“Not going to happen,” I snarled.
“Fine. Fuck it. You handle it,” were his last word before he sauntered off, leaving me festering.
I didn’t need three weeks, not even three days. Cisero could play on her emotions because she let her guard down around him. She ran scared from me because she knew I could see her. I knew her. We were just a like.
Justice.
My eyes fluttered open. I was greeted by darkness, but I knew he was in the room. He brought heat and his scent—a combination of wind and water, sweet and salty and masculine—with him. His presence made the space feel stifling.
Ambien had me feeling groggy and heavy. Sluggish I turned over onto my back. I could feel him near though I couldn’t see him because the room was pitch-black.
I asked, “So you’ve come to take the pussy, Gabriel?”
He chuckled darkly and suddenly, I felt so helpless my hands shook. “No, I come to talk so we can come to an understanding, Justice. When have I ever taken anything from you?” He used that soothing tone he always used when he was about to make me do something I very well wanted to do, but didn’t want to want to do.
“We have nothing to talk about and you tried. That’s why your nose is crooked now.”
“Will you always throw that one time in my face? The mistake of an anxious boy trying to get in the pants of the girl he’d been wanting to touch ever since she walked into his house looking like a broken angel with a tilted halo. It seems a bit petty to continue to bring up when so many times after you’ve come undone in my mouth, on my fingers.”
“You manipulate me.”
“I touch you. All it ever took was a touch after the first time.”
I couldn’t even deny the truth. Gabriel knew how to unravel me with just a touch. Then he’d trained my body to be a slave to him. I brought my hands up in prayer position to plead with him to leave me alone. When I realized how pathetic that was, I dropped them. Gabriel wasn’t my God.
“If you make me do this you better sleep with your eyes open,” I said in a dead-serious tone.
He laughed. “How many times have you threatened me, Justice? A hundred? A thousand?”
“It’s not a threat, I promise you, Gabby—”
He cut me off. “You promise what, Justice? You’re going to let me play in your wet cunt until you’re satisfied then push me away or will you suck my dick as if my cum has the elixir of life in it, then run off to hide behind your precious Cisero, like a coward.“ He spit the words out like they were bitter in his mouth.
I flinched at the truth in his words, but still denied it. “Because I wouldn’t let you put your dick in me doesn’t mean I was hiding.”
“That’s exactly what it meant, but it’s okay. I understand you, Justice. You thought being mine meant you wouldn’t be able to be free. You can be both free and mine, Justice. You’ll see.”
His fingers feathered up my exposed thigh. “Don’t touch me, Gabriel, I mean it.” My throat was suddenly tight and dry, so I croaked the words.
He ignored me as his fingers continued their journey up my thigh.
I reached out to knock his hand away. He caught my wrist and brought my hand to his lips. He kissed all the fingers at once then sucked them into his mouth.
I fought off a moan as I snatched away and reached for the lamp on the nightstand. I found nothing but air.
“Where’s the lamp, Gabriel?” My voice shook
“You still afraid of the dark?”
I’d never been afraid of the dark. I told Cisero that, so he’d stay with me at night to keep his daddy and brother in their own beds. I was young, but I knew what lust looked like in a man’s eyes. Cisero was the safest bet when I first moved into their home.
I clucked my tongue. “No, I’m afraid of you in the dark.”
He showcased why I should be. The bed dipped from him sitting. “I know,” he said then chuckled before he leaned in and sucked both my nipple and the material of my gown into his warm mouth. Electricity shot through my body. I clenched my thighs to dull the ache. Fought against the arousal that was creeping up my spine.
“Please, Gabriel, stop,” I whined.
Without warning, in one fluid motion he maneuvered himself and suddenly his warm body was on top of me pinning me to the mattress, giving me no time to struggle. He did it so fast my heart rate didn’t even have time to spike.
Gripping both my wrist in one hand he brought them up above my head restraining me. Before I could protest, he kissed me and, in that moment, I realized I missed how his mouth felt, his taste. He always tasted like my salvation. I was trying to be indifferent though, so I didn’t kiss him back. I didn’t fight. I didn’t move a muscle. He continued kissing me, as if my participation didn’t matter. He fucked my mouth with his tongue, nasty and dirty just the way I liked.
Just when I was losing the battle against kissing him back, he pulled away, but his lips lingered against mine as he spoke. “That bullshit between you and Cisero, him being in your room with you only wearing a towel, it can’t happen again. I won’t be able to restrain myself from hurting him next time.” Then, he pressed his forehead against mine. Even through the darkness I could see his ice blue eyes. “I will no longer share your attention, Justice. I demand all of it. You’re mine. My wife, you’ll be the mother of my children. You’ll be my everything and I’ll be yours, forever and it’s legal and binding.”
I didn’t know why, maybe the drugs were wearing off or him mentioning Cisero triggered something in me, the gears in my brain suddenly started turning and I had an epiphany.
“You had Cisero trick me into marrying you.” In the back of my mind I thought Cisero was up to something. I should have thought instead of reacting.
He chuckled darkly. “It’s your fault for trusting him so easily. It’s poetic, Justice.” He sniggered at his own joke. “I didn’t think he’d pull it off.”
“Oh, you son of a bitch,” I yelled in his face knowing he hated it.
He exhaled heavily. “You’re testing my patience, Justice.”
I bucked my body trying to get from underneath him. He didn’t budge, but I continued twisting and turning. My hands remained suspended above my head in his vice grip.
He crept his free hand up my torso, stopping at my left breast. He massaged it, lifted it as if testing his weight, then he was grabbing my nipple and pinching it. My body stilled.
“Okay I’m sorry,” I said. “I understand why you…” I was prepared to lie to get him off me.
I understood nothing about Gabriel other than he wanted me and seemed to be willing to do anything for me. It had been that way since the first week I arrived in his house. He’d given me the phone to contact my sister when everybody else was telling me to forget her.
I did know thing about him though, and knew tugs, pinches, and bites meant he was about to try his best to break me, make me beg him to fuck me. He kneed my legs apart. My short silk gown rode up on my waist. My panties were still on, but he didn’t let that stop him. His finger snaked under the fabric, while he ground his dick into my thigh.
I hissed on contact. He used his thumb and made slow, small circles on my clit.
I closed my eyes and told myself he disgusted me. I really wanted to believe he did, but I really didn’t want him to stop touching me. I was so turned on, I was shaking.
“Calm down, Justice. I’m not going to fuck you with drugs in your system, I’m just going to retrain your body to crave me, like it used to. When I fuck you and put my babies in you, I want you to feel every inch of me stretching you, claiming you,” he said possessively as he pushed his fingers into my pussy. In and out, in and out, he finger-fucked me, while biting into the flesh on my neck, breast and cleavage. He knew exactly what to do to turn me on. My skin burned. I panted, moaned and writhed underneath him. What he was doing to me was un- fucking- nerving and ominous because he didn’t make a sound. That was so unlike Gabriel. He was the demanding type. Before when we fooled ar
ound, he would instruct me. Touch me here… cum for me…don’t cum yet.
Instinctively, I understood he was trying to send me into sensory overload. My anxiety, my fear, the darkness. All of it combined. heightened the sensation of his fingers in me. All I could do was feel.
I was so lost in pleasure that when he finally spoke, I jumped. “This pussy still so tight.” He pushed deeper. “You’re still a virgin.” It wasn’t a question it was a statement. He knew, but asked again, this time expecting an answer. “Are you?” When I didn’t answer he removed his fingers then spanked my pussy once then twice. I whimpered; my thighs became saturated juices. “Answer me, Justice.”
My heart was beating like a bass drum. I knew when I answered him, I’d seal my fate. He’d think I saved myself for him when I was just scared of intimacy and losing anyone again. I dodged any man who I feared would matter to me. Many times, I’d thought about just picking a stranger and fucking them, but that didn’t sit right with me.
“Yes,” I muttered reluctantly, knowing he would ride me until I answered him.
“Shit.” He slid his fingers out of me and up between my folds before he pushed them back into me. “Knowing that makes me want to shove my cock in you even more now. I’ll be the first, the only, and the last to be inside you.” He sounded as if the thought alone was enough to make him cum. His dick jerked against my thigh. “I can’t cum like this and I need to cum before I sink my dick into you. If I do, with the state I’m in, I won’t be able to be gentle. I’m too angry.”
In one swift motion he maneuvered us so we lay back to chest, in spoon position, one of his arms was wrapped tightly around my waist, preventing me from moving. He got a hold of my panties and tore them from my body.
He pushed his dick between my thighs and the folds of my pussy. My heart paused when I thought he would enter me. But he didn’t, his dick stayed trapped between my thighs, he started thrusting his hips, every stroke rubbed against my clit strumming something inside of me, making me want to sing, cry out, confess. Using his other hand, he guided my hip, so I met him thrust for thrust. His breath hitched. I felt his abdomen contract. I gripped the sweat slicked sheets. I could feel my orgasm creeping up my spine. He grunted. I moaned as he slid one hand around to massage my bud. My hips bucked. He used his other hand to roll my nipples between his finger, the sharp pain caused me to cry out.” Please!” He applied pressure, massaging my clit in tiny urgent circles and I couldn’t help myself. “Gabrielle,” I called out his name as I came.
He body tensed, he groaned deep in his throat like he was in pain then came, covering my pussy with his cum. He kept pumping as he rubbed his essence into my skin.
I was exhausted, depleted. My eyes lulled shut.
I was almost positive I was having a lucid dream when I heard Gabriel say, “I love you, Justice. With every fucking fiber of my being. Have since that first day.” He whispered against my ear. “I know you love me too. I don’t care if you never say it or how broken or angry or crazy you are. I’ll love you regardless. In darkness or in light.”
I felt the wall I’d erected between us crumbling. Then I felt him lift my hand…I woke up and he was gone, but I felt the weight of the ring I thought I’d dreamt of— on my finger before I saw it. I was almost afraid to look and when I did my breath caught in my chest. It was a radiant blue teardrop cut diamond on a simple silver band. Clear as a raindrop and I immediately knew that was what it was meant to be. I hated Gabriel for giving it to me. I had never had silly dreams of marriage, kids or a happily ever after because I knew those things were unattainable for me but looking at his ring made me think they were all possible. At that moment, I wanted them. I wanted to be his wife, the mother of his children. I also wanted to take the ring off and throw it out the window, but I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.
Gabriel always had an uncanny knack at giving me the perfect gifts, like the phone to talk to my sister. When he found out I liked the rain he brought me a machine that simulates the sound so I could sleep and then there was the fact that I found fifty thousand in cash stuffed in my bag after I left his family house. Attached to it was a note: Soar but stay grounded. I’m cutting my heart out and storing it away for now. Because that’s what will keep you safe, but we’ll meet again and next time there’ll be nothing or no one for you to hide behind.
Remembering his words made me want to cry. I got up from bed. Still covered in Gabriel’s cum. My gown was still on and what remained of my panties was around my waist. I pulled everything off, dropped them to the floor, then made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and got in, leaned into the spray and savored the feel of the water cascading down my skin.
I closed my eyes and rested my head against the tile wall and let pent up emotions go. When the water turned cold, I got out and dried off. I threw on a sun dress. I locked my bedroom door. Took a pic of the ring on my finger. Sent it to Lovie then climbed back in bed and closed my eyes. I was feeling too open to face anybody.
Justice
Three days passed without me leaving the room or even noticing time passing. I was in my own world. I felt uneven. Like I wasn’t myself. I didn’t even want to sing or text Lovie. I ignored Cisero and Gabriel. I was trying to come to grips with what I was feeling. I couldn’t put it in words, but I felt like I was missing something and that it was right at my fingertips, but I couldn’t grasp it. My empty stomach broke me out of my haze. Even then I stayed in bed.
When I finally did venture out of my old room barefoot, wearing only a light sundress, it was early morning on the fourth day. I followed the smell of bacon to the kitchen. I found Cisero and Gabriel sitting next to each other at the huge kitchen table that I couldn’t ever remember them using before. Their mother said some bullshit about staff eating in the kitchen and family in the dining room. Everything had been upgraded since I’d left, stainless steel appliances, black marble. Everything was modern and sleek.
Both men paused in the middle of shoveling food into their mouth. Gabriel eyes immediately ventured to my finger. Where his ring still resided, I couldn’t bring myself to take it off. He bit into his lip and gave me a look that made me exhale. I snatched my hand behind my back.
He frowned and shook his head. “Good morning, Mrs. Charles. Nice of you to finally join the living.” Gabriel spoke factiously, letting me know verbally he didn’t like my reaction.
Cisero snorted. I narrowed my eyes in his direction. He wouldn’t look at me. But I knew how to get his attention.
“Good morning, Husband,” I said.
Cisero’s head rose, our eyes connected. I smirked. He frowned.
He and his brother looked so much alike, had the same mannerism, but they were so different.
“Good morning, Cisero.” I dragged out his name, hoping he understood that I knew what he’d done and that I was angry.
Gabriel was right, I had to stop being trusting of him, but it was hard. He was the person I leaned on for so long. I turned my attention to Gabriel. He watched me with narrowed eyes.
I pasted a smile on my face. “What’s for breakfast?” I asked.
Gabriel got up and fixed my plate. On my plate was a cheese omelet, home fries with bacon and waffles with honey, everything exactly how I liked it. I wondered who was cooking and cleaning since they had either let the staff go because they couldn’t afford them or because they didn’t want them to interfere in my kidnapping.
He placed my plate in front of me then pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Eat,” he ordered.
Then he returned to his plate. Once he sat, we started a staring contest. I couldn’t look away. I was trying to figure out how to broach the subject of what he’d said to me. A part of me still wasn’t sure his words weren’t something I had dreamed.
Cisero cleared his throat breaking the connection. “You two obviously haven’t fuck yet. What’s the hold up?” he asked then smirked.
Gabriel turned his head away from me to glare at Cisero. “Mind your fucking business.
”
Cisero sneered. “This is my business. It takes two weeks for pregnancy to show on test results, we have six weeks before everything blows up in our fucking faces, and she spent three of those days zoned the fuck out.”
The more Cisero talked, the louder he got until Gabriel was screaming back at him. My ears were buzzing, and my brain felt tight. I reached up and tried to massage the tension away with the palm of my hand
They kept talking, discussing me like I wasn’t there, like they ruled me or could make decisions for me. My head was spinning. The anger that had been there since they’d brought me back to that place boiled over. Every time they opened their mouths, I got angrier. My composure shattered into a million pieces.
I removed the steak knife from my plate before I reared back and knocked everything in front of me from the table, it crashed to the floor. My knuckles went white from gripping the knife so hard.
My adrenaline spiked, and suddenly, I felt like I was in a car that was going a hundred miles-per hours and it was about to slam into a brick wall, and I didn’t care.
Both their heads snapped in my direction.
I pointed the knife at them. I felt crazed and mindless. My hands trembled.
Both stared at me wide eyed.
“Put the knife down,” one of them said, I’m not even sure which. I slammed my free hand against the table. “Shut the fuck up! I’m so fucking tired of you two.
“Are you crazy?”
“Shut the fuck up, Cisero.” Gabriel yelled at him, then he stood and took a step in my direction. “Calm down, Justice.” He tried to make his voice sound soothing and calm, but it was anything but. He was worried.
“Sit your ass down.” I raised and pressed the knife I was holding to my neck.
I felt manic, like whether I slit my own throat, or ran ten miles, or ate ice cream really didn’t matter.
A hurricane of thoughts swirled through my mind. The main one was giving them what they wanted and getting back to my life. It didn’t matter which gave me the baby.
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