Page 113 of Serenity
Dropping his gaze to my exposed nipples, he took one into his mouth and bit down. The erotic sensation of his teeth, paired with my barbell ring, caused me to cry out both in pleasure and pain.
“Mmmh,” he groaned along with me before switching sides.
Slipping under the covers, his hand crept between my thighs. Two fingers slid inside. He tapped and stirred the softest part of my walls before slowly sliding them out. I watched as he licked them clean, savoring my flavor. I hated that he was leaving.
“Be good,” he urged, kissing my lips.
“I’m always good.”
He shot me a look but said nothing as he stalked out of the room. The opening and closing of the front door informed me he’d left. Glued to the bed, I didn’t move until the very moment.
My irritation rose with the sun. It could have been Duke’s cautioning me, or it could have been recent events. Hell, it could have been a compounding of all three. Without question, I was irked.
Myaquanna Stepford was swiftly becoming a constant source of my vexation. After Duke revealed how she’d threatened to release his sex tapes unless he gave her a lump sum of money, I knew I shouldn’t have allowed her in my yoga classes anymore. His advice wasn’t needed to that end. A few weeks ago, I’d phoned the spa concierge and head of security to inform them she couldn’t be allowed back on the premises.
Mya was a tyrant who needed to be crushed. A pestilential ass bug buzzing around what was now mine. After Duke left to meet with his attorney, I spent the remainder of my morning ruminating on how toxic she’d actually been. For weeks, I studied her in my class, making note of her moves and how she carried herself, realizing her entire exterior was fraudulent. Bitches like her didn’t need somatic release. Bitches like her needed humbling.
The bitch was holding fast to Duke’s name. Her hands were fastened to his pockets. Pockets that, if we ever decided to put marriage on the table, she’d forever have access to. Despite her infidelity, she’d indefinitely be taken care of.
Adding to that, she’d robbed him of his vitality. Duke made the decision not to have children because of her infidelity.
The laundry list of shit she’d accumulated didn’t stop there. Issuing threats. Attempting to extort him? Showing up to my class? That had been her fatal flaw
The nerve. The gall of this woman. It grated the last of my patience. Now, she was materializing yet again in my nigga’s dreams. It would be the nail in the coffin she’d expertly procured for herself.
I knew Duke was warning me to stay away for good reason, but the more I considered everything she’d done to him, the less restraint I possessed. Without delay and punctuated steps, my bones rose. Absently, I dragged a shirt—Duke’s shirt— over my head and slid into his sweatpants. Tying the strings as if they’d stolen from me, I groaned. Before heading out the door, I grabbed my purse and crossed it over my body.
Beyond the typical tranquility of my emotional powerhouse, a fiery rage dwelled. I wasn’t angry. I was mad as hell.
I wanted her gone. Needed her out the way. Crushed to smithereens. An afterthought. Burned to a crisp like Duke had burned those damn tapes.
Mercilessly, I banged against the front door of her condo on the floor below Duke’s penthouse. The address was easily acquired through the utilization of the spa’s records. Exasperated, I was. Even this fancy-ass condo was paid for courtesy of my man. My anger doubled at the fact.
Open this door, bitch.
Flat against the steel surface, my hand hit the door. Patience was fleeting. Anger was teeming.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Open up, bitch.
Light thuds could be heard across the floorboards before the door was unlocked and finally opened. Rapid and rampant, my heart raced.
She didn’t answer.
He did.
A man who had to have stood over six feet. He was fine as hell, too. Not finer than Duke, but still… Damn.
“Um. Is Mya here?”
“Mya!” From the door, the striking man called out to her. He was the same nigga I’d seen her clinging to in the lobby that day. I hadn’t gotten the chance to see his face, but today, it was in full view. His left hand housed the presence of a ring.
Mya came into the doorway as he stepped away, disappearing into one of the backrooms.
“Serenity, what a pleasure. What brings you?”
The fake ass greeting she issued caused my armpits to grow hot.