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“I love games,” Izel says a moment before biting down on my neck.

Thrusting up into her, we lose ourselves again. And I can’t think of a single last time I was this obsessed with being inside a girl.

15

Zion

I’mbarelyawakewhenI feel Izel jump from the bed as she says, “Oh no,” over and over again. And though I believe she thinks she’s being quiet, she’s not. It’s not until she slams the door that I finally open my eyes. I immediately search for what she would be stomping around about and what has her panties in a bunch. I don’t see anything out of place, so I don’t understand what has her freaking out.

“Oh noooo,” Izel just about yells from the bathroom as the shower begins to run. Rolling my eyes, I finally decide to get up and ask her what the issue is. It’s not until I throw the blanket off that I notice the large blood stain on the gray bed sheets.

Last night after the fourth round, Izel finally shoved me to the side and told me I broke her vagina. She was laughing when she said it, so I didn’t think anything was wrong. But as my eyes take in the large amount of blood seeping into my mattress. I’m freaking out.

My feet smack against the hardwood floor. Slamming the door open my eyes lock on Izel who is standing in the shower looking at me.

“Why are you storming in here like I just kicked your cat?” she asks as she starts washing her body with my loofah.

Shutting the door with my foot, I waste no time closing the distance between us. Stepping into the shower, I hiss the moment the boiling hot water connects with my skin.

“Jesus fuck, woman,” I growl, shoving my body into the corner where the water barely reaches me. “Why the fuck is it so hot?”

Izel laughs but doesn’t bother answering me, just continues to wash her body as though she’s not practicing burning in hell or that she wasn’t bleed–

“You’re hurt,” I blurt out.

“What are you talking about?” she questions, rinsing her body off. Before I can say anything else, her face drops, suddenly realizing what I’m talking about. “I’m sorry about that,” she mutters shyly looking away.

“Are you okay?” I ask, which sounds dumb the moment she laughs and says, “Besides the cramps, my uterus literally attacking itself and the cravings for all bad things, I’m good.”

Of course. She started her period, and now I feel like a child not knowing anything about female anatomy.It seems all logical goes out the window when it comes to Izel.

“Sorry to make you uncomfortable,” she whispers, turning her body away from me. Bracing myself for the devil’s water, I grab her arm and pull her to my chest.

Izel squeals, bracing her hands against my chest.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable, I just….” I trail off, unsure of what to say. Thought that what? She got hurt while lying in bed next to me? I’m a light sleeper, have to be. So, thinking of it now sounds stupid.

“Thought I got hurt or something?” she asks, wrapping her arms around my waist.

“It sounds dumb now,” I mutter, resting my chin against the top of her head. Even with the height difference I have to lean a little bit.

“I don’t think it’s dumb, it just means you care.”

“I do care.”

“You don’t know me,” she says, trying to step back. “And I don’t mean the things I like, or what I don’t like. I’m talking about the important things.”

“Tell me.” Reaching for her, I can’t stand not touching her.

Izel shakes her head, as if it physically pains her to think about what she wants to say. Giving her a minute, I wait for her to decide what to say and when she doesn’t say anything I finally kneel so we’re at eye level. Tears glisten in her eyes, and her face flushes red. She shakes her head, refusing to look at me.

“I don’t want to force you,” I tell her. Gripping her chin, I make her look directly at me. “I’m here, a man on my knees, asking you to tell me. Tell me what you’re running from, who you’re running from. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

“They’re bad people, Zion,” she whispers.

“Red, in case you haven’t noticed I’m bad too. I’ve killed people. I’m a killer, Izel, and whoever is after you will have to go through me.”

“I don’t want them to hurt you.”