Destiny's Way Sneak Preview Part II
Once the night ended and all the guest were gone, Destiny pulled the blinds and sipped her wine, staring at the sparks coming from the fireplace. Haze let himself in through the garage. Destiny jumped up and met him at the door.
"You can't come here anymore, Haze. Get your things and go," she screamed.
"What's wrong witcha girl?"
"You have da nerve to ask what's wrong wit' me! Haze you know what's wrong. There's no love between us. I'm done, tired, don't want your company anymore. We're through,done. What more can I say? Tired of your deceit."
She flagged him, turning her back. He grabbed her arms and ripped her shirt, pulling her breast out.
"You know I run this."
"Huh?" she giggled. "You can't be serious."
He sucked and slurped her breast as she smacked him repeatedly in the face.
"Get off me. You're crazy. Da only thing you run is you and those crazy chicks."
"You like it rough. I know what you need," he said as he threw her against the marble counter.
"I'm tellin' you. If you violate me. You gon have a problem."
"You're threatenin' me. You want me any otha time," he smirked.
"Neva wanted you. Just settled for you."
"Oh, settled, huh?"
He pushed his erect manhood deep inside her, thrusting in and out.
"Go 'head. Enjoy yourself because this gon be your last time tasting my cream."
She thought about Olfie and how he pleased everyone at her dinner, hours before. She thought about Brice's body, the pictures he had just texted her while they were role playing via phone. She was soak and wet, dripping fluids down the maple cabinets.
"Seems like you da one enjoyin' yaself, leakin' everywhere."
He pulled out and sucked her fluids, then he stuck his tongue deep inside her, sucking and licking.
"Please. Please," she moaned.
"Oh, you want more."
Little did he know, it wasn't him that she was yearning. She only saw Brice's face, body and smelled his love. The garage door opened again. A woman garbed entered, holding a gun. Destiny couldn't mumble a word. She reached under the counter for her pistol. The masked woman let off six rounds, then quietly exited.
"Haze. Haze," Destiny whispered.
To be continued. . . . .
Copyright © Alyce C.Thompson Books, Inc. 2010


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