Savory Deceits: The Price of Deception (Volume 2)
By: Skye Heart
Tags: Rape, Erotic Romance, Violence Against Women, Thriller, Fiction

“Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing”

-Torquato Tasso

~NAIMA~

“What’s that?” I asked her. “What?” Nena said, looking at me. “On your neck.” I said, studying the large red bruise near her collarbone. Seemingly alarmed, Nena touched her neck, as if to cover the mark. “It’s nothing, probably a mosquito bite.” She said, without looking at me. “Come on, you ready?” She then asked, stooping down to grab her end of Kylee’s new dresser. Without a word, I lifted my end of the white dresser covered in pink lilies and then pulled, while Nena pushed. When we reached the corner of the room, opposite Kylee’s crib, I set my end down, and adjusted it to my liking. “What do you think?” I said, with my hands on my hips. While I looked over at Nena, I noticed her glancing at her watch, yet again.

With a frown, I watched the expression on her face, as she seemed to be deep in thought. It was almost as if she could not wait to get out of here and run off to God knows where again. Just then, her phone went off and she quickly reached into her back pocket to retrieve it. That raised my suspicions too. Ever since her trip to Virginia, she and her phone were practically like Velcro. She rarely set it down and always seemed to nearly jump out of her skin whenever it went off. Not to mention, the mysterious ‘bug bites’ she’s been coming home with lately on odd places of her body which very much looked like hickeys. Now, I looked on as she responded to her text message and fought the urge to snatch the phone from her hands. It was clear to me what was going on here, and it pissed me off that she took me for a fool with her evasive behavior. When she stopped tapping at her screen, she finally looked up at me. “I’m sorry sis, but I have to go. More errands.” She lied. “That’s okay, go.” I said, studying her. “Thanks.” She said, quickly leaving the room and I followed her.

Right away, she headed for the door, and I then said, “You don’t want to keep Chris waiting.” When she stopped, I knew. Then, she turned to face me and I shook my head at her. “What are you doing, Nena?” I questioned, and she hung her head. “I love him,” She whispered. “That is not love! It’s an addiction, and if you don’t stop, it will destroy you!” I warned, practically fuming. I could not believe we were here again. This endless cycle had to stop. “You don’t understand, Nai,” she began, still looking down. “Oh, I understand perfectly well. You’re sick!” I judged, getting angry. Nena closed her eyes, and when I saw her tears, I stopped, and took a breath.

“Nena,” I began, in a much softer tone. “He’s a wanted criminal. You do realize that if you know where he is, that is aiding and abetting and you can go to jail for a very long time for it.” I said, hoping to scare some sense into her. She then looked up at the ceiling, and shook her head as if to indicate that I could not identify with how she was feeling. When she said nothing, I shook my head at her again. “What is wrong with you, Nena? Are you crazy?” I waited for her response, but she remained silent, avoiding my glare. “Fine,” I said, giving up. “I can see that you’ve clearly made your choice. This can only end badly for you, and when it does, I do not want you anywhere near my baby or me. Go. Get out! And don’t come back!” Finally, she looked at me with tears streaming down her face, and I fought back my own tears. This was hurting me more than I was willing to admit to her. Crossing my arms, I stared back at her, and then she nodded her head. When she turned around to leave, I fought the urge to stop her. Sadly, I watched, as she slowly made her way towards the door and silently cried, wiping away each tear as they fell. By the time Nena reached the door, she stopped, and then turned to look at me. “I love you, Nai.” She said, and then left. I shook my head and silently prayed for her. It killed me to let her go, but I could not save my sister, if she did not want to save herself.

~NENA~

After my fight with Naima, I drove straight to Chris’ hideout careful not to let anyone follow me. I purposely made a few detours, and when I saw that the coast was clear, I was finally pulling my car into the shrouded parking structure behind the club. Quickly exiting my car, I hastily made my way to the rear entrance, used my key to enter, and speed walked down the staircase to the hidden door below. Lastly, I opened the door to find Chris lying on the bed half-naked. “Hey,” he said, getting up. Immediately, I dropped my purse and keys, ran to him, and then threw my arms around him, pressing my lips against his. Chris held me tight as he kissed me back, and I began to tear at his clothes with determination.

As he pulled my pants down, I reached into his boxers and grabbed his dick. It was already erect, and I got down on my knees pulling his boxers down with me. Naturally, I took most of his thick, ten-inch penis into my mouth and he nearly gasped. “What the… ugh! Shit!” He cried, falling back onto the bed sitting up while I continued my voracity on his member. With a fist full of my hair, Chris eased my head further down and groaned even louder when my tongue circled the tip of his shaft. “Damn, baby, I love you!” He cried, as I sucked the tip like a pacifier.

Then, as if he could not take it anymore, Chris suddenly stopped me. “Come here.” He excitedly said. He then pulled me up to him and kissed me hard, as I climbed into his lap. Carefully sliding down onto his shaft inch by inch his penis filled my tiny orifice with domination. “Oh my God!” I cried when I began to ride him, feeling his monstrous rod move inside me. Chris gripped my hair again and brought my face to his, seizing my mouth with his own. He met my movements with his own thrusts, and I lost myself once again in his lustful influence.

My failed marriage no longer mattered to me, and neither did my sister’s disapproval. I was ready to give up everything if it meant that I could be with Chris forever. He was now a part of me that I did not intend to let go — not for my sister, Tony, or anyone. Suddenly, Chris flipped me onto my back, now wielding the power to control my anticipated climactic peak. This intensifying love affair possessed the very core of me, and in a second, I was reaching that orgasmic euphoric bliss. “Deeper!” I commanded him with my eyes closed, biting my lower lip. “Yes! Oh, yes!” I cried again, as he fucked me harder. With my eyes rolling into the back of my head, I soon found myself uncontrollably exploding my juices onto his shaft.

Straight away, Chris fell on top of me, his body shuddering at his own release. As I stared up at the ceiling, I ran my hands over his muscular back and then kissed his shoulder. I could feel his heart beating against my breasts as he slowly caught his breath. Inadvertently, I did my Kegels, with his penis still inside me. “Mm,” he moaned, giving me a mock thrust. Giggling, I squeezed my muscles around his shaft again, and he flinched. “Does that hurt?” I asked him with a smile. “No, it just feels too damn good.” He said, and I laughed again.

“Remember the first time we made love?” I asked him, still staring at the ceiling. Then, Chris lifted his head to look at me. “How can I ever forget?” He said, with his piercing green eyes burrowing into mine. “Your dick scared the shit out of me when I first saw it.” I said with a chuckle. Chris laughed too, and then kissed me on the lips. “Now, look at you,” he began, wiggling himself between my legs. “You’re practically a pro now.” He said, kissing me again. “Practically?” I asked with a smile. “Yes, practically.” He challenged. “I see how you still clench up when I put it inside you.” He said, wiggling himself again. “Oh give me some credit.” I said, laughing. “I can take it a lot better now than I ever could before, because I own it.” I said, challenging him with my eyes. “Oh really?” He said, giving me another slight thrust.

Now, I could feel his penis rising inside me, and I slowly gasped as he pushed it further into me. “That’s what I thought.” He said, retreating. Then, I quickly grabbed his ass and held him in place. “Fuck me.” I whispered, looking into his eyes. Chris raised his brows at my directness, and then I cupped his face, and kissed him fervently. His slow and steady thrusts came with such passion that the pleasure mound between my legs tenderized under his power. “Harder!” I cried, determined to prove him wrong. “You want it harder?” He asked, pumping into me like a jackhammer. “Yes!” I cried, my thighs clenching around his waist. Though his thrusts hurt like hell, I was so whet that he unrelentingly glided in and out of me, with ease. “Okay. Be careful what you wish for.” He said, and then suddenly pulled out of me.

“Turn around!” He ordered, slapping my thigh. Smiling, I rolled over on my hands and knees, and he pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. Standing behind me, he entered me again and grabbed my waist. “Oh God!” I cried feeling his massive penis invading my insides once again. “You still want it hard?” He said, ferociously pumping into me. “I said fuck me, didn’t I?” I urged, tightening my grip on the sheets beneath my palms. Then, I heard him chuckle, and he immediately grabbed hold of my hair, forcing my head back. “Ah!” I cried feeling elated. “Is this hard enough for you?” He said pounding into me incessantly. “Oh yes, baby! Please, don’t stop! I’m coming! Oh God, I’m coming!” I screamed, on the brink of falling face first into the mattress. “Shit! I feel you baby! I’m coming too!” He cried, going faster. “Ugh!” He groaned, when he released his semen inside me.

Then, we both fell onto the bed enervated as our bodies intertwined with one another. Chris spooned me, and kissed the back of my shoulder. “I stand corrected.” He said when he caught his breath, and then we both laughed. “We keep this up, and we’re going to have a village full of children.” He joked. “How many do you want?” I asked him, getting serious. “Two, maybe three.” He said. “Boys or girls?” I asked again. “Boys,” He began. “At least two, though I wouldn’t mind having a little girl.” He said. Then, suddenly, my niece came to mind and I now wrestled with whether or not to tell him about her. If I told Chris about Kylee, he would want to stay in the country even if it meant risking going to jail for the rest of his life. The thought scared me, and I could not let him throw his life away like that. As soon as we were safely out of the country, I would tell him then. I could hear his labored breathing now, as he tightened his grip around my body. “I love you.” He said, and then went to sleep.