Page 8 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

“Then tell me, where were you?! If you can’t tell me that then you can kiss my ass. Our conversation is over and we are d—” His body vibrates and he growls… like whole ass growl like a lion, lip curled and every fucking thing as he tilts his head to the side.

“You’re trying to piss me off on purpose, aren’t you?” he whispers, voice deep as fuck and reverberating through me. “How about this. If I do prove it, let me kiss that ass and have my way with you.”

“Fine, asshole! Just prove it then! You steady talking shit trying get under my skin, yet you have not answered my question!” I glare at him.

“Do you really think you can just pop up after ghosting me for damn near three days then just fuck me and everything would be okay?” I seethe, but he narrows his eyes.

“I never ghosted you, and I’ll prove it!”

“THEN SHOW ME WHERE THE FUCK YOU WERE!” I shout, jumping out of his arms. He tries to pull me back into his lap, but I smack his hand away, seething mad because fuck all that good shit he’s talking. I need fucking answers.

“I fucking told you I was sleep! But you told me you wouldn’t believe me s—” I throw my head back, cackling because he must think I’m dumb as fuck to believe a nigga would sleep for three whole ass days without waking up once to eat or check their phone!

I know he was sick, so I’ll excuse a day, but three?! Fuck no!

“You really playing games with me, huh?” I grit through my teeth.

“Jessica baby, just fucking listen to me.” He stands, towering over me, and I swear to God I see hell in this man.

It’s like my body seizes up and I’m seeing a demon before me instead of Frank.

I my rub my eyes, trying to get my head on straight, but when he reaches out to me, fear like no other comes over me.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!” I close my eyes and my hand is flailing, so when he tries to pull me back, it causes my hand to fly across his face so hard blood drips from his nose. The lights on the jet go out and I kid you fucking not, this bitch suddenly nose dives.

I’m floating as turbulence racks the plane and I hear all types of beeping noises before Frank grabs me. A screeching, infernal noise rents the air and it’s as if everything halts, but bitch, I’m still screaming!

“AHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH!!! WHATTT THHHEEEE FUUUUUCCCKKKKK?!” I scream, grasping onto him, shaking.

“Shhhhh, shhhh, I got you, wife. Relax.” He places a large, unusually warm hand on my chest and I sway, feeling lighter and calmer.

“You know I got you, Jessica. Daddy would never let anything happen to his baby, right?” he coos, and I hyperventilate, holding on to him tighter, shaking, tears streaming from my eyes.

“Fr-Frank baby, I’m scared… I’m scared… I w-want… I want to g-get off,” I panic but he rubs my back, soothing me.

“I know, baby, and we will,” he states and it’s as if the pilot and aircraft itself know his will.

The flight eases and the lights flicker on.

For the first time, I catch a glimpse of his face, and my heart sinks, and my hands go over my mouth when I see a big bruise on his face as his nose and mouth are bleeding.

“FRANK!” I screech, hand gently on his face, horrified at what I’ve done, completely forgetting the fact I almost died. “BABY, YOUR FACE!”

“That doesn’t matter to me, baby.” He leans into my hand, taking it and rubbing his cheek against it. “Do you feel better, baby?” he questions and my tears dry the fuck up.

“Wh… what do you mean, do I feel better? Frank, I just hit you! You’re bleeding! Your nose an?—”

“If it’ll make you feel better, you can even beat me up and even demand that I walk through coal barefoot. I don’t care, I’ll endure it.” He wipes the blood away and I feel horrible.

“Of course I don’t feel better, Frank! I hit you!” I close my eyes, pissed at myself trying to think what came over me, but for the life of me, I can’t remember.

“But I deserved that and more for daring to make such a precious person cry,” he pouts, and I shake my head, refuting his words.

“Nobody deserves to be hit for something as silly as that, Frank.”

“On the contrary, Little Baby, I’d kill for much smaller when it comes to you. So getting hit is a reprieve,” he states so cooly to the point I almost believe him.

“You are insane,” I mutter, looking over his face, shaking my head, wondering why I would do such a thing.

“Only for you, my pretty Little Baby,” he smirks and ugh, my heart has no business going haywire like this for him.

“Frank…”

“Yes, baby?”

“Where were you?”

“Honestly, Jessica, I was sleeping. I know it sounds like a lie, but I swear on our children, on our marriage, on our bond, I was asleep .”

“For three days?! Am I really supposed to believe that?” I groan, and he hugs me tight, resting his head on my chest.

“Yes wife, and when I woke up, I came straight to you,” he voices and I can hear the truth in what he’s saying even though it makes no damn sense. Who the hell sleeps for three days?

“Then how did I get left on read?” I narrow my eyes.

“I opened the message to contact you, but I was distracted by my family talking to me… and then you must have assumed that this humble and faithful husband of yours was being petty, but that wasn’t that case, wife.

I was trying really hard to get to you… I swear,” he repeats as he sits up pouting, bottom lip poking out.

“Do you know how fucking crazy that sounds?”

“No crazier than you thinking I’d cheat on you or ghost you. Hell, what you’re saying is even crazier to me,” he reels back appalled, and I sigh, rubbing my head, trying to figure out whether I believe him or not.

“First off, we’re not married,”

“We are,” he interjects and I ignore him.

“Second, you can’t swear on something that doesn’t exist.”

“Yet,” he states, and I bypass his ridiculousness.

“And three, I’m still not sure I should believe you.”

“But you should… pretty please,” he begs, and I glance over to him, tired.

“I want to believe you, b?—”

“What if I show you the cameras in our home as proof?” Wait… cameras?

“C-cameras?” I stammer and he nods excitedly, pulling out a different phone from the one I’m used to seeing him with. “Did you get a new phone?”

“Y-yes… the other one cracked, which is why I couldn’t respond to your message about us being d— Ugh,” he gags.

What the hell? “About us being do— Ugh…” he gags again and huffs.

“I can’t even say the words. It literally churns my stomach, Little Baby.

It’s painful! That’s why you have to take it back!

” he pouts and I want to muff his ass for being so damn dramatic, but ugh…

he’s cute as hell. “But anyway, see?! Look here!” He types in a code and slides the bar on his display to the date when we were at his house.

He holds up the phone to me and my eyes go wide as hell. “LOOK, HERE IS MY PROOF!”

“Fuuuuccckkkk!” I pause my thoughts when the video comes on.

I see and I hear myself on the screen moaning loud as fuck.

I cut my gaze to Frank, seeing his eyes go wide as hell, devouring the video where and look back at his horn as he lays passed the fuck out.

Oh hold the fuck on! Hold the fuckkkk onnn! !!!

In the video, I’m looking at the horn like I’m trying figure out something as I poke it before looking at him laid out on the floor.

To my fucking HORROR, instead of helping him up as he lays there, I watch in mother fucking 4K as I turn my Black ass and go to fucking work on that thing, moaning like a bitch in heat.

Frank does a double-take and starts watching the video with his mouth agape.

I watch a-fucking-ghast as I whimper and moan loud as fuck on his phone. “Oooo! Frank! Yess?—”

“JESSICA!” He turns his eyes to me with a look of betrayal and I snatch the phone and chuck that son of a bitch across the plane, face burning hot than a mother fucker.

“I… okay, I believe you!” I mutter embarrassed, but by the way this mother fucker is staring, I can tell he’s thinking something wild.

“I don’t know… I need to do some more research on what the hell else you did to my horn!” He goes to get the phone but I jerk his ass back down, fanning my face.

“I. Said. I. Believe. You!” I grit out, and he grins, wiggling his brows.

“Well, if I recall, I was told I’d be able to kiss your ass and have my way with you if I told you where I was. Now that that’s settled…” He stands quickly with me in his lap, and before I know it, I’m kneeling on the seat backwards, clutching the headrest. What?

“What the hell are you doing?!” I shout as he grabs my ass cheeks and spreads them apart before blowing on my booty hole.

“I’m about to eat. Duh, Jessica,” he rolls his eyes and I screech, holding on for dear life as he sticks out his tongue and takes a long, hearty mother fucking swipe, growling like a bear while massaging my ass cheeks.

“Frank!” I grit, panting as he groans, smacking his lips, moaning. “Baby, please, j-just… do w-we have t-to do this here?” I whine and he nods, eating my ass.

“I was promised ass if I told the truth, Jessica!” He pops up, eyes heavily lidded.

“Now you’re going to either let me eat it or fuck it, but regardless, I’m sticking some part of me inside of it.

” He sets his face firm and my mouth pops open because he can’t be fucking for real right now, but knowing him, he is!

“I…”

“I’m warning you, Little Baby, if you don’t choose one,” he trails off in warning and I feel his thumb gently press against my asshole, making me quiver.

“I can guarantee this fat ass dick will have this asshole gaping for weeks,” I hear behind me, but the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I know I’m treading on dangerous waters.