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“That yuh get when yuh wear them thing yer round me,” he whispers.

He knows.

“Know yuh feel it mon, but you nuh feel nuh’n yet.”

I feel him run his palms against the skin of my ass. He glides his big hands against my smooth globes in a circular motion, before he gives them a harsh slap. I jerk forward with a laugh. When I look up at him, his eyes are half lidded, fixed on my body. I smile smugly. I know my body is a work of art! ‘Put that on my own Mama… on my hooddd… I look flyyyyy… I look gooddd!’

He palms his bulge before shaking his head. “Jah know.” His eyes drop to my gold thong. They’re telling me exactly what he wants.

“Talk to me nuh,” I encourage, my eyes glinting with lust. Is this me, Zara Williams? It is. And I’m astonished by my behavior. You just needed a gangster to unleash your demons.

I look at the big, empty mansion before meeting his stare. “I can moan as loud and as long as I want.”

His stare shifts from being sexy to being straight up intimidating. This is the Bad man rizz? I seeeeee.

There’s something about his steely stare. I blush. Wah dis mi a do to miself? I could run right now.

“You sure Zara?” he asks, his eyes are still barely open.

“Aum... ” Watch har a ketch har fraid.

I glance around before I meet his stare again. “Why you ask if mi sure?” I ask hesitantly.

“Cause,” he heaves a sigh. “Honestly, mi still have some leftover anger in me from earlier. It make me drink up a lot of Henny and smoke a few spliff before mi drop a yuh foot.”

“So?” I prompt, sounding so naively confused.

“Don’t bother feel man a reject you enuh,” he tells me.

“So, what is it then?” I ask, eyes curious. He just stares, silence fills the space between us, only heat in his gaze.

“Mi ago ruff cause of the anger, yuh zi mi?”

I raise a brow at him. “Okay,” I say, unconvinced.

I turn, feeling like a total—I don’t even know. I offered sex and he’s... he’s... rejecting me? Mi wah go a mi yard. Shame a kill mi!

“Zara,” he calls and I face him.

“Mi know how yuh stay enuh, mi nah reject yuh. Yuh nuh see how man stand up stiff fi yuh?”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding in. “Then why you a use that as excuse, bout you a go ruff? Which woman want soft man?” I hiss. “Me lef mi ex cause of that. Me could a deh back with him, but a nuh that mi want.”

I am not a fragile little flower. I am a woman. A strong willed, determined woman who always gets what she wants. And right now?

“Wah you want?” he asks huskily, breaking my train of thought.

“Me deh with a badman now of course me want yuh ruff,” my words sound unfamiliar. I’m impressed.

“I’m trying to be free and not just live,” I admit. “I’m always laid back, I want to be alive. That’s why I chose this.”

He grabs my throat and I stare in his eyes. “Make me be real with yuh,” he starts. “When me say me a go ruff, me mean barbarously. It’s like, to how mi feel right now... Mi just wah cum. Mi go deh release mi stress in a yuh and a hurt yuh in the process.” He runs his free hand through his plaits as he tries to find the right words.

“Mi know you a put effort in a this, so you a expect an amazing first time. And as much as mi just wah carry yuh in a mi house and lock yuh down, til all a morning yuh still a cum, mi want it special, mi want make love to yuh,” he asserts, his voice genuine.

“Okay,’’ I nod. “I understand.”

“You sure?” he tilts his head.