EBONY
I turned over expecting to feel the warmth of Jett’s chest. Instead, his side was cold and empty. Confused, I got up, putting on my silk teddy and began to head downstairs. I stopped halfway when I heard voices—one was Jett, but the other was female. My heart sped up as I listened to the conversation.
“—you know you miss me.”
I already hated this woman. Why would Jett have a woman over late at night, and why would he miss her? My gut was beginning to churn, and I was feeling a cold pressure across my chest. We’d never discussed exes before, never had to, but of course, he would have one or two. He was fucking hot.
“Nic, I told you already—”
“Jett, I own you. Whoever has you so soft, doesn’t matter. She can be eradicated with a snap of my fingers. Remember that you'll always be mine.”
Anger built inside of me, but I needed to hear more. I needed Jett to kill this bitch for thinking she could have him and for threatening my life. He never would stand for someone threatening me. What did she have over him? It wasn’t something I wanted to hear, but I knew I had to.
“Nic… get out.”
“No.”
She was so confident, and Jett didn’t shoot her. No one spoke to Jett that way, not even me. As I watched her circle Jett like a shark circles its prey, something pushed me up from the seat I had taken on the stairs and ran into our bedroom looking frantically for something, anything that I could use against this woman. Who the hell did this bitch think she was? Jett was mine. I tried to reason with myself—he’d told her to get out, and she had refused. I just couldn’t get my head around the fact he was letting her talk back to him. Where was the Jett I knew?
Well, if he wasn’t going to do it, then I fucking would. I grabbed the knife from my nightstand and walked down the stairs watching with pure anger as this bitch shoved Jett down onto the couch and straddled his lap, her dress riding up over her ass cheeks.
“Nic… I told you…”
Why wasn’t he pushing her away? Why hadn’t he fucking killed her? Rage had me plotting where to strike first.
“Hush, Jett. This is going to happen even if I have to force you.”
I saw red. Did she just threaten my Jett? The first stab wound happened without my knowledge. It just happened. She arched inward from the blow, and I withdrew the blade, but she didn’t turn around. She slumped forward onto Jett which only angered me further. I continued to stab her in the back, one after the other, after the other. I didn’t look up at Jett, nor did he try to stop me. Blood sprayed all over my arms, body, and in my eyes, making it hard to see. I could see Jett’s face was covered as well, but he didn’t try to block the spray. Instead, he watched me as I stabbed this woman on top of him. I pulled her hair back and allowed her to fall to the floor with a thud.
She tried to reach up to me and grab the knife, blood spitting out of her mouth. It would have been enjoyable to watch her slowly die, but my anger was still so raw. I got down on my knees next to her and continued to stab her in all her vital organs. My vision was blurred, and I knew I was covered in this woman’s blood, but I didn’t care. Actually, my heart was racing with a buzz I didn’t understand.
I finally looked up at Jett from my position on the floor. He was staring down at me with such intensity I could feel it radiating off his body. His breathing was labored, his chest visibly rising and falling, his fists bunched at his sides, but he wasn’t mad.
I think he was turned on.
“Eb…”
I stood up and turned to him. He looked positively evil with his blood-splattered body hovering over mine.
He took the knife from my hand, dropping it on the floor and pulling me to him. He pushed the strands of hair stuck with blood to my face and brushed them back out of my eyes.
“Fuck,” he breathed into my ear. “I never thought I would ever feel this way, but I know for sure now. I fucking love you.”
That was it all it took. I claimed his mouth holding our blood-covered bodies together. Pulling his hair, I let him know I was the boss right now. He groaned, dropping down to his knees and moving the teddy up my thighs to reveal my naked pussy. I followed him down to my knees and claimed his mouth, pulling my body up on his. I wrapped my legs around his hips and ground my pussy against his pants. I could feel his cock straining against the fly.
Jett fell back onto the carpet behind him, and I took over ripping his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. Raking my nails down his chest, I made patterns with the blood seeping down my hands and onto his chest. His hands gripped my hips digging his into the flesh exposed by my lifted teddy. I unleashed his belt and ripped it from the loopholes flinging it across the room without a care where it ended up. I had no time. I needed him to be naked underneath me.
I pulled his pants down enough so that I could pull his hard cock free. It took no time at all for me to have him inside me. Our blood-spattered bodies slid all over as I tried to gain a rhythm. Jett held me tight as I moved up and down on him, my hands gliding over his chest as I worked for my orgasm.
Jett’s eyes were on mine as I sped up. This orgasm was going to rock me, but I knew I needed it. I needed him so bad I could barely stand it. Jett’s hands got tighter on my hips, and I ground into him deeper, his breathing more labored. His eyes told me everything I needed to know—that he would never let me go—but I was angry. Angry at him for allowing this bitch into our house and for allowing her to touch him. I slammed down onto him knowing I was causing him pain, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care that I was hurting him. He needed to know that behavior like that wasn’t going to be tolerated.
A few more moves, and he was arching his back off the ground shooting into me. I felt his cum inside me, and some form of victory was won on my part. I don’t know what it was or where it came from, but somehow I knew he knew there was no way out of this relationship. He’d made me into this broken mess, and he was stuck with me, just like I knew I’d never be rid of him. And for some reason, that made me hot for him all over again.
Jett flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees. Pulling my hair back, I could barely breathe as my throat pushed out, cutting off the air to my lungs. He slammed into me from behind one hand moving around to my clit and vigorously rubbing it.
I screamed out as the pain from my scalp and the pleasure from his rubbing and fucking went hand in hand to bring me to the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. I cried out as I came hard while looking over at the dead body left by the chaise where she had fallen.
The body I had killed for Jett.