"This." She spread her hands to motion around the room. "I can't do this."
"Do what, fuck me?" he asked and she nodded yes. "So let me guess, you're gonna disown my dick to run back to that loser ass dickless husband of yours?" she wasn't sure if this was a question or just a sarcastic remark. Again, she nodded and he chuckled. "Well let me fuck you one last time then yo can go be happy with your nigga."
"I can't do it Rahim. I'm sorry."
"So, you gone let all of this dick go?" Rahim dropped his towel and his third leg stood at attention. He had never been this hard for Hannah but tonight was a challenging situation. Rahim loved a good challenge. "All this dick that touches every part of your insides and makes that pussy cum like a waterfall is just gonna go to the next bitch. Suit yourself." Rahim shrugged, walking away from her. He headed into the next room so Hannah jumped to her feet to give him a piece of her mind. Shewalked into the room just in time to catch his legs in the air from a perfect dive. When he came back up, his body glistened under the light covered in oil. He took a few steps into the shallow end that only covered knees. He took his dick into his hand and began stroking it watching Hannah. Her pussy instantly got wet. He was stroking it with so much sex appeal and the way it fit in his hand so perfectly, made her mouth water. She wanted to fuck it. Suck it. Do things to this man's dick she has never experienced. Unable to resist, Hannah bit into her lip and stepped out of her clothing one piece at a time. She then walked slowly into the oil towards him; never taking her eyes off him. The moment she reached him, he spun her around and slid into her from behind. Again, everything she thought she would say and run along went out the window. Once again, she was caught in that damn Kingly web of lust, love and demise. Tonight, Rahim would have no mercy on her pussy since she wanted to run back to her useless husband of hers. He was gonna send her back walking bowlegged. No one, and he meant no one stood a chance against a Kingly at their own recognizance.
17
NORAH
"I'm just getting tired of you going MIA on me." Tasim spoke with frustration. He was unmoved by Norah's presence and Norah could tell. For the first time he didn't try to fuck her. He didn't even touch her for that matter. She did consider giving him some pussy one last time but the thought of her plan played tug-of-war with the itch between her legs.
"I know but Tasim, it's just too much. Too much over thinking. Too many rumors. You Kingly men are players, gangsters and a fucking lesson. I'm falling in love with you but I'm not trying to fall victim of loving your lifestyle."
"Ain't no lifestyle."
"Oh, there's a lifestyle. I'm not dumb. I see what goes on around here. I see women downstairs gambling then I see those same women roaming the hallways. I'm sure you’ve fucked a few. I mean look around us." Norah motioned with her finger. "All this shit was here before I came. Nigga somebody was getting fucked." She held up a bottle of Baccarat Rouge body oil. "Baccarat oil my nigga."
"I had my share of women Nor, wasn't shit like that. Lay down ma." he was unmoved by her accusations. Yes, he did him with countless women but that wasn't her business. Especially after her disappearing for a second time. Keep it real, he had only fucked around twice with contestant winners since she had been gone. He just wasn't feeling it. Before Nor was another question but again that wasn't her business. It was before her time.
"I know you been fucking off since I been gone but its coo." Norah dropped the bottle and went to lay down beside him. Him not replying told her it was true but because she was here for one thing and one thing only, she didn't sweat it. Him going to sleep was perfect. This was exactly what she needed so she could sneak out and roam the facility. Tonight, Tasim would meet his fate. After what Mama told her and piecing together things of her own, she wanted to end the Kingly Dynasty and if she didn't succeed, she would definitely hurt their hearts. Tasim being dead would put a strain on their Dynasty and this was the revenge she needed.
He let multiple men come inside and have their way with me.
Norah laid deep in thoughts. She had been waiting an hour for Tasim to fall asleep and finally she heard light snoring. One thing about Tasim, when he slept, he slept hard. He didn't bother budging when Norah slid from underneath him and stood to her feet. She watched him for a moment to make sure he wouldn't stir and he never moved. She headed out of the door and the moment she stepped into the hallways she looked down at her watch. It was nearly 4am so the entire place was quiet and eerie. These were the normal times the facility wasn't at an uproar. However, the zombies as Norah called them roamed, stalked and celebrated throughout the establishment but in whispers.
She headed down the hall and opened the first door she had seen. The room was dim, and it reeked of cigars and old man cologne. She noticed a few men sitting at a table holding a set of cards. They looked like they hadn't slept in days while they played an intense game of poker. She quickly closed the door and headed down to the next door. When she turned the knob, it was locked so she moved on to the next room. From up the hall she counted about seven more doors and she tried every last one. Either they were locked, too dark to see inside or someone was being slutted out. When she came to the last door, she paused because she could hear music seeping from underneath. The bass rumbled the door indicating a party or some sort.
I knew this girl named Nikki
I guess you could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said, "How'd you like to waste some time?"
And I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind
Norah twisted the knob and slowly cracked the door open. When she couldn't see too far into the room suspicion consumed her so she stepped further inside. From where she stood, she got a good glimpse of a stripper pole. She then noticed Tasim's sister twirling around the pole nude. Prince's "Darling Nikki" played loudly as she slid down to lay on her back then spread her legs. She began fingering her pussy to the gentlemen that sat front row and center. He tugged at his tie as if he was nervous but he wasn't nervous he was very intrigued. Shyim was very seductive so Norah stood frozen watching the show.
The man's eyes were glued to the stage as Shy moved with hypnotic grace, her body swaying to the rhythm like a living embodiment of seduction. Norah stood by the door, needing to leave but the intoxicating atmosphere found herself rooted to one spot. A small smile played on the man's lips, aware of the power Shy used to captivate her audience. The bitch had to be some sort of prostitute because she fingered her pussy and Norah was sure this was a complete stranger. Tasim never mentioned Shy being married and because the man was Caucasian Norah knew this definitely wasn't Shy's mate.
With one hand, Shy motioned with her finger for the man to come to her. Shy's tranquil expressionshattered as she sprang into action. He now stood in front of the stage and Shy walked over enticingly and placed a kiss on his lips holding him by his tie. Suddenly, a blade of steel flashed in the dim light. The man's eyes widened in shock as the blade sliced across his throat, a gurgling cry escaping his lips. The music still played; Shy's movements were a hypnotic blur as her face masked of calm. The man's body slumped, his eyes glassing over, as Shy stepped back with the knife dripping crimson. Norah clutched her mouth to keep from screaming then remembered she wasn't supposed to be here in the first place. She took short steps walking backwards until she backed herself into the door knob. She slid out as quickly as she could and ran down the hall, heart pounding in her chest. She quickly ran into Tasim's room and grabbed the duffle bag that held two-gallon water bottles Tasim had never seen her bring inside. She had them securely in a duffle bag so he was under the impression that she had brought a change of clothing.
With one last look at Tasim who looked peaceful, Norah released a single tear. In another life.
She thought, as she began pouring out one of the bottles near his bedside. Once the bottle was halfway emptied, she pulled out the match book and struck the match. She dropped it and instantly a flame had begun to grow widely. She ran out of the door and when the coast was clear she emptied the bottle by the door. She then dropped another match and grabbed the duffle bag. She walked at a steady pace pulling out the last bottle. Sheemptied it all the way to the elevator and again lit the match. Before stepping on the elevator, she looked down the hall. Dallas crossed her mind but something inside told her that Dallas was dead. She knew after this Mr. Kingly would probably send his troops because of course the entire place was being monitored. She would deal with that when the time came but she wasn't gonna go out without a fight. Dragon had plenty of troops with heavy artillery so if it was war, then so be it. She did this not only for Dallas, but for Mama and every woman that fell victim to the hands of a Kingly. There was no turning back now because Mama didn't raise a bitch!
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HANNAH
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