Page 24 of Addicted

“There’s your shit.”

Her head jerked toward me, confusion written all over her face. “What shit?”

“Clothes. Purses. Shoes.”

She stood up and walked over to one of the boxes, opening it slowly. I watched as her face transformed from confusion to shock.

“This is from my condo,” she said, her voice rising. “You had someone go inside my house and pack my shit?”

She spun around to face me, her eyes blazing with fury.

“How long are you planning to keep me here, nigga?!”

I stared at her, my expression calm.

“I already told you,” I said. “As. Long. As. I. Want. You.”

Something inside her snapped.

I saw it happening. The rage building in her eyes, the way her body tensed, the way her fists clenched at her sides. Then she rushed me.

She came at me fast, her fists flying, trying to hit me, scratch me, hurt me in any way she could. I overpowered her easily, grabbing her wrists and pinning her arms at her sides.

“Calm the fuck down, Indigo,” I said, my voice low and dangerous.

Her eyes went wide at the sound of her full name.

“Fuck you!” she screamed, struggling against my grip.

I smirked.

“You bout to.”

I unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down her legs while she rained her fists down on my shoulders and back. I ignored the hits because they didn’t hurt, just annoyed me. I tossed her down on the couch.

I ripped her panties off, the fabric tearing in my hands, and freed my dick from my pants. I slammed inside her, and she gasped, her nails piercing my back, scratching me up as I fucked her hard and deep.

She kept talking shit, cussing me out, calling me every name in the book. And I kept fucking her until the shit talking turned into moaning. Then begging.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she whimpered, her body trembling beneath me.

I taunted her, my voice low in her ear.

“That’s right. Come on this dick.”

She did. Her pussy clenched around me, her back arching, her nails digging deeper into my skin.

I kept going, chasing my own release, until I finally pulled out and came on the hardwood floor, my dick pulsing as I released.

I stared down at my uncovered dick, the realization hitting me like a freight train. I’d just fucked her without a condom.

I never did that. Never.

Indie was dangerous.

She was fucking my head up, making me do shit I didn’t do, breaking rules I’d set for myself years ago. But even as I thought it, I knew I wasn’t about to give her up.

Not yet.