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  “Not so high and mighty now are you?!” Gabrielle cackled. “You’re never going to be woman enough for him!” Gabrielle was as smiles, until Charm started marching towards her.

  “Wha-what you gonna do?” Gabrielle asked, shakily. But Charm didn’t speak.

  “Baby girl,” Denzel tried to get in her way to stop her, but she shoved him from in front of her, nearly punching him in the balls. Her eyes were still far gone, so she had a one track mind right now. And it was focused all on Gabrielle. And Denzel couldn’t really fault her for that. Before Gabrielle could back away and try to run, Charm grabbed her by the bra straps and snatched her to the ground. Gabrielle hit the ground hard, at the force of the takedown. Amazingly, Charm was still in her heels, but that didn’t stop her. She knelt down next to Gabby and raised her closed fist.

  “Woman enough?!” Charm screamed. “You don’t know nothing about being woman enough!” She let her fist fly, connecting it with Gabrielle’s face.

  “I would do anything to have my babies, and here you are talking out ya ass, about being woman enough, when you willingly killed something that the man you supposedly loved made with you!” As Charm spoke, she kept punching at Gabrielle’s face. Gabby was on her back trying to fight, but only swinging open hands and scratching Charm on the arms and neck. She finally succeeded in getting away from Charm, as she pushed Charm away and began crawling on all fours to escape.

  “Get back here, bitch!” Charm growled. Denzel had never heard that tone of voice from Charm yet. It down right scared him. She was beyond angry. And he was sure it wasn’t just one thing that was fueling her anger. Charm grabbed at Gabby’s ankle and yanked her back. But this time, Charm straddled Gabby, holding her down on the ground. With one hand, she held the front of Gabby’s t-shirt, and with her other hand, balled into a fist she was throwing repeated right hooks into Gabby’s face. Damn, his soon to be woman was swinging like Muhammed Ali. Gabby was in tears, crying loudly, as Charm continued to fuck her up. When blood began to spatter all over Gabby’s shirt, Denzel figured he would break it up.

  “Alright, Charm, that’s enough,” Denzel said. He rushed over to her and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her off Gabby. But she held onto Gabby’s shirt and began shaking her as if trying to snap her neck. Denzel kept one arm around Charm’s waist and used the other to pry her hands from Gabby’s shirt. Once he finally got the separated, she started to fight him.

  “Get off me!” She growled.

  “No, Charm. That’s enough. You’ve won.”

  “Let me break that bitch’s face!” Charm screamed. “She got so much fucking mouth, but can’t back it up!”

  “Charm, baby, stop.” Denzel tried kissing her neck to calm her down but she was too far gone.

  “You better stay the fuck away from me, Gabrielle!” Charm shouted, as she tried to scratch and claw her way out of Denzel’s hold.

  “If you even so much as SNIFF in my direction, I’m-” Charm was too angry to even form words. She just tried reaching to yank for Gabby’s hair. Denzel slipped up, and let loose a little, and it was just enough for Charm to grab hold of Gabby’s hair and yank it. And when she had Gabby’s hair, there was no letting go. She yanked it back and forth, making Gabby’s neck snap back and forth. Denzel was afraid Gabby’s neck would fucking break.

  Brianna froze in place when she opened the gallery door and entered what she thought was a quiet gallery. James came in behind her and froze as well. Denzel was holding Charm by the waist trying to get her away from Gabby, while Charm was yanking on Gabby’s hair. Gabby’s face looked disfigured, and blood was pouring out of her nose and mouth.

  “Damn!” Brianna drawled. “You getting fucked up!” Denzel snapped his head over to the door when he saw Brianna and James standing there.

  “Don’t stand there, fucking help me!” Denzel shouted. Despite wanting to see Charm whoop Gabrielle’s ass, she reluctantly went over to held. She tried pulling Gabby away while James got Charm’s hands from Gabby’s hair. He had to make like he was going to break Charm’s wrist to get her hands off Gabby. Charm squealed in pain. Denzel looked at James.

  “Watch your fucking hands! I told you to help me, not to fucking hurt her.”

  “How else was I gonna get her hands off?” James exclaimed. With Gabby finally loose, she scrambled clear across the room away from Charm.

  “GET THE FUCK OUT!” Charm screamed at Gabby. “Don’t ever fucking come back here! I’ll ki-” Denzel slapped his hand over Charm’s mouth. If Gabby went to the police and Charm had outright said she would kill her, then that would cause more problems.

  “Gabby, just go,” Denzel snapped. She was disoriented, but she grabbed her things and ran out of the gallery, screaming and crying. Denzel uncovered Charm’s mouth.

  “Let me the fuck go!” She snapped. Seeing as Gabby was gone, he let Charm go. She stood tall, but she was shaking. He was about to comfort her until she turned around. He saw her open palm slap coming a mile away, and grabbed her wrist before her hand connected with his face.

  “Bad idea,” Denzel said. “What the fuck you tryna hit me for?”

  “How does she know?!” Charm shrieked. “How could she know about my miscarriage, unless you told her!”

  “No, Charm! I would never spread that kind of news about you! Especially to her! I didn’t tell her shit!” Charm snatched her wrist away from Denzel and turned to Brianna.

  “I ain’t tell her shit,” Brianna said, immediately.

  “Well someone told her! And she doesn’t know Terrell or Destiny. The only outsiders that know are the police. So unless someone’s fucking lying or she read the police file-” Charm looked at James and pointed a finger at him.

  “I’ve never seen that girl in my life until today,” he said. Charm screamed in frustration.

  “What’d she say?” Brianna asked.

  “That I’m not woman enough! That when Denzel wants to have babies, then he’s gonna go back to her, because I can’t give him kids because of my miscarriage!” She twirled around and looked at Denzel.

  “Is that true?!” She asked. Denzel could see the vulnerability in her eyes.

  “I’d never go back to her, Charm. Not after experiencing a woman like you.”

  “I get she must mean something to you, Denzel, but when she comes around, if you’re serious about us, then you need to reinforce our relationship. You need to show her how fucking serious you are about me! Just like you need certain things from me before we move on, I need certain things from you!”

  “I know, sweetie,” Denzel said calmly. Charm kicked off her heels.

  “I wonder if the bitch got far,” she headed towards the front door but Denzel grabbed her arm and held her back.

  “Aye, no more!” Denzel ordered. “If you need to release your anger then release it on me.” She snatched her arm away and glared at him. She charged at him, ready to punch him, but he grabbed her wrist, then grabbed the other one when she tried to hit him again. He held both wrists with one hand, and closed his other hand around her neck in a dominating position. She leaned forward and bit him on the lips, since that was her only way to attack him.

  “Fuck me,” she growled, as she bit his lips.

  “Not a fucking problem,” he replied. He let her wrists go then lifted her by the waist and carried her towards the office, where he slammed the door shut and locked them in. Brianna and James were left out in the gallery, staring at each other.

  “They’re usually quiet,” Brianna said. “So it won’t get too weird.”

  “Good, because I-” The sound of loud moans came from behind the office door, cutting James off. Brianna giggled as James shifted uncomfortably.

  “Come, let’s go to the basement. I can show you my work. And since most of them are stored down there we should just stay down there until they’re finished,” Brianna told him.

  “Good idea,” James said.

  Charm bit down on Denzel’s neck, as he yanked open her dress. Her bare breast
s spilled out, and he easily yanked her underwear down and off. Charm fought out of his hold. When he let her go, she turned towards him so she could get his dick out of his pants. The moment his heavy shaft fell into her hands, Charm dropped to her knees and shoved his shaft into her mouth. But because her adrenaline was through the roof, she could hardly take her time. She sucked him hard, then forced him further down her throat, despite his large size and what she could handle. Denzel held her head and fucked her mouth hard, giving her what she wanted. Trying to show some defiance, Charm drew her teeth down his shaft. He immediately pulled his dick from her mouth and glared down at her. She stood and pushed him against the door. Without warning, she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. She took control, reaching down to feel his shaft, to align it with her opening. But Denzel reached under her as well and pulled his shaft from her grip. She tried biting his lip again.

  “Give me my dick,” she gritted, sinking her nails into his shoulders.

  “You’re gonna get your dick,” he stated. “You’re the one that needs to be fucked. Not the other way around.” Denzel turned around placing her against the wall roughly. He lifted her legs, placing them in the crook of his arms, so he could spread her wide. She watched him with fierce eyes, as he pushed his tip towards her opening. Her insides were coated with juices ample enough to support his entry, but he only slipped his tip inside her. She immediately showed her displeasure, by reaching out and yanking at his shirt. She balled the material up in her first and tried to handle him like she’d just handled Gabby, but that wasn’t going to work with him.

  “Let me go,” he ordered. But she held on. “Charm,” he tried to warn her. But she only gripped at his shirt tighter.

  “I told you what the fuck I wanted, Denzel! I don’t have time for the teasing and the games! So I need you to put it in me and-” Denzel cut her off, by slamming into her, burying himself to the hilt. Her mouth opened wide as she screamed in ecstasy. Denzel didn’t give her time to recover. He pulled out immediately, and began stroking her with hard even thrusts. Her grip on his shirt turned from one of dominance to one where she just needed something to hold onto. She held onto him, moaning hard as she stared right into his eyes. The only time they broke eye contact was when her eyes were rolling to the back of her head. He began thrusting up, hitting her G-spot. He could feel the rough spot on his tip and he made sure to grind against it.

  “No, not yet,” she moaned, pushing at his chest, trying to create separation between them. In that moment, Denzel thanked Charm for her flexibility. He stepped in closer to her, nearly making her thighs touch her chest. He buried his dick inside her and stroked her deeply, without pulling too much out. He wanted her to feel everything at once.

  “Don’t fight me,” he gritted, as she tried to push at his chest again. “The harder you fight, the harder I’m gonna fuck you,” Denzel told her. But that didn’t seem to deter her. She kept fighting, and Denzel just held her tighter, and tighter, and continued stroking her.

  Charm felt her walls break. She’d been trying to hold him off, but he wouldn’t be stopped. His girth was stretching her deliciously, while his fat tip was pounding against her G-spot, and she just couldn’t hold out anymore. She came hard, bucking against the wall. Denzel quickly moved her away from the wall and towards the desk. He swiped at the desk sending everything on the desk crashing to the floor. He set her on the desk, still with her legs hooked over his arms, drilling her deeply. When she looked between their bodies, she could hardly see any of him. He had made sure to bury himself in her. And if she tried to push at him, he would just go deeper. Charm clenched her muscles tight. Denzel shuddered and pulled out of her immediately.

  “Don’t even try that,” he smirked, knowing she was trying to get him to bust. “Not until you’ve gotten what you needed.” He tapped his heavy arousal against her clit, making her tremble as she started to come again. He entered her just as she was coming. He groaned and grinded slowly, as he savored the way her walls trembled around him in her orgasm. He lifted her legs from the crook of his arm and straightened them against his chest. When he leaned forward, he slipped further into her. Charm’s eyes went wide at the new angle. He continued to pump and grind in her while she bucked and gasped. She reached under his shirt and began drawing her nails along his skin. He groaned at the slight sting of the scratches, pummeling her with stroke, after stroke. He wanted her to come multiple times, in hopes that by the time they were done, she would be too high off the sex to even think about fighting, or being upset, so he was holding himself back from busting a nut for as long as he could. But it was hard when your woman felt as good as Charm did.

  “Oh my God, again,” she gasped, as her legs shook against his chest. She was trying to fight him off again so she didn’t come to hard, but Denzel didn’t stop his strokes. She punched and scratched him. The harder she fought, the harder he pounded into her, so much, that the force of the thrust, had them rolling off the desk and onto the floor. Denzel slipped out of her in the fall. At that point, he wasn’t even focused on checking if she was okay. He just wanted to get back inside her. But Charm had her own plans. She tried to straddle him to get back into control. Denzel stopped her midmotion and brought her back down to the ground. He turned her on her side and pressed her top leg over his shoulder before he was inside of her again. He pinned her down as he continued to fuck her. That didn’t mean she stopped fighting however. She continued scratching him, and even reached back and grabbed his locks, yanking on it. He pried her hands from his hair before pulling out of her and turning her on her stomach. He pinned her legs closed with his knees, and straddled her as she lay prone. She continued to try and reach back and assault him, so he took her wrists and pinned them above her head. She couldn’t move her legs, because he had them pinned, and now he was holding down her wrists. She was all his for the taking. And when he entered her, she knew she was done for. She thought getting fucked prone would be uncomfortable, but being the man Denzel was, he entered her slowly, giving her time for her body to adjust before increasing the velocity and the pace of his strokes. With him deep in her stomach, he leaned over and bit her ear.

  “This dick is all yours,” he grunted. “Not Gabby, not anyone else’s. You hear me?” Charm only moaned in response. Denzel bit her earlobe.

  “I can’t fucking hear you,” he gritted.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  “Say yes, Denzel,” he added.

  “Yes, Denzel,” she gasped. “Your dick belongs to me.”

  “And… If you ever doubt that again, Charm; I’m gonna tie you to my bed and fuck you nonstop, until you get it through your head. I got enough dick to last you a lifetime. Got that?”

  “Yes, Denzel,” her raspy moans filled his ear, giving him delight. With one hand holding her wrists down, his other hand was free to wrap around the front of her neck.

  “Cum on your dick,” he demanded, lowly, in her ear. “Mark it with your cum and tight walls.” Denzel saw her eyes roll and then her mouth fell open. It felt like he was being electrocuted, as her walls tightened, then released as her floodgate flew open. She screamed out his name repeatedly, as cream covered his shaft.

  “FUCK!” Denzel pulled out of her quickly, as he came hard, spilling his seed, yet again, all over her perfect bottom. Her body twitched under him, then finally she went lax. Denzel rolled off of her and laid on his back on the ground next to her. He could see she was breathing heavily and her eyes were closed.

  “Baby girl?”

  “Hm?”

  “Are you alright?” He asked.

  “I think my vagina is gonna be out of commission for a week. I hope you can last that long without sex.” Denzel chuckled, and sat up, while she flipped over to lay on her back.

  “I’ve had to hold out for much longer in past relationships,” he said.

  “I know you’re talking about her. You can say her name, not like I’m gonna all of a sudden forget her.” She opened her eyes and l
ooked at him.

  “I don’t suppose you can forget her. Not after the way you fucked her up.” Charm looked at him with soft eyes. Even though she handed Gabby an ass whooping, the woman still looked an innocent as they come.

  “I don’t think any less of you for the fight, Charm. I may tease you about it, but you stood up for yourself and did what you had to do. Gabby was wrong for what she said and deserved her ass whooping. But don’t let it consume you. Try and move on from it. If you keep thinking about those hurtful things, all you’re gonna wanna do it fight.” Charm nodded, knowing he was right.

  “I’ll try my best,” she replied.

  “Rest for a minute and then we gotta clean this place up.”

  Chapter Eleven

  When Charm and Denzel exited the office, James and Brianna were sitting on the bean bags, having pizza.

  “Welcome back,” Brianna giggled. Charm knew she was in for a teasing when they came out. Especially since she knew she hadn’t been quiet like other times.

  “Hey,” Charm said, weakly. Instead of sitting on a beanbag, she sat on one of the chairs Denzel had brought up earlier when he had the lesson with Gabrielle. Denzel went to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water to bring to her. He opened it and handed it to her.

  “Drink,” he said, softly. She smiled at him and took the bottle and gulped down half the bottle.

  “Must have had a good workout,” Brianna teased. Denzel looked at her.

  “Not a good time,” he told her. Brianna realized how distant Charm looked, and she didn’t even sound like herself. She figured the sex would get Charm back to normal. Even though Charm was relaxed, she did look like she had a lot on her mind.

  “Has anyone spoken to Jason?” Charm asked.

  “I did,” Brianna answered. “He said he’s coming as soon as he’s finished work. I told him about everything that happened.” Charm nodded.