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My body shook hard. I’d never felt like this before.

My body felt like it couldn’t calm down.

It was Friday morning, yet he fucked me like it was Saturday night sex.

Seconds later, Sur came right behind me.

He gave me swift and short strokes until his body finally calmed down.

I’d never bring up leaving this nigga ever again.

Sur had filled me with his seeds yet again.

I really needed to get on some birth control soon.

After a while, Sur pulled his semi-hard dick out of me.

Gently, he lowered my legs then helped me to sit up.

Next, he fixed his clothes, but our eye contact never broke.

When he was done, he trapped me in place with his arms again.

“What did we learn today, Dom?” he quizzed in his deep voice.

“Not to mention anything about leaving you,” I replied, still trying to catch my breath.

“Good girl. Now, I have to head out, but your car has a full tank, tires have been rotated, and your credit card is on the table by the door. Have a great day, beautiful.”

“You as well.”

We shared a deep kiss before he walked away. Sur certainly meant business. He was one of a kind. My pussy throbbed, but damn I felt good.

When I made it home, I stopped outside the door.

Fear filled me. My teeth sank into my lower lip.

My dry hands were now damp. I removed my gun from my cross body bag.

My door was slightly ajar. I wasn’t sure if that opening was intentional or not, but someone had broken into my shit.

Slowly, I pushed the door open and eased inside with my gun raised.

I dropped my bag on the floor. With slow yet steady steps, I swept the kitchen and living room since it was an open space.

Next, I eased into my bedroom. I checked everywhere including my bathroom and under the bed, but nothing was out of place in there.

I moved to the second bathroom. I checked everywhere inside the bathroom, but again nothing was out of place.

Lastly, I took a deep breath then burst inside Briya’s old room.

I checked her closet and under her bed but found nothing.

The room was practically empty. Her bed, dresser, and a few large totes were present, but that was it.

Did I leave my door open absentmindedly?

I left her room then closed the door behind me.

There was no way. I’d never made that mistake before.

That was the only excuse I had at the moment.

I pushed the situation to the back of my mind and moved on with my day.

After a nice hot shower and washing my hair, I did my laundry then decorated my treats.

Tomorrow was farmer’s market day, and I couldn’t wait to sell out like I usually did.

That extra cash helped and so did the credit card Sur gave me.

My playlist blasted throughout my house.

I bobbed my head to some Megan while I rolled out the fondant for my last set of treats.

I had a damn good groove going until a plastic bag was placed over my head and held tightly.

My oxygen was immediately cut off as I fought hard against my intruder.

I used my strength and body to push us into the countertop, but my attacker didn’t ease up.

His voice was distorted as if they used some kind of machine to disguise it.

“You should’ve checked the tote bins,” he expressed in my ear.

He pulled tighter on the bag, making it harder for me to breathe.

I couldn’t go out like this. No way. I had to fight.

I’d survived too much. One muthafucka was not about to remove me from this world.

I elbowed him in his face hard, making him loosen his grip.

Following through with a head butt, I was relieved when his grip really loosened even more.

I swiftly removed the bag from my face. I faced him as I gasped for air to breathe.

My attacker was dressed in black from head to toe, but because of his mask, I didn’t see the face of my opponent.

My lungs felt as if they were clogged. I couldn’t breathe.

He removed what looked like some kind of baton from his side.

It was lengthy and thick and ready to commit the damage he intended it to.

Without a second thought, I took off to my room.

His heavy steps followed quickly behind me.

I made it inside and swiftly swiped my gun from the bed.

He rushed me, and it slipped from my hands.

My attacker landed a blow to my face that knocked the wind out of me.

Blood filled my mouth almost immediately.

I grew a bit dizzy, but I shook off as much of the woozy feeling as I could.

I cocked my fist back and punched his ass back.

He fell off me, giving me a chance to jump up on pure adrenaline.

I stumbled a bit, but I found my gun. The first shot I fired, I missed, but the second one penetrated his shoulder.

“Argh!” he yelled.

My attacker hopped up and raced out of my room.

I ran after him, firing wildly a few times.

He ran out of my place and down the hall.

I raced back inside my place then slammed and locked the door.

My heart pounded like crazy. I had to keep going, though.

I limped over to my island and grabbed my phone.

My eyes bypassed all my missed calls from Sur and Lai, and I called the police.