All Chapters of His Don His Damnation : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Good girl."It is only when he says it to me that it is my ruin. I am addicted to this man. I love him."Pay attention," he growls out to me.I blink up at him. His expression is tight with irritation. I'd gotten lost in my mind about him, but goddammit, he's something else—and all fucking mine.He hums again, claiming my mouth as he looms over me, his body wound up to take what it wants. His tongue enters again, and we wrestle and fight for dominance, fingers probing, neither wanting to let go—until I give in and let him take the control and deepen the kiss.A rash touch on my jaw tilts my head further, sending a blast of heat behind. My mind gets muzzy with desire, my blood ten degrees hotter, and each caress of his thumb on my jaw sends shivering electricity coursing through me.All the dreams I've ever had about him the last few weeks, all the craving that's filled me with warmth, are now being fulfilled. He consumes me, and I'm ravenous for more of him. Each nerve is firing in r

His teeth grind the more he stares at it. Red. Fucking. Roses. Of all the damn colors to send somebody, Tenz Jer'sey had to choose the one that makes his stomach churn and eyes sting. His fist tightens further. Red. The color that's supposed to be used by lovers. Is that what he's after? He didn't want her before, so now that he has her, he's getting cold feet? The idea of Tenz Jer'sey so much as touching Kyoline Diego once more, of him being close enough to hear the sound of her laughter in a room, of him hearing the noises she makes when she climaxes, turns his stomach to lead. Over his dead body. Or his. One way or another, he won't get to put his hands on her. Ever. He takes a deep breath, his lip twisting at the corner as he scowls at the damned vase of flowers. "Fuck this." His fist slams the vase onto the counter. Breaking glass does not bother him. The house is silent, the children in school and Kyoline Diego out with Pella and Nikki for a girls' birthday brunch. His boots

Next to him is his uncle, but despite his presence, he’s completely bewildered by what’s going on around him. He hears the prayers being said, but everything feels like it’s seeped in a thick fog. But this is his reality now. Because his Mommy and Daddy are dead. And he’s been left all alone in this world. All because of what the adults keep calling a drive-by shooting. People are swarmed around him—the family and the men his Daddy worked with. He’s not sure exactly what Daddy did at work each day, but he thinks it’s why he and Mommy got shot. He chokes back his tears, trying to keep them at bay as the two expensive caskets are lowered into the black ground. He’s managed to keep his tears back all morning—in the church, while people murmured words he scarcely heard, while memories of the people he loves most in the whole wide world tumbled through his mind. Because his uncle’s told him that it’s not okay to cry. He says we’re made men, whatever that means—he thinks it’s something to

It’s concerning that she’s this distraught.Maybe it’s the first dead person since her father that she’s known personally.His brow crinkles as he steps into the dark room.“Ky? Give me a sign you’re breathing here.”She briefly lifts her head from the pillow.The mascara she’s wearing is smeared and her eyes are red.He doesn't know how to be comforting or consoling."These… things, um, happen, Ky."There is a small sound that slips out of her before she turns away again."Ky…"He stands up to move towards her."I just need to be alone for a bit, please."Her voice is soft.His hand freezes in the middle of its movement, dropping to the bed between them."Right."He steps back from the bed.Why is she behaving like this?They were buddies, but she promised it was just friends and nothing else."Are you going to eat?""I'm not hungry, thanks."The progress they've made seems to be going nowhere.That birthday cake.The necklace.The card that took him fucking hours to write.And every

"is that why he has not come home tonight?" L'oreal adds."I do not know.C'mon, I'll tuck you in," Deborah replies.Their conversation fizzed out, and once more they were alone.She swallows another gulp of air before slumping to the ground,She sits on the chilly floor for an instant, trying to get the taste of bile off her mouth.She hadn't felt so sad crying for Tenz Jer'sey.And she hopes Cat M'noo's okay for all the ways she's been mean to her.Grasping for another breath, she gets up.Maybe she's just starting her period on top of everything else.That would explain everything—her overblown emotions and being sick.But it does look kinda late in the month for that kind of thing.What if…She freezes there.Her head is stopped up and weighed down, but she goes through the days of the week in her head, marking them off as they pass.That can't be right.It can't be right…She risks getting up slowly to pick up her phone.She flips open the calendar."Fuck."Her curse is a murmur