“I don’t trust you. You might bite me,” I barked at her.
“I wouldn’t. After the way Sonya has treated you, don’t you deserve a woman that will put your needs first? A woman that will treat you like the leader you truly are?”
Giving in momentarily to my desire, I reached out and rubbed my hands all over her breasts. I felt my penis hardening.
“I will lick all of the juices out of you,” she promised. “Let me make you happy.”
“I’m a married man,” I told her, pulling my hand back and forcing myself to resist.
“You’re a Muslim man. Doesn’t the Quran say you can take more than one wife?”
I was a little surprised that she knew anything about my religion, but that didn’t mean I trusted her. She was a still a Duncan, after all.
“Take me as your wife, X. Let me show you what my lips and tongue can do.” The sexual images were returning to my imagination, and it made me angry. I could not let her get the upper hand.
“No!” I lashed out. “I will do to you what I want. I am the man. If I take you, I take you my way.” I rushed over to her, pushing her skirt up to her waist so that she was completely exposed.
Opening my pants and releasing my rock hard dick, I then reached down to spread her legs apart. I couldn’t wait to plunge into her.
I heard a thud and turned around to see Elijah entering the room. He had dropped the takeout food containers he’d been carrying. “What the—What are you doing?” He pushed me away from Sasha.
“I’m taking her as my wife,” I answered as I pulled myself together and zipped my pants. “The Duncans took Sonya from me. I will take her as a replacement.”
“You are a man of God. If you touch her, then you are no better than your wife. Is that what you want? To go against Allah?” Elijah said, taking off his jacket and covering Sasha’s naked body with it.
“I am a man of God, but I am also a man,” I reminded him.
“No! You are supposed to be better. You are supposed to be a leader, one who lives as an example.”
“I am an example.”
“Are you all right?” Elijah questioned the whore.
“I’m fine,” she said, trying to sound like a wounded bird rather than the temptress she had been a few minutes ago.
“Don’t be fooled, Elijah. This girl is not some saint. She is a whore!” I warned him.
“It’s not her I’m starting to feel fooled by,” he snapped, glaring at me.
Vegas
36
With Pops coming home from the hospital, Ma wanted all of us at the house for Sunday dinner. I guess she was trying to make things as normal as possible, despite the fact that he was still in a coma and damn near brain dead.
After I met with my Asian friend Tommy Young, I confiscated one of the new red Ferrari Spiders that came into the shop, to pick up Marie in the Bronx. With everything going on, I hadn’t seen Marie since that night at the brothel with Conrad. The two of us had a lot of catching up to do.
We’d just hit the Rockaway Freeway when I noticed that Marie seemed to be in her own world. Neither of us had spoken much during the hour-long drive, but I just assumed that it had something to do with the fact that I had barely let the car go under ninety miles per hour since we hit the highway. Now I wasn’t so sure.
“You okay?” I asked.
She didn’t respond. She just held my hand as her eyes welled up with tears.
“Marie, you okay, baby?” I repeated my concern, but she still didn’t reply, unless the stream of tears sliding down her face counted. “You know I love you, right?”
“Yes, but for how long?” The waterworks just got worse.
“Marie, what’s going on?” I pulled the car over at the beach about five blocks from the house.