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“You know,” Carter shifted uncomfortably. “About never seeing me.”
Mileena sat up in bed and looked at Carter, because he really was clueless. It was so much more than that. It was that she felt their relationship slipping away and he wasn’t noticing it. It was that she couldn’t be sure that she could trust him when he was away, which was all the time. It was that she wasn’t sure whether she could leave him anyway despite how torn she was. And it was that she loved him in spite of it all. But if she said all the things that she had on her mind; it would take them down a road that would take them places that she was unprepared to go. So, she said nothing.
Mileena kissed him on the cheek. “I know that there was a lot going on with Rain getting shot, but now that it’s over, I know you’ll have some more time to spend with me,” Mileena said, and Carter knew that this was not the time to tell her that Rain made him her consigliere. So, he replied with a kiss that he hoped told Mileena that he wanted to, with all his heart he wanted to spend more time with her.
Weak was the word to describe how she felt for him. Mileena felt like she was held captive by whatever it was that he had on her and that made her incapable of doing anything but love him.
She was angry, so angry at him that it made her head hurt. But as soon as he got home and said, I’m gonna try to do better, Mileena was like putty, and no longer strong enough to tell him all the things she felt.
He kissed her in that spot behind her ear right before he whispered what he planned to do to her. “Let me love all your pain away.” He kissed her hand. “I’ve wanted to be inside you all day.” Carter leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “And when I saw you earlier in that dress, it made me so hard for you that all I wanted to do was love you,” he said, and their lips met.
Their kissing was long and filled with the passion that they had for one another. Carter loved her and Mileena knew it. Love, passion and desire were never the problem. And she loved Carter, loved to be loved by Carter, because no other man would do. She realized that this was the treatment she needed and wanted, the type of treatment that made her feel special and cherished in a time when she was starting to feel like it was disappearing before her eyes, like all the words he said to get her back, were just lies.
Mileena’s kiss was intense, passionate, and she gave everything she had to him. Tomorrow she would worry about what to do with him and their relationship; for now, she would let him love on her in the way only he was capable of. There was to be no foreplay, no other sucks or licks, she didn’t need it anyway.
I am always so wet for him, Mileena thought as she watched him remove his clothes. Carter would enter her in a hard thrust, she will cry out from the sheer pleasure of it, and that is how I like it.
As Mileena spread her legs and Carter moved between her thighs, she knew there would be plenty of licking, sucking and caressing later, but right then, she needed to feel him; feel all the passion that her man had for her.
“Yes!” Mileena cried out as Carter damn near pinned her legs behind her ears and entered her with force.
The thickness of him combined with his length touched every nerve ending, making her feel like the pleasure radiated from him into her entire body. Each of his hard, deep thrusts made her toes curl and each retreat made her breathe out for more.
“Please, don’t stop,” she pleaded and waited for him to slam it in her again. And when he did, it was punctuated by his tightly set jaw and the burning look he gave her. The only sign that her wet heat affected him at all was when she started to rock back, and his eyes shut, but only momentarily. He was determined to break her back.
And he did.
As the thrusting sped up and the two of them started whispering words of love to each other, the impending explosion she felt from the beginning cascaded over her, making her shout while her body shook under him. His hoarse cry of her name echoed in their room.
Chapter Seventeen
“Money!”
“What’s up?”
“There’s some old guy looking for you,” Kelsey said.
“Where’s he at?”
“In the gambling room talking to Ayisha.”
Marvin excused himself from the woman he was talking to and went to the gambling room. When he got there, Marvin didn’t see Ayisha, he saw his father, Nick, and he was running the crap table. He stood there for a while watching Nick shake the dice and throw another winner to the roar of the crowd.
“Quite a roll your Pop is on,” Ayisha said when she walked up and stood next to Marvin.
“Yeah, I see.”
“Kind of roll he’s on, I’d think he was throwing loaded dice,” Ayisha commented.
“Still, he keeps on like that, he’s gonna fuck up our night,” Marvin said.
“I’m just glad that I didn’t have to be the one to point it out,” Ayisha said and walked away.
Knowing that he needed to shut Nick down before he broke the house, Marvin started walking over to the crap table. Nick saw him coming and waved to him, but then he threw the dice for another winner.
“What’s up, Pop?” Marvin asked as Nick gathered up all his money.
He held up a stack. “Taking your money.”