In His Possession (Black Mayhem Mafia Saga, #1)

by B. Love

Today had been a day. This week had been a week.

“Long as you know I do it for you—not her. I’on mind taking shots with you to celebrate her life, because without her, I wouldn’t have you. I’ll always be grateful to her for that. For you.”

“You got a man, beautiful?” the man who looked like a younger version of Assad asked. “I do,” Vanna replied with a smile and wink. “I got a few.” “Can they fight?” They laughed. “They can. They can shoot too.” “Shid, me too, so wassup?”

“That’s not my vibe. Regardless of my situation, I will be happy for you always.”

He told her to look into his eyes, making sure she heard him as he told her, “You’re mine now,” while she came.

People were always trying to make you stay in toxic situations with family, when most often, you got the most peace cutting that person off—family or not.

Assad released a sinister laugh that had Savant cursing under his breath.

He fina air this bitch OUT!!

“How do you look at me?” “Like I look at myself, and I’m trying to figure out why.”

Head tilted, he caressed her war wounds, applying slight pressure. Assad lowered himself, and the second he kissed her thigh, she inhaled a sharp breath. Each kiss caused her to release a shaky breath or whimper. By the time he’d covered every scar with a kiss, she was clutching the back of his head and whimpering.

“You can’t see into me like that, give me an intimacy I’ve never experienced… and not expect me to crave more.”

The second her soft lips brushed against his, Assad gripped her hips. She placed a second kiss there that made him relax against her. The third had him closing his eyes. The fourth made him growl softly before connecting his lips with hers.

“You’re always mindful of how you speak to me… now.” She chuckled softly. “Always with love and respect.” His middle and ring finger slid down her chest, across her heart. “You let me in here and make me feel like I belong there.” Taking her hand into his, he kissed it again. “And you give me attention and affection. You don’t ask for anything but my time. That makes me want to give you that and more.”

“I want that dick to belong to me now.” He smiled before licking his lips. “It does. Tell me how you want it tonight.”

She’d had sex with him for one night and could in fact confirm his sex game was top tier. Filled with the kind of passion that made you believe he loved you even if he didn’t. No matter how rough or fast or nasty he got… whether it was holding her hands, looking into her eyes, complimenting her beauty, or kissing her deeply…

“Yes, Assad?” she answered. “What I tell you about answering your phone like that?” Scarlett laughed softly as she looked around the restaurant. “That it makes you want to bend me over so I can say it while you’re inside of me.” “I’m starting to think that’s why you do it.” “So what if it is?” “I’ll show you

I’ve been anxious to meet you ever since you came into his life.” “Really? Why is that?” Dijon’s smile was as soft as her voice when she said, “You make him come home. And for a man like Assad… that means everything.”

Being a lover of physical touch, the actual words thank you would never seem like enough. Any time he did something for her, she’d want to hug and kiss him… and if given the chance… suck the soul out of his dick too.

“He’s like a big ol’ teddy bear,” she said to Assad as he pulled out of the parking lot. “Yeah. And a grizzly bear when you fuck with him or anyone he loves.”

“Is that right?” Scarlett nodded. “Let me go talk to her.” “You can’t,” she rejected, stepping in front of him when he tried to step past her. “Why not? Did she leave?” “No. She. Um. I kind of… she’s unconscious.” “What I tell you about that shit?” he growled, taking her hand and leading her to the bathroom.

“You said I had to be a lady when I was with you, but I was in the bathroom. And she was talking shit!”

Facts lol

The worst thing a woman could do for herself was carry the weight of her childhood wounds and traumas into the relationships

“This isn’t meant to make you feel bad if you can’t have children. I just… I wanted to show you that you could give birth to other things. It’s not done, but I was going to write on your belly. Show you that you could be pregnant with purpose.

That you could give birth to creativity. That you could leave a legacy on this earth for being the mother of millions, not just one or two.”