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Britain laughed at Priest’s immediate disapproval of the handcuffs. As it turned out, it was going to be a lot harder than she thought to get him restrained in the cuffs. He was used to gripping and grabbing her the way he liked and stimulating various parts of her body all at once. "C'mon, you'll enjoy it. I promise."

"Let me put them on you first then." Priest leaned back against the bed with a smirk.

Britain scoffed. "Hell no! It was my Amazon Prime that ordered them." She opened the cuffs so she could secure his wrists within them.

"Britain, if you try some sly shit, I'm gonna fuck your ass up when I get out of them," he warned as he extended his hands reluctantly.

In excitement, Britain cheered as she began assisting him out of his suit. She sat the handcuffs aside as Priest gripped her waist. "You're gorgeous. Y'know that?" He marveled at her, gripping her chin with one hand.

Her cheeks heated at the compliment before she smiled. "Thank you, Priest." She cupped her hands around his face.

Priest looked up at her with a smirk before he crept the handcuffs along her wrist catching her off guard. Britain’s eyes widened by how smoothly he managed to flip the script. She pleaded for him to stop as he secured the other end of the cuffs to her bed frame. "Priest, stop playing, seriously." She yanked on the sturdy handcuffs as he laughed while he began scooting away. With one free hand, Britain attempted to grab ahold of him, but he only teased her by pulling away from her.

"I been in enough cuffs in my time,Gioia," he chuckled while taunting her. "I prefer cuff links now."

"Honestly, I wasn't even gonna treat you like this, but now that you want to play, I'm gonna make you wish you never did this," Britain rolled her eyes while she continued to pull at the cuffs, hoping that the fact that they only cost eight dollars with free shipping would serve her justice and allow her to break free from the cheap item. To her dismay, it didn't. The cuffs were sturdy and durable, allowing her no chance to actually set herself free.

Priest laughed at her struggle before inching his way closer to her. "We gone do this my way or no way," he asserted.

She smacked her lips. "We always do things your way. Things are getting tired and played out," she scoffed, talking out the side of her neck and knowing that nothing she was saying was valid at all. Nothing about Priest was tired and played out, and Britain knew that, but of course she was going to pop her shit since Priest thought it was funny to lock her in some handcuffs.

Priest found her attempt to use reverse psychology on him amusing. He knew Britain was just chatting when she said that. Even she knew she was contradicting herself. "Is that right?" He raised a brow.

Again, Britain smacked her lips, waving him off. "Priest, get these handcuffs off me so I can?—"

"You talk mad shit." He shook his head as he reached behind her, unhooking her bra. Her perky breasts pooled out of the bra. Her nipples were erect due to how cold it was. She shuddered at the feeling of his cold fingertips drifting down to her waistline.

"Prove me wrong then." She smirked up at him with challenging eyes.

Priest chuckled. "I really hope you remember where the keys are for these cuffs because I'm about to make you regret pulling them out," he enlightened her as he assisted her with slipping out of her panties. Britain waved him off slyly before he secured his massive hand at the crook of her neck, colliding his lips with hers. The kiss erupted a fire between the two. The room grew hot instantly. Just like Britain enjoyed, the kiss was slow and sloppy. Their tongues danced against each other while their heads shifted side to side.

With their lips intertwined, Priest’s built and stocky frame hovered over her. His multiple gold chains dangled down, slowly gracing over Britain's skin, and a shiver crept up her spine. Detaching from the kiss, Priest fluttered his lips along Britain's neck, marveling at the smoothness of her rich sepia skin. Upon his lips coming in contact with her body, Priest’s mind traveled back to when they were in the Hamptons, when he would eye her while she moisturized her skin. The heavy scent of natural Shea butter would swirl the room as she made sure to get every nook and cranny of her body. He got the privilege of moisturizing her back. His heavy hands kneaded through the curves of her body as they were layered with a smooth passing of Shea butter.

His kisses trailed low. Britain locked her eyes with the ceiling, preparing herself for Priest to prove himself like she knew he would. His hands ran a course down her smooth legs before he hiked her legs onto his broad shoulders. Her free hand clenched the sheets underneath her as Priest dipped his head between her thighs. His tongue lapped over the slits of her oozing pussy as she squirmed at the overwhelming feeling.

Gripping her thighs, Priest locked her in place as he proceeded to devour her lower half as if she were a fine delicacy he would dine on at Eleven Madison Park. The slurping sounds Priest's mouth made against her slippery flesh struck her ears, entangling with the sound of her stomach-fluttering moans that strung out of her.

One hand restrained by the handcuffs while the other one was free to roam, Britain’s grip on the sheets faltered, and she used her hand to push Priest away. The more she attempted to fight him off, the more motivated he grew. Priest enjoyed the squirming, the panting, the cries and the imploring. He wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied. Britain pitied herself since she was going to have to endure Priest’s endless pleasures without any mercy.

Britain's naturally sweet juices smeared amongst his lips as his tongue swirled her pussy. Her shrills and moans intensified as Priest slowly rubbed his fingers overs her throbbing clit.

"Oh! Fuck! Priest!" Britain cried out, hoping he would ease up, but to no avail. He picked up his pace, lapping his tongue around quicker while massaging her clit at the same speed.

Left there with no other option but to take all he was giving, tears streamed down Britain's face as she felt her stomach tie in knots as the pressure began to build. Her moans ascended into a much higher pitch as her back arched at the signs of her cumming. Her cum lathered Priest's warm tongue as her body shook mildly from the aftermath of her quivering orgasm.

Slowly, Priest licked her clean, making sure not to leave anything behind. Britain's chest rose and fell rapidly as she attempted to order her breathing to the best of her ability. Her makeup was stained with the trail of tears as she looked up at the ceiling in a daze. Priest felt it was best to give her a few seconds to recuperate. Reaching over her bed to her nightstand, Priest retrieved the condoms he had purchased that they rarely used.

He grabbed the handcuff key from the dresser and uncuffed her before tearing the gold aluminum wrapper with his perfectly aligned teeth, littering Britain's clean floor with it. Freeing himself from his slacks and briefs, he stood before Britain with his dick standing at attention, and Britain eyed all of his glory. He rolled the lubricated condom onto his long dick. His massive hands gripped Britain’s sides, flipping her over so her ass was hiked up and her face was down on the sheets. Deepening her arch by spreading her legs apart more, Priest stimulated her body once more before he entered her core. His hand feathered over Britain's wet pussy, causing a whimper to project from her.

Gliding the bulbous tip of his thick dick over her slits, Priest smirked before he dove deep inside Britain. A breath caught in her throat as she clenched the sheets tightly, pulling them from the corners of the bed. Nestled deep inside Britain’s intoxicating pussy, Priest halted his stroke, basking in the perfection of Britain's pussy as it latched around his dick.

His hips reclined back as he pulled all the way out to the very tip of his dick before plunging back in completely. Britain exhaled a heavy breath as she screeched endless curse words into the sheets. Priest continued with that same rhythm momentarily before he finally picked up the pace.

Their skin colliding sounded off throughout the room, intertwining with the banging sound of Britain's headboard clashing against the wall. Priest’s grunts weaved into her ears, motivating her body to test its endurance and keep up with Priest. He just knew how to fuck her so right that she couldn’t help but feel the need to cum within seconds. Priest was elite, better than Britain could even express through words. He gave her what her body, mind and soul craved— a man!

Britain was sure by now that her makeup was smeared all over her powder blue fitted sheet. She had buried her own face so deep into the sheets so she could scream endless profanities of how good Priest was laying the pipe.

She felt a tug at her hair as Priest wrapped her tresses around his hand. The perfect mix of pleasure and pain overtook Britain's body as he fucked her from behind. His free hand slashed a powerful smack against her ass, causing another whimper to filter out of her. Sweat began coating their bodies in a thin layer as heat circulated the bedroom. Humidity cached in every corner of the room as their bodies rocked in a perfect rhythm.

"Throw that shit back,Gioia," his baritone panted.

Her cries lapped together with her moans, causing them to grow seamless with each other. Britain's body convulsed to Priest orders as her hips bucked back. Priest let out a euphoric moan as Britain now combatted his strokes. She realized she had to fight him back with fire. With his dick deep inside her as he pounded her pussy senselessly, Britain mustered up the strength to twist her hips and throw her ass back just how Priest liked it.

Moans pooled out of their mouths one after the other as their bodies tried desperately to defeat each other. Priest let go of Britain's hair before he gripped the front of her neck from behind. Now, with her back fused against his chest, Priest angled his strokes upward, causing Britain's breasts to bounce uncontrollably.

Since his hand was gripping her neck, he could feel her tears trickle down onto his hand. "Shit! Priest!" Britain shrieked at the top of her lungs. Priest kissed the side of her face sloppily as he rammed his long dick deep inside of her wet and sticky pussy. His kisses descended to her neck where his suction of her skin left behind dark passion marks. "Priest, I'm cumming!" she announced in hysterics.

"Cum for me,Gioia." His encouraging voice struck her ears just as her thick and creamy cum burst out of her. The liquids trickled down her thighs before dripping down to her bed. She stained the sheets as her body fell limp in Priest's arms.

His husky grunt filled Britain's ears as Priest bust into the condom, his warm nut restricted from traveling deep inside her by the latex barrier. "What was all that shit you chatting?" Priest smirked as he eased himself out of her.

Breathlessly, Britain rolled her eyes. "I’m still in the game," she declared.

Priest picked up the handcuffs from where they had fallen on the floor and dangled them before her tauntingly with a smirk. She cut her feline-like eyes at him. "You tap out?" he asked her, insinuating that he had the stamina to go for more.

Britain scoffed. "Boy, please," she waved him off. "Meet me in the shower." Her naked body tempted Priest as she sauntered to the bathroom. Priest licked his lips in deep temptation as Britain swayed her hips.

Priest was so grateful.

After fucking each other senseless, Priest trailed his orbs down to the right of him where Britain slept comfortably in his arms. She was tired and spread thin from their last round of sex in the shower. Her light snores struck his ears as the pattern of her breathing could be felt against his body.

Holding Britain felt right.

He wished it was something he could do indefinitely, but he was being pulled in all different directions. Reaching over Britain, Priest grabbed his phone, checking the time. The illumination of the moon peaked through her blinds, indicating that it was far later than he wanted it to be. Eyeing the time, he sighed once he realized it was going on eight in the evening. Talia usually started dinner around seven.

He was late, and the number of text messages and phone calls he received from Jazzy let him know his absence was noticed. "Fuck," he mumbled to himself as he cautiously began slipping out of Britain's bed. His bare body reacted to the cold air of Britain's apartment with a shiver before he claimed all his tossed clothing from the floor.

Now dressed in his suit again, Priest neared the bed where Britain now clung onto a pillow instead of him. Leaning down, he applied a few light kisses onto Britain's face. It resulted in her stirring in her sleep for a bit before she returned to being comfortable.

Leaving her in a peaceful slumber, Priest requested his driver come get him. He locked up behind himself, using the spare key before returning it where he found it. On the ride to his penthouse, he was filled with contentment. He was at peace with how everything played out with Britain. He knew J'Ru would have a hard time accepting the fact that he was going to keep Britain around, but he didn't think he had much to explain to him. Priest was his own man and did as he pleased.

After ordering his thoughts properly during the silent car ride, Priest thanked his driver before seeing him off. Wading his way into the elevator, Priest bypassed the security measures, allowing him to go straight up to his penthouse. As the steel doors glided open, he was faced with Jazzy who had her arms folded across her chest and a scowl masking her face.

"I texted and called you." Jazzy held her phone up to Priest's face.

Priest smacked his lips before waving her phone from his face. "I saw. I'm here now," he stated before trudging over to the kitchen. His eyes landed upon his mother standing alongside Talia as she thanked her for the well-crafted drink.

"Ma, what are you doing here?" Priest let out a sigh. This was why Jazzy had been blowing him up. Sylvia made one of her little surprise visits, but to her surprise, her soon-to-be fashion designer daughter was back in town. Jazzy never kept Sylvia updated on her life, so the woman had no clue where her child really was most of the time. If it weren't for the occasional updates Jazzy posted on social media, Sylvia wouldn't even know if Jazzy was alive.

"You thought it would be okay to have a family dinner without me?" She made her way over to Priest with a gleeful smile and open arms. She embraced Priest before cupping her hands around his face to kiss his cheeks. The smell of tobacco struck Priest's nose, causing him to slightly push her away.

"Yo, chill." He shook his head at his mother. "This is not the time." Priest really didn’t want to deal with the thick tension between Jazzy and their mother. He knew Jazzy may have bitten her tongue a whole lot before he got there, but now that he was around, he knew she was liable to say and do anything. He had enough on his plate since he knew J'Ru was about to run him down about what occurred with Britain today.

Sylvia waved him off. "Talia, dear, how much longer until dinner is served?" Upon her arrival to Priest's penthouse, Sylvia demanded another entree be served alongside Jazzy's favorite food— lamb chops. Talia was in the kitchen preparing two hefty meals which set the time back for the food to be ready.

Talia cleared her throat, facing Sylvia. She wasn't much of a fan of her either. Not to mention, she constantly disrespected Talia's cooking with her half-finished cigarettes and dull ashes. "About half an hour, ma'am."

"T, can you make the help’s serving to go?" Jazzy said snidely, causing Priest to shake his head and hang it low in disappointment.

Sylvia’s dark eyes seared into the side of Jazzy's face, disgusted by the little smirk she was sporting. "This is how you fucking raise her, to be disrespectful to her own mother?" Sylvia turned to Priest with a scowl etched across her face.

Priest screwed his face up in confusion. "Excuse me?"

"You heard what I said, Priest!" she bellowed. Priest rolled his eyes. These women were definitely wearing him thin, and he had only been inside for a couple of minutes.

"Lower your voice in my spot," Priest snapped at his mother indignantly. "If I didn't have to pick up you and your dude's slack as parents, then we wouldn't even be having this conversation," he reminded her, causing Jazzy to agree with a nod of her head.

"Don't mention Terrence in none of this shit. He provided the best way he could for this little bitch," Sylvia seethed while waving her hand in a dismissive manner in Jazzy's direction.

"See, I was trying to spare you," Jazzy rose from her seat and began making her way over. Priest quickly stood before his mother, barricading her from Jazzy. With Jazzy, things always went from zero to 100 whenever Sylvia was in the vicinity.

"Look, we're not about to do this. Putting your hands on your mother is the ultimate disrespect not only to her and me, but to God," Priest spoke down to Jazzy who had her chest heaved up fury.

"Nobody’s trying to hear that shit! For the last fucking time, she's not my damn mother!" Jazzy jeered as fury set into her eyes.

"Good, ‘cause I don't wanna be your damn mother! Unlike Priest, you have nothing to offer!" Sylvia retorted with disgust.

The elevator chimed, indicating that someone was coming up. Priest let out a sigh of relief once he noticed it was J'Ru sporting a smile on his face. The smile immediately drooped into a frown at the sight of Priest holding Jazzy back while Sylvia’s nose flared in anger. "I thought it was a family dinner?" J'Ru’s eyes scanned over them. "What she doing here?" He pointed at Sylvia.

With a cold glare, Priest eyed J'Ru, indicating that it was not the time for his antics. J'Ru decided to lay up. He made his way over to Jazzy and claimed her under his arm. "C'mon, Jazzy-Fae," J'Ru sighed, realizing he once again had to step in and help Priest diffuse the situation.

J'Ru led Jazzy over to the couch where they sat down. Priest was glad J'Ru showed up when he did. If he was alone, both Sylvia and Jazzy would’ve ended up feuding over the fact that he favored one more than the other. It was just too much.

Turning to face his mother, Priest’s dark eyes peered down at her. "You need to learn how to be an adult," Priest shamed his mother with a shake of his head. "She's your child. Stop trying to always get the last word and start fucking listening."

"I don't got to listen to shit from her! I'm her mother, and she doesn't even have the decency to respect that!" she shrilled dramatically like she always did. She always tried to deflect her wrongdoings by being extra. It worked in her favor sometimes; however, Priest saw right through that.

"Fuck you!" Jazzy jolted up from the couch quicker than J'Ru could even catch her. "You got a lot of fucking nerve considering yourself a mother! You ain't shit!" Jazzy argued, causing Priest to pinch the bridge of his nose.

He felt as though no one was listening to him. They were shouting over him just to get the upper hand, not knowing nothing could be resolved that way.

"Aye!" Priest flared his nose, interrupting their bickering. He turned in Jazzy's direction, immediately causing her to look away in shame. "Watch your mouth in my house. You're acting like I never taught you better."

Sylvia stood behind Priest, satisfied with the fact that he had set Jazzy straight for once. He then turned in her direction which caused the small smirk on her face to dismiss itself. The darkness in his eyes reminded her so much of Leonard. She fell for that darkness in Leonard’s eyes instantly, wanting to enjoy the thrill. She regretted it so much. Now Priest had that same darkness in his eyes. It was almost as if she could never get away from it. That pair of eyes was set to follow her for eternity. "You gotta do better. I'm tired of dealing with this shit. You two can't even act civil around each other. You can't continue to be toxic and turn around and blame everyone else for the lack of growth in relationships. Be a fucking parent. We didn't ask to be here," he scolded her.

Priest was always trying to be understanding, but that approach was beginning to be tiring. He was pretty set on Sylvia never changing. She was a horrible person; however, Priest would always see her as his mother. The dynamic of their relationship definitely differed from any healthy mother and son relationship, but he was fine with that. He had outgrown the yearning for a mother's love and attentiveness. Tables had turned, and now he was taking care of her. He no longer needed her. She needed him. He and Jazzy would never be on the same page when it came to accepting Sylvia. He no longer felt the need to try to convince her to do so either. Truth be told, things were beginning to feel old and repetitive.

"Dinner is served!" Talia piped in and announced, cutting a knife through the silent tension Priest had created by setting both Sylvia and Jazzy straight.

"I appreciate it, Talia," Priest thanked her, causing her to nod her head before returning to the kitchen. Priest no longer wanted to deal with either of them. He made his way to the dining room with J'Ru hot on his tail.

"We gotta chop it up after dinner," J'Ru reminded Priest.

Priest nodded. "I have a feeling I know what you wanna chat about." He let out a stressful chuckle.

J'Ru screwed his face, not understanding why Priest was taking everything so lightly. "Son, you're tripping."

Priest shook his head, indicating he thought otherwise. "I'm straight. Shit smoothed over now," he clarified.

"Still not adding up with me. Shorty is against you." J'Ru never had an issue with Britain, but after seeing her sitting on the opposite side of the courtroom, he couldn't say he didn’t feel some type of way. He would never tell Priest how to live his life, but there needed to be a clear distance between them. Shit would get real fucking messy and risky if she got to exploiting personal doings. At the end of the day, Priest was J'Ru's brother. If anybody went against Priest, they went against him too, and he didn’t take that lightly.

"Ru, we're good,” Priest asserted as he took a seat at the end of the lengthy dining table.

Sitting across from him, J'Ru sighed. This was a constant thing with Priest. It wasn’t that he trusted too easily. It was the fact that once he trusted people, he trusted them with everything. His loyalty went for miles, and he expected the people he trusted to be the same. J'Ru didn't want Priest to jump headfirst into a whirlwind of issues when it came to Britain. Shit would not play out nice, especially since she was fathered by Remy.

"So, you trust her?" J'Ru raised a questioning brow at Priest.

Priest sighed before running a hand down his face. "Shit is comfortable now, J'Ru," was all he cryptically said. J'Ru had no idea what he meant by that, but what was he left to do besides just follow Priest's lead? It was his life, after all.