She kneels there, clad only in a thong, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.
“I heard about your little party,” I say, sarcasm dripping from my voice as I edge closer, Glock concealed behind my back.
The woman glances over her shoulder. “What’s with all the fat girls at this party? Wrong room. Buffets on the first floor,” she sneers.
I draw the muzzled Glock from behind my back.
“Are you shaming me because of my fat ass, thick thighs, and soft tummy?” I snap back.
Nico’s gaze burns into me.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she demands.
The woman whips her wide blue eyes toward Nico. “Get that fat bitch!”
I pull the trigger.
Pip.
The bullet slams into her arm.
“Ah,” she screams.
The booming music downstairs vibrates through me, drowning out her cries.
Tears trail down her cheeks. I slowly crouch beside her, holding the gun just under her chin.
“Painting the walls and ceiling with your brains will warm my heart.”
Strong arms wrap around me, hauling me to my feet.
“Serenity, baby, you’ve punished her enough… for now.”
He lifts me into his embrace. My dress rides up as I hook my legs around his torso.
At some point, he tucked his dick away.
“Fat shaming people is fucked up, Fefe. I didn’t like what you said to Jenny. And I knew my woman would punish you.” He winks as he pries the Glock from my hand.
“You lured me here?”
“To punish those deserving, Princess.”
He bites the side of my neck, and my fingers slip through the back of his hair, at the same time my pussy clenches. I love his mouth on me.
“Nico, you could’ve told me you wanted to fuck.”
He nips at my chin. The desire in his whiskey-colored eyes eats at my soul.
“Tell me this doesn’t turn you on more?”
I wish I could slam my thighs shut so the truth isn’t revealed.
“Princess, we’ve been together for years. I know how to make you wet for this dick.”
His fingers find my slick folds.
“Fuck,” I moan.
