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KENDRICK "XL" PATTON
Zahra’s eyes softened, and she gently guided me to lay my head on her lap. “I’m so sorry this happened to you. Come here. It’s been a day, and you need to rest.”
I hesitated for a moment before giving in. The smooth velvet fabric of her dress felt like heaven against my skin. As I lay on her lap, her nurturing fingertips began to stroke my waves soothingly. Every beat of my heart reminded me of the fractures in my soul. The splinters had spread through me like a virus, but Zahra was the antidote. Her gentle touch was calming, providing solace to my tattered nerves. Despite the anger and mayhem bottled up inside me, something about her presence brought me a measure of peace I didn’t think I’d be able to feel given the circumstances. She grounded me, and I didn’t know what I’d do without her. I sat up slowly, wanting to look at her right side up. She shied away from my gaze.
“Look at me,” I commanded. It was gentle but carried an edge that made her spine straighten.
Our eyes locked, and I saw raw and unmasked hunger behind her eyes. It also stirred something primal in me, a dark craving that twisted in my belly with a life of its own.
“XL…” she started, the words tangling with the knots of desire and fear bouncing around inside us both.
“Shh,” I hushed her with a finger against her lips. “Don’t.”
“We shouldn’t. Not when you’re feeling this bad,” she whispered, the truth of the matter laced with a yearning she couldn’t conceal.
Her innocent words didn’t match the savagery in her eyes. It drew me in like a moth to a flame, knowing full well the danger of the burn. “Bad doesn’t even scratch the mothafuckin’ surface,” I replied, my voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones. “When I’m like this, I’m a niggas worst kind of nightmare.”
“You say that like I should be afraid,” she said, recklessly moving closer.
Her eyes darkened. The awful promise within them sent an icy chill down my spine, even with all the heat between us.
“Zahra, I’ll break you. You know that, right?” My hands cupped her face, thumbs brushing her soft cheeks with a tenderness that made me almost forget my threat.
“What if I’m already broken?” she countered, her breath hitching as my gaze bore into hers. The terrible beauty of her stormy brown eyes held me captive, and I leaned into her without hesitation.
“Not by me,” I replied. There was a challenge in my tone, a dare that I found impossible not to wager.
“Not yet,” she breathed, sealing her fate with those two simple words.
Because despite every rational thought, every whisper of self-preservation when it came to my heart, I knew she craved the destruction I promised, the annihilation of her pussy only I could deliver.
“Fuck,” I muttered, and for a moment, I felt the conflict between my heart and my head before my expression settled into a mask of hardened resolve. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
“Then show me,” she challenged, closing the gap between us until our bodies aligned in a perfect, dangerous harmony.
My lips crashed against hers, a collision of need and inevitability, and the world disappeared. It was just us, broken pieces finding solace, a storm of passion threatening to sweep us both under.
“Remember you asked for this,” I growled against her mouth as my hands gripped her hips with a possessiveness that left no room for doubt.
Zahra was mine in this life and the next.
“Remember I said yes,” she shot back.
The last fragment of my restraint crumbled to dust. This was it. This was real. There was no going back once we crossed the line. And nothing would ever be the same between us again.
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