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In spite of her fear, Lo looked dapper. This night, he donned a black suit that was cut to perfection.

Bria loved knowing that Lo could switch it up from his street wear to tailored suits.

The black shirt’s first two buttons were unfastened, giving a peek of his chest tattoos.

His hair cut was fresh, and his beard was lined with precision.

He looked good and smelled even better. Still, the way he carried on as if he didn’t see Bria visibly tensed at the table was insane.

Bria’s attire for the night was an olive blazer dress with platform heels.

Her hair was bone straight with a part down the middle.

Bria didn’t do too much with her makeup but made sure her nude lip was on point.

This was a date. An outing where she was supposed to bond with her husband, yet all Bria felt were tremors and recollections from the night he tortured Dough.

“This fire,” he said with a mouthful of mac and cheese.

Bria rubbed the back of her neck as she looked around the restaurant. Everybody was in their own world, oblivious to the many different emotions plaguing her.

“Why you not eating?”

Bria looked down at her untouched plate of a New York strip steak and au gratin potatoes.

“Uh, I guess I’m not that hungry.”

Lo peered at her with his mysterious eyes. She wondered what was going through his mind. Was he plotting her demise? Should she sleep with one eye opened tonight? Bria couldn’t get comfortable with him.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Bria gaped at him incredulously. “Lo, really?”

“Yeah.” He sipped on his drink. “What’s wrong?”

Licking her lips, she conjured up the courage to spill the truth. “…I’m scared of you.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Shit, I’m scared of you, too.”

Bria leaned in close, making sure to keep her voice down. “Why would you be scared of me when I’m not the person who tortured someone in front of you?”

He met her in the middle of the table. “Nah, you ain’t do that but you are a cheater though. In case you didn’t know, that’s some scary shit.”

Bria’s eyes shut at his painful reminder. She had been indignant during her scandalous act, but she wished she’d never cheated on Lo. He would never admit it, but it hurt his feelings. If she could’ve gone back and made the decision not to call Dough, she would have.

“You put that man in the position to get fucked up. Not me. What did you think I would do when I found out, Bria? You talking about I scare you. You scare me ‘cause what if I fall for you and you play me again? You think a nigga don’t have feelings?”

“Honestly… no, Lo. You act like you don’t have feelings.”

Sitting back in his seat, he peered at her while tucking his lips between his teeth. It was an awkward moment of silence that Bria wished she could fast forward.

Lo scooted his chair back from the table. “Come here.”

Looking around the room, she then focused on him as he made a gesture with his hands to come to him.

Reluctantly, she rose from her chair and stepped over to him.

Lo guided her on his lap, positioning her body sideways.

His scent was almost inebriating as he wrapped his arms around her waist. The feeling of yearning had resurfaced, making her stomach leap.

Bria couldn’t take this seesaw of emotions.

At one point, she was terrified, then the next, she was drowning in lust.

This man left her bewildered. How would she survive the roller coaster ride called Kylo?

He was sure to have her screaming with glee and terror, simultaneously.

He was like ten different men wrapped in one.

So many personalities, so many moods that Bria was sure she wouldn’t be able to keep up with him.

“You still scared?” he asked.

Lo’s tone was gentle as he kissed the side of her face. Bria hated this confliction playing tug-of-war inside her thoughts. Her mind told her to get up and place distance between them but the warmth between her thighs wanted more affection.

“It doesn’t just go away because I’m on your lap, Lo.”

Grabbing her chin, he turned her face to look at him. “You don’t need to be scared of me. If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done it the night I beat the fuck outta that nigga. I only made you watch so you can see that playing me is a big mistake. You got the hint, right?”

She bobbed her head, gazing into Lo’s eyes. They were so beautiful with lashes denser than hers.

“And now that you know I’m not the man you can fuck over, I want us to move on.

I’m not going to do anything to you, Bria.

I actually want to put more effort into our marriage.

That’s why I asked you on this date. A nigga trying to be a better husband, but I need you to let go of that fear and loosen up. I wanna have fun with you.”

She blushed. “What kind of fun?”

Lo smirked, showcasing a top row of white teeth and a bottom row of gold slugs.

“I’ll tell you when you promise to let go of that fear.

You're married to a man who ain’t scared of shit.

My wife gotta be fearless. Even if you scared, you can’t show it.

And I’m not asking you to stop being scared right away, I’m just saying let it go, eventually, ‘cause I’m not going to hurt you. ”

This level of assurance was what Bria needed to let go of the idea that Lo would harm her.

She understood his madness even though she didn’t agree with it.

Granted, he could’ve handled Dough differently or kept their issues between them.

However, for the sake of their marriage, Bria promised to make an effort to feel safe with him.

“Okay, I’ll try to do better, but do you promise that I’m safe with you?”

He nodded and leaned in for a kiss. Bria moaned slightly, wishing they weren’t in a public place that way she could straddle him and ride all of the anxiety out of her body.

“You're safe, I swear. Now, do you wanna have some fun?”

There was mischief in Lo’s eyes, prompting her to grin.

“What kind of fun are you talking about?”

Reaching inside his pocket, he pulled out a small black device.

“Go to the bathroom and put this in your panties.”

Bria’s mouth gaped before she blushed. “Lo, are you serious?”

“Yeah, now go do it.”

Grabbing the device from his hand, Bria got up and strutted to the bathroom.

Walking into a stall, she lifted her dress and pulled her panties down mid-thigh.

She chuckled at the thought of her being nervous then thrilled within a matter of minutes.

Bria put the device on the seat of her panties before pulling them up.

She made sure the device was on her clitoris before walking out the stall and washing her hands.

Bria returned back to the table and took a seat. Lo’s eyes were on her like bees to honey.

“I didn’t think you would like my fun,” he admitted.

Taking a sip of her wine, she then asked, “Why not?”

“‘Cause I’m different, and I like different shit. You gon’ be cool with that, Bri-Bri?”

She smiled at the mention of the nickname he had suddenly given her. “Do I have a choice?”

He shook his head. “Not after I got a piece of that amazing pussy you have. You know it’s no longer yours, right?”

Bria was so turned on. The bad side of Lo was one she couldn’t deny.

For years, she had been considered a good girl to the public.

The baby of the Harvey bunch. All people saw in her was a ballerina who lived cautiously and resided with her parents.

With Lo, she could unleash her inhibitions.

There were no bounds with him. He could bring out the bad girl in her and deep down, Bria wanted to be his bad bitch.

She didn’t feel like herself at the moment.

The darkness that swirled in his eyes had somehow taken residence inside hers.

“You hear me? That’s my pussy now. I control it. I want to have so much control over her that she cums without me touching her. Can I do that right now?”

Bria nodded, feeling as if she had been under hypnosis. The waitress approached the table, disrupting the heavy chemistry brewing between the couple.

“How are you guys doing? Is there anything I can get for you? Perhaps a refill on that drink?”

Lo didn’t give her any eye contact because he was too busy taking in every single detail of Bria’s face.

“Yeah, a refill will be cool.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back with that.”

As soon as she walked away, Lo leaned closer, resting his elbows on the table.

“Are you wet?”

Bria nodded, unable to voice it because her arousal had her piping hot with lust.

“Can I get you wetter?”

Grinning, she asked, “Right here, right now?”

Lo nodded and went inside his pocket. He pulled out a small remote and pressed a button. Within seconds, the seat of Bria’s panties vibrated, triggering her body to jolt.

“Oh,” she whispered, caught off guard by the sensation.

“I can go slow.” He pressed a button, slowing down the vibration. “Or I can speed this shit up.” Pressing it again, Lo put the vibrator on the highest setting.

“Lo, please,” she whimpered. “This is too much for me.”

Bria held onto the edges of the table while squeezing her eyes shut.

This felt too good. The sensation started at her clitoris, provoking a pulsing that wouldn’t stop.

Opening her eyes, she found Lo staring at her with amusement in his eyes.

A subtle smirk was on his lips while he pressed the button to slow the vibrator down.

“Here you are,” the waitress sang, interrupting the intense moment.

“Thanks,” Lo said, not bothering to look at her.

Bria tried her best to keep her composure in front of this woman. Holding her head down, she prayed for her to walk away. She was on the verge of exploding and didn’t want the waitress witnessing her unravel.

“Alright let me know if you need anything else.” She walked away.

Finally…

Bria panted as she looked at Lo. The look of desire in his eyes was powerful. She was curious if he knew how much authority he held in his orbs alone. The minute they met, she felt the danger, but she wasn’t sure if she should run from it or embrace it.

“I want you to beg for mercy.”

Sucking in a deep breath, she looked around, hoping no one was a witness to this pleasurable anguish she was experiencing.

“You gotta beg for my forgiveness, Bri-Bri,” Lo rasped, licking his lips.

A whimper drifted from her mouth before she swallowed hard. He pressed the button again, adjusting the vibrator to the highest setting.

“Lo, baby, please,” she moaned.

“Please what?” he goaded her.

“Please… have mercy on me.”

Bria couldn’t believe she’d said that again. This dominance Lo had placed on her wasn’t surprising. He wouldn’t allow her to rule over him. He had to be in control and if his control came with sensations that felt like this, Bria didn’t mind his authority.

“You ready to cum?”

Bobbing her head, she closed her eyes and exhaled a deep breath.

“Nah, I want you looking at me when you cum. That way you can see that I’m the only nigga that make your pussy nut like this.”

Dough talked dirty but Lo was a nasty talker.

He knew he was that nigga. Him making her squirt the other night was enough to make her a believer in that.

The pressure had gone straight to her clit.

Looking at Lo did nothing to keep her orgasm at bay.

Her chest heaved, and stomach caved in while her teeth bit down on her bottom lip.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Lo teased. “Let me see you release it.”

His words went straight to Bria’s pussy, like a command that she had been waiting on.

Bria’s clit thumped with power as her walls flexed.

Her upper body doubled over as a tornado of pleasure ripped through her sex.

It was euphoric, damn near spellbinding.

This feeling had so much potential to be dangerous.

It could’ve guided Bria into an addiction if she wasn’t careful.

Although her orgasm was sensational it was also fleeting.

Lifting her head, she gazed at Lo who sat in his seat wearing a confident smile.

“So, now I’m supposed to sit here with a wet ass?”

Chuckling, he promised, “We about to go.”

“And do what?”

“What you wanna do?” He cocked his head.

“Finish what you started here.”

He licked his lips. “So, you want me to fuck you?”

Bria nodded, yearning to feel his dick enter her silky essence.

“Don’t nod your head. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

Bria smirked. “Lo, I want you to fuck me.”

“And make you what?”

“Cum, real hard. No, wait, I want to squirt.”

He grinned before bobbing his head. “Let’s get out of here so I can give you what you want.”