outof her. “If I can finger you without lifting your damn dress, that means the shit is too tiny, Kennedy. You really put this on for another nigga? Why the fuck do you like testing me?”
“Relic, get the hell off me, now, or I swear—”
“Or what?” he challenged, pumping his fingers faster as she grew wet but fought it by pushing his leg with her free hand. “You must’ve wanted yo ex to fuck you. I ain’t hit yo spot enough? Did I not get deep in yo muthafuckin’ guts enough, Kennedy? How many times you need me to nut in you before it’s mine? On me, if you gave that nigga some pussy...”
Red obscured his vision before he removed his fingers out of her to shove down his sweatpants and boxers.
“Relic, get off me! You can’t even sniff this pussy after the bullshit you just pulled, and you fucked Aura! Trifling ass probably ain’t washed her off your dick yet!” Kennedy pushed back against him, trying to break loose to no avail. The head of his dick rubbed between her sleek lips before circling her clit, and she tried not to give in as she fussed, “Did you even strap up with that bitch, Relic?”
“What bitch I’m fucking besides you, huh?” His eyes grew cold before he pressed, “What nigga are you fucking besides me?”
He sank his teeth in her lip and thrusted inside of her, avoiding her reply to the question burning him up inside.
Her warm walls latched around him, and sucked him in like he belonged there, as he went rigid, catching a chill from how good she felt... how tight and untampered with she felt. Relic stuck his tongue in her mouth and clamped a hand at the nape of her neck, trapping her in place while slamming into her with rough strokes that made her lips welcome his tongue before her juices glazed his shaft as if she relished the fucking pain. He slapped his pelvic on her ass harder since his hard work wasn’tfor her pleasure. He was teaching her a lesson about playing games with him.
“I warned your ass, I don’t want a pussy who doesn’t behave ‘cause this is the shit that happens. Now, don’t you fucking move. I wish you would!” he jeered after she tried raising on her tiptoes to inch up the bed. For the violation, he drove his dick in her so deep, she choked a gasp. “You fucking leave me, link up with your ex, and now yo ass is running, too. You’re just making shit harder on yourself.”
“I was only gone for days! Nigga, you disappeared on me for weeks!” she shot back, immediately regretting it as his dick hammered at her cervix, making her swell around him while growing sloppily wet.
Relic released her arm to claim her hip instead before applying extra pressure on her neck, mushing her face in the mattress as he drilled her pussy on a mission to make that muthafucka bottom out. His stomach stung each time her ass clapped against it, giving him a view that he’d kill a nigga about. One he’d kill her ass about if she continued testing his patience or trying to leave.
“The fact that I couldn’t make it days with no contact, but you went weeks says more about you than it does me. But I’m the one notorious for not showing feelings, right?” His face balled from her walls strangling his shaft like she wasn’t the wettest that he’d felt her. “Open that pussy up and take this dick. I’m tired of playing with yo fuckin’ ass. Move again, and see what happens...”
“I ain’t running, daddy. Drill this pussy. I can take it,” Kennedy muffled out, catching him off guard. He heaved a breath before his strokes faltered when she reached back to spread an ass cheek open. “Take your anger out on this pussy. It’s still yours.”
