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Feeling her heart break with every second, she embraced him tightly. But he didn’t return the embrace. He stood motionless in her hold, neither embracing her nor pushing her off him.
“Tazeem, I’m sorry,” she whispered into his shoulder even as her tears began to fall. “I’m so sorry.”
He didn’t react, and that hurt more than expected. Even though just seconds before she’d feared his anger, that anger would’ve been much better than this blank silence. The weight of all her decisions and actions sunk in like an anchor, and she realized just how selfish she’d been.
Back then, when she’d decided to lie to Tazeem, all she’d been thinking about was protecting herself and their child. Not once had she considered Tazeem’s feelings or put herself in his shoes.
What if he’d done the same to her? What if he’d lied to her about their son’s death and then hidden him? She would probably have already killed him by now, and run away with their son to a country with no extradition laws. Even by letting her enter his home, he was being extremely generous. She certainly wouldn’t have been able to look at him without spitting in his face.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” she repeated on and on.
Maybe it was an attempt to display just how apologetic she was, or maybe it was because she wanted a reaction from him, but before she could stop herself, she cupped his jaw in her hands before lifting on tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered as she pressed several more soft pecks to his lips.
But even that wasn’t enough to reach him. He just stared down at her blankly.
She’d done this to him, and she needed to fix it somehow.
She had to fix him.
Fortunately, they had enough history that she knew all his buttons. When they were younger, there was only one thing that would get him to cool down whenever she did something to annoy him.
She let him go for a second so she could close the door and take off her shoes. Then she came back to pull him to the living room. Though it was still light outside, all his drapes were drawn making the spacious room dreary and shadowy. If it wasn’t for the TV that was on and playing some kind of detective show, she likely wouldn’t have been able to see past her feet. The space was somewhat neat but the coffee-table was littered with several empty beer cans.
Clearly, drinking was all Tazeem had been doing for the last three days.
Again, Chess put her arms around him. This time when she kissed him, she was more committed, more desperate, more passionate. She pressed, nipped, and licked. She sucked on his lower lip, begging him to allow her entry. But all he did was stand stiff as a statue, looking at her with those cold, blank eyes.
The longer he didn’t respond, the more desperate she got.
Her hand slid down his body, lingering over the firm muscles of his naked chest, down his taut stomach to rest on his pant’s drawstrings. Untangling the string was quick and soon, his pants dropped to the floor with only a soft flutter, leaving him as naked as God created him.
He was also limp, which was crazy given that he was the type that got hard even if she breathed in his direction.
As she separated her lips from his, she opened her eyes and met his gaze. There was now a hint of anger in his eyes. Good! She preferred anger to the unnerving, icy emptiness.
Keeping her gaze connected with his, she closed her hand around his length. Gently, she began to stroke. His jaw tightened and his lips thinned in obvious anger. Even without him saying a word, she could tell that he wanted her to stop.
She didn’t stop.
Up to the crown, she stroked, then down to the root she went… slowly, determinedly, repeatedly… over, and over, and over, until he began to react. Even then, she didn’t stop. She lowered her gaze to watch her hand travel over his steely, long, thick length.
How could something so solid be so hot?
A drop of fluid gathered at his crown. She swiped that fluid with her thumb and spread it over the spongy head.
“Agh!” he groaned. It was the first sound he’d made since she’d walked into his house, and it sent delight cruising through her.
Spurred on by that groan, she firmed her hand over him so she could work him better. Meanwhile, her lips met his again. And this time, he responded. Violently. Angrily. His hand came up to grab the back of her neck to the point where he was almost strangling her, then he slanted his mouth harder over hers and deepened the kiss.
His lips consumed hers in a fiery kiss. His tongue darted against hers like a spear that meant to stab at her heart in reprimand. Any control she had, he snatched forcefully, and with his kisses, he shoved her deeper into the fire.
Even though this was supposed to be an attempt at fixing him, she couldn’t help crowing in delight because of his ardent response. It was good to know that regardless of how furious he was, he still couldn’t resist her. Her lower tummy constricted in desire and her pussy became wetter in response to the force that was Tazeem. With a delighted moan, she let him kiss her as forcefully as he wanted.
Both his hands came around her body and dropped down to her ass. Seconds later, she was off her feet and wrapped around him. His continued possession of her mouth blanked her other senses to the point where she didn’t even notice that he was moving until he dropped her on the large sectional that dominated the room.
She tried to reach for his neck so she could drag him down for a kiss, but he swatted her arms away from him then abruptly flipped her over so she was on her stomach. Soon his hands were on the hem of her skirt, shoving the fabric up until it was above her waist.
