Christmas with My Enemy (Feuding Hearts Christmas)

Chapter 19

nineteen

TATI

Beast and I are seated in one of the fanciest restaurants in Detroit. A plate of red fried snappers with sauce is before us, and beside the tray is a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc.

On one end of the table is a mini Christmas tree decorated with multicolored lights. In the background, Dolly Parton's "Jingle Bells" is repeatedly playing.

The atmosphere is spirited and romantic, especially because Beast is seated in front of me. He looks charming in the burgundy turtleneck shirt and black denim pants. I feel I'm the luckiest woman on earth.

"I'm glad we're no longer on the run." I slice a portion of the snapper and take a deep bite.

Beast nods with a glint in his eyes.

"Yeah. And more exciting is the fact that your father has accepted me."

He reaches for my hand across the table, caressing it.

"You didn't give up on me, thank you."

Beast places a passionate kiss on the back of my palm.

"You're welcome. I won't ever give up on you." He lets go of my hand. We continue to eat, stealing romantic glances at each other.

"How did you find out Stacks was Nate's killer?" I wipe my mouth with the napkin and set it on the table.

As he raises the wine glass to his lips, my eyes flick to Santa's smiling face painted on the glass. A chuckle escapes my mouth because it's comical. Now, I love Christmas.

"Clyde confessed when I caught him trying to poison me."

My eyes bulge. "What? He tried to kill you?"

Beast lets out a vigorous nod. "Sometimes when I get too busy to eat, Clyde reminds me or get something for me eat. That night he did the usual, but I was in no mood to eat. Asked him to eat it. What I saw next was a gun pointed at me. Then he mentioned that he tried to poison but since I didn't eat it, he'd figured a gun would do the job. We fought, and I knocked him down."

"Jesus Christ! That bastard!"

"Then he confessed that Stacks killed, Nate your late brother just satisfy his dream to be the king of the hood. Marrying you was hotshot for him because he'll kill your father, and take over the hood at once."

"Stacks will never rest in peace. He'll rot in the deepest part of hell. If I told you he's our closest family friend, would you believe me?"

Beast raises a shoulder. "This days, close friends are more dangerous than the enemies you know."

"God! And poor Nate trusted him when he was alive. I was the odd one who resented him to the core."

I shake my head in amazement. "Dad has so many enemies and he thinks one of them must be responsible for Nate's death.

They made my life a living hell because they were scared of the enemy. Turns out the enemy was right under our noses."

Beast leans his elbows on the table, eyes steady on me.

"All that is your past now. So don't let it ruin our happy mood. I'm sure Nate is happy we finally found his killer. And if people remember their enemies in after life, I bet Nate's probably putting the boots in Stacks’ head right now."

I chuckle at the humor edging his tone.

"You're right. He'll rest in peace now. Thank you. You can into my life and now it’s full of bliss. I hated Christmas but now, with you in my life. . . I'm gonna cherish every holiday. Thank you, Beast."

Warm tears well in my eyes as I speak.

Beast shoves out a white handkerchief.

"I don't want to see any tears in your eyes." He gets up and makes a few steps near my chair. He stoops, dabbing my eyes, and a chuckle escapes my mouth between sniffing. "Everyone's staring at us." He turns back to see the faces staring in our direction.

"They haven’t see nothing." He stands straighter, gawking at me as if he's contemplating whether to do something or not.

"What?"

He pulls out a red box from his pocket and flips it open.

A gasp jumps out of my mouth when I see a diamond ring. Before long, everyone in the restaurant now had their eyes fixed on us. I spot some recording the moment on their phones.

"I'm not so good with words, so I'll just go straight to the point. I don't want any other future niggas to come between us. Not because I'm scared, but because I don't want to spend one night away from you again. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

He goes on bended knee and stretches the ring to me. I cover my mouth and nod just so I won't scream. "Yes, I'll marry you."

The diners cheer and clap their hands when Beast slides the ring onto my finger. I stare at it in pride, get up, and lock lips with him.

"Give it up for the latest couple tonight." One of the diners yells, and everyone applauds. I don't bother to look at them. Not while I'm relishing the feel of Beast's lips on mine.

Beast pulls me in and shuts the door. I've longed to have him in my arms since we were in the car. Damn, he's my soon-to-be husband, so stating my needs shouldn’t be a shameful thing.

He leans forward, nibbling my lips. The kiss intensifies, and my libido heightens.

"I want tonight to be all about you." He teases my earlobes, sending goosebumps throughout my body.

"I know you want me. Tell me what you want."

He takes my lips into his again, taking turns to suck on my lower and upper lips.

"I want to feel your dick deep inside me. Fuck me until my orgasm wets your dick.”

As I speak, I picture him shoving his penis in and out of my pussy. Now, my wetness is dripping on my panties.

He grins, then takes my lips.

His fingers trail at the hem of my dress, taking it up at a snail's pace.

He leans beside my neck, teasing it. "I'll do that and more."

He draws back, and within the snap of a finger, we strip each other. His hands cup my large breasts, guiding them to his mouth.

"Awwn." I throw my head back, moaning out loud.

As if he knows every part of my body longs for his touch, he caresses my thighs, proceeding to my vagina area. My heart pounds with arousal as he rubs my wet folds with two fingers.

I widen my thighs, and he slips his finger into my pussy's lips, rubbing them.

"Oh, feels good." My voice comes off as a whisper.

He scoops me off my feet and sits me on the couch like a doll.

He goes down on his knees. Widens my thighs. And sucks the hell out of my pussy.

My eyes roll upward, relishing his succulent tongue. Because I'm anticipating more, I tuck my knees on the couch and spread my thigh. He opens the lips of my pussy with both thumbs, brushing my rosebud back and forth.

"Eat me."

It's fucking stimulating, and my body is vibrating.

My clit is harder. Even my toes can't stop curling and uncurling.

The pleasure transmits to every muscle in my body, making them contract. I push my hips forward in the direction of his tongue.

"Aww, I love your tongue."

I'm pushing my hips faster because I'm close to the edge. I press my eyes shut, convulsing.

"Oh!" My liquid gushes out all over him. He stands straighter, then leans forward to take my lips.

He stands up, stroking his hard dark cock.

"Are you ready for this?" His eyes are glassy, and his voice cracks with arousal.

"More than ready." I drop my feet to the ground.

"Ache your back on the couch."

I'm desperate to have his cock in my pussy, so I do as he says.

He stands behind me and rubs my wet pussy with four fingers. He holds my hips and directs his cock into my pussy.

“Fuck me!"

I look behind, awaiting his movements.

My walls hold him tightly.

He closes his eyes and clenches his teeth. His hands grip my hips tightly.

"This is gonna be real fast. Can you take it?"

"I want it fast." Agitation makes my voice quiver.

He thrusts in and out like a hungry stallion. And me, like a mare on heat, meets his wild thrust. His dick is fucking thick in my pussy, transmitting euphoric pleasure all around my veins.

His pace is crazy, and I love it. He grips my hips, poking my hole and molding my breasts at the same time.

"Oh, fuck it." My voice quivers as I speak.

"I. Love. Your. Pussy ."

He pronounces the words one after the other because his breath's unsteady.

The couch creaks with the rhythm of his strokes.

He gets on my back with palms stroking my breasts while digging into my pussy.

His thrusts are fast and furious. His fierce thrust spreads fierce pleasure all over my body.

“Don’t stop,” I whimper in ecstasy as my orgasm wets his cock. At the same time, his liquid flashes inside me.

We both collapse on the chair with heaving chests.

"Sorry. I was hard on you."

"That's was magical. I love it."

His phone's alarm chimes. "It's midnight. Merry Christmas, baby." He sits up, gazing at me with a happy expression.

"Merry Christmas." He leans forward and kisses me.

Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas is you" pops up in my head. A smile draws on my face.

All I want for Christmas is my beast, Jamal Morgan.

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