Another Man’s Lies
Bas dialed another number, and as he waited for it to ring, Mel walked into the bedroom. “I need to talk to you,” she huffed, folding her arms over her breasts.
He held up his finger as someone picked up.
“What’s good, unc?”
“Yo, that nigguh was just over Cookie’s house. I want y’all to go over there, have her call him back, and tell him Tariq on his way. You know what to do when he get there,” Bas instructed.
“What about her? I ain’t tryin’ to do no dirt around that triflin’ bitch.”
“Fuck it, kill her too then. I don’t give a fuck. Just don’t miss this time,” Bas warned.
“We on it.”
Bas hung up. He wanted to make sure all Santiago’s loyal soldiers were dead. Especially Nazir. He was young but fiercely loyal and a cold-blooded killer. Bas knew Nas wasn’t in a position to be a thorn in his side, but he was definitely a pebble in his shoe.
He turned to Mel.
“Stay away from Eva, Bas. I don’t want you fucking her anymore,” Mel warned.
“Come on, ma. It ain’t that serious. I’m just havin’ a little fun.” He tried to grab her around the waist, but she pulled away.
“Yeah, well, you’ve had your fun. Dead it,” she hissed.
At first, she didn’t care about Bas raping her own daughter. A part of her wanted Eva to feel pain, to know what life was about (was the way Mel put it). But now it seemed as if Bas was paying more attention to Eva, and that, she wasn’t having.
She was also upset with herself for believing another man’s lies. Why did men always do that? At first, it’s all sweet, all promises and dreams . . . until they get what they want. Mel just wanted to be loved and not lied to. Her heart cried out, Is that too much to ask?
Bas pulled her close and kissed her gently. “You ain’t got nothin’ to worry about, baby. I’m forever addicted to this chocolate,” he crowed softly, running his tongue from her ear to her collar bone.
His caressing kisses felt so sweet, even though deep down she knew they came from a lying tongue. But Mel desperately wanted to believe that she hadn’t made a mistake. That she hadn’t helped a man whom she loved for a man that didn’t love her. She knew there was a big difference; she just hoped she made the right decision.
Bas pulled the sash of her silk robe, letting it fall open as he sank to his knees, kissing her bare stomach.
“Ohhhh,” she sighed softly, eyes fluttering like butterfly wings.
He cocked her leg up on his shoulder, pulling her panties aside and wrapping his lips around her clit.
“Oh fuck!” she cooed, back arched up against the wall.
Bas slid two of his massive fingers inside her pussy while he sucked and nibbled on her swollen clit. She gripped his ears, pulling his head into her, her mind gaga over the tongue action that had her pussy about to explode.
“Oh, Bas, I’m about to cum!”
“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my tongue,” he urged, the vibration of his words feeling like a vibration on her clit.
That’s all Mel needed, throwing her head back and releasing her nectar all over his mouth and chin.
“Damn, you taste so good,” Bas remarked, but in his mind it wasn’t Mel he was tasting . . .
It was Nina.