Page 6 of Love & Vendettas
The second floor of our home is our theater suite, office suite, entertainment room, the kids’ hangout, and other living areas.
Zaire sits up and lowers my legs. Within seconds, he glides into me, sliding home like he’d been waiting for this all night long. My legs wrap around his body, and he pulls them free.
Okay, he’s on this one this morning. The way he slams inside of me lets me know that he’s working out some demons. It doesn’t mean that he won’t make sure that I cum a second time. It just means that the aggression that’s built inside of him has to be worked out.
I recall the name that he said in his sleep last night, and when my eyes meet his, I know that he’s thinking about her too. I know that he realizes from the expression on my face that he said her name in his sleep.
The tufted headboard slams against the wall as he bares his teeth, flares his nostrils, and narrows his eyes. Zaire’s balls slam against my ass, and he’s tearing me up inside. I feel the pressure of what he’s doing all the way in my asshole.
I give in to the pressure building inside of me, and I cum all down his dick.
“That’s it, baby. Give me that sweet juice, Bayleigh,” he grunts.
Biting my bottom lip, I try to hold my scream inside, but Zaire shakes his head. “Don’t fucking hold back. Scream, baby. You can scream as loud as you want.”
And I do.
I scream until I’m sure the roof is about to blow off the house.
I’m screaming because he’s slamming inside of me so hard that it hurts, but it also feels so damn good.
I’m screaming because I feel his pain and the nightmare he is about to relive.
I’m screaming because he’s about to open the gates of hell and let his demons out against Essence Hamilton, and I have no idea what she’s done lately.
When he pulls out of me after he cums, he collapses beside me.
“What happened, baby?”
“She’s running for mayor, Bayleigh. That bitch is running for mayor.”
I gasp. “Do you think it’s a coincidence that she’s choosing now to do so?”
He turns and glares at me, and I see the gleam in his eyes that represents his pain and weakness.
“Fuck no.”
I wrap my arms around him and kiss his forehead.
My king buries his face in my chest, and I lie here holding him.
In time, I feel the dampness, and I know that he’s crying, but he doesn’t want me to see him cry. He’s not crying for what Essence Hamilton is doing to him right now. He’s crying for what she did to him in the past.
He’s crying about what she did to his mother, father, and siblings.
4 – ZAIRE – MAN IN THE MIRROR
THIRTY YEARS EARLIER
“Come on, Zay,” I hear a voice in the back room.
I step into the mostly dark house, looking for my dad.
“Nah, baby. Not tonight. I gotta go home.”
That’s my dad’s voice. Anger flows through me, but I know what it is. I don’t give a shit. I want him to know that I know. I continue to the back of the house.
“I’ll tell her where you were.”
