Again, my tongue runs over my lips. I’m panting like I’ve run a race. My orgasm is building, causing my legs to shake.
“Raziel,” his name comes out like a plea.
He speeds up the rhythm in his fingers, staring down at me with a grin. “Ask.” He damn near growls. “Ask me to eat that tasty pussy again, Nasiah.”
My goodness, I almost come with just him speaking the words. My hips move trying to catch the orgasm that is bubbling up in me. I once again look around to see if anyone is watching. The woman from earlier with the red hair is looking at me. Her eyes are jet black, and there is a smile on her face. I wait for the shame or embarrassment to hit me, but it doesn’t. I just get wetter.
Raziel groans. “Fuck, Beauty. Tell me you want it.” There is a bit of desperation in his voice.
I open my mouth to do exactly what he is asking, but the moment I do, I remember why I can’t.
“No, I can’t,” I cry out, pushing out of his arms. My breathing is ragged, and my body feels as if I’m coming down from a high fever. I tug at the hem of my dress, pulling it back down over my ass.
“Stop this,” Raziel barks, running his hands through his hair. He paces in front of me. “You belong to me.”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t. You stole me.”
He snarls as he takes a step toward me. “I can’t steal what is rightfully mine. You’ve been mine since you were an infant.”
“You may have saved my life and combined our destinies, but I don’t belong to you. You haven’t earned me. I’m his,” I shout the last words, hoping that the volume will match the conviction.
I wasn’t necessarily angry at Raziel. I was madder at myself. How could I allow a man that isn’t my fiancé to touch me so intimately? I can excuse the first time. I told him no, but this time I nearly begged him for it.
Raziel goes completely still before my eyes. Nothing on him moves. Slowly, like a roll of thunder clouds, heavy dark smoke starts to hover over him. The smoke is so thick that I lose sight of him.
The music stops, and all eyes are now on us. Everyone in the room looks nervous. I start to feel as though I might be in danger.
The moment I take a step back from Raziel, his hand reaches out of the smoke and latches on to me. The smoke then wraps around me, engulfing me in darkness. It’s ice cold inside the dark. But I can see him more clearly now. Those black eyes seem to glow.
“You think you belong to that piece of shit?” his voice is raspy and deep. “I will show you what you mean to him.”
Before I could object or say anything, my stomach did that dropping thing like I’m on a rollercoaster. The room spins shortly, but it’s over quickly. When the smoke clears, I realize I’m in an apartment. One I know well.
“Jamieson,” I whisper his name. I’m in his apartment.
I take off for the bedroom. The moment I get to the door, it disappears in front of me and I’m now standing inside the bedroom. However, as soon as I enter, I want to leave.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I watch my fiancé make love to my sister. Her nails dig into his back as he moves his hips between her legs. It’s clear they can’t see me. Because neither of them has looked up or heard me enter.
“Yes, Jamie.” Rochelle moans. “Don’t stop. I love you.”
With every word she speaks, more of my heart breaks. He doesn’t stop. He continues to fuck her the way that he once did me.
“Shit, Ro, you feel so good,” he grunts as he finishes inside her.
Tears roll down my cheeks. As much as I want to say something or even turn away, I can’t stop watching the two of them.
J pulls out, no condom, and sits on the edge of the bed. “I still haven’t heard anything else from Siah. You think that asshole hurt her?”
The fact that he just finished fucking my sister and still has the audacity to ask her about me hurts me more.
Rochelle sits up in the bed, her face scrunched up in hatred. “What if he did? J, look, this is our opportunity. We don’t have to hide our love anymore. My sister is gone. We can be together finally.”
When he turns to her, there is anger pinching his brows. “What the fuck are you talking about? Nasiah is my wife.”
“The wedding didn’t go through. The marriage license isn’t signed.” She gets to her knees and crawls over to him, placing her hand on his back. “Baby, I understood why you were committed to her before, but you don’t have to do this now. We can be together.”
He snatches away from her and climbs to his feet. Bending, he picks up his boxers off the ground and steps into them before pulling them up.
