💕Your worth loving💕 A twisted paradize. Amiyah scott and Chris Brown story Bxb

Inner demons part 2

The bullet hit the wall next to the boy’s head. He dropped to the floor, screamin’.

“HOW MUCH?!” Zeus yelled.

“He’s four K short!” I shouted, shoving him back with both hands. “He miscalculated, that’s all!”

I crouched down, checkin’ on the boy. “Go downstairs. Nico and Mayhem gon’ dock you. And this time? Sixty a bag. You heard me?”

The kid nodded, eyes wide, and scrambled out of the office.

Silence.

And then—

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I hissed, grabbin’ a heavy-ass glass ashtray and throwin’ it across the room. It shattered near the door.

“You throwin’ shit at me now?” Zeus barked.

“You almost killed that boy over a math error!”

“He wanna act grown, he get treated grown. Ain’t no passes in this life.”

“Oh, you sound real familiar right now. Damn near Charles Jr.”

Everything stopped.

His eyes snapped to me, and the silence hit louder than the gunshot.

“What you just say?”

“You heard me,” I said, standin’ tall. “You actin’ just like him.”

He moved. Fast.

One second I was at the desk, the next I was pressed against it with Zeus in my face, heat rollin’ off him in waves.

“You really think I’m like that muthafucka?”he pull his hoodie off.

“If the temper fits—”

His lips crashed into mine.

Rough. Demanding. Like he was tryin’ to punish the thought right outta my mouth. I gasped, hands hittin’ his chest, but I didn’t push.

I kissed him back.

Hard.

His hands gripped my ass, liftin’ me onto the desk. My hoodie was off in one motion. Bra next. His mouth trailed down my neck to my collarbone, then my chest, biting as he went.

“Z-Zeus—” I breathed, but he didn’t give me room to speak.

“You talk too fuckin’ much,” he growled against my skin, kissin’ lower.

He dropped to his knees in front of the desk, pullin’ my sweats and panties down in one swipe.

Then he kissed my scars.

Slow. Gentle. Reverent.

One after the other.

Then—he tasted me.

His mouth locked on my clit and I screamed, my back arching so hard I nearly slid off the damn desk.

“Oh my—fuuuck......Zeus this. ......not ahhh!!!!!

He sucked with rhythm, tongue flickin’ just right, fingers diggin’ into my thighs to keep me still. I moaned so loud I was sure the hallway heard.

“Zeus, I—I’m gonna—”

“Cum,” he commanded, suckin’ harder.

I came.

Hard.

Soaked the whole desk.

My legs were trembling as he stood up, pulled off his shirt, dropping his sweats as my eyes widen looking down at his member he rolled a condom on without lookin’ away.

" Breathe ." His voice gravel.

“Ok,” I whispered.

He pushed inside me in one long stroke. I gasped—he was thick, deep, and perfect.

He started slow, but it didn’t stay that way.

“Open up for me,” he growled, pushin’ my legs back further.

Each thrust hit deeper than the last, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the walls. His chain bounced against my chest. I was moaning, crying out, gripping the desk for dear life.

Then he flipped me.

Bendin’ me over the desk, he slammed into me from behind, one hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping my waist like he owned me.

“You feel that?” he groaned, slappin’ my ass.

“Yes—fuck—Zeus!”

He flipped me again, straddling me now, my legs wrapped around his waist.

He kissed me this time—deep. Slow. Like we had all the time in the world while he fucked me like we didn’t.

“You mine,” he whispered.

I came again, loud, shaking, soaking the desk a second time. My body went limp, my vision blurried.

He kissed my face, my chest, my lips.

Then he pulled out, breath heavy, tossed the condom, and lifted me into his arms.

“Z-Zeus…” I whispered, still dazed.

“Shhh,” he kissed my shoulder. “Sleep. I got you.”

He laid me gently on the bed across the room, covered me with a blanket, and kissed my forehead.

I closed my eyes, still not fully understandin’ what just happened.

All I knew was I didn’t want it to end.

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