She fell in his arms helplessly and full of energy for sex for the first time. Brian paused to behold the look on her face; it was a potable look yet anxiety-driven; something that wanted more of him from time immemorial. He stared at her while she gently undressed herself. She was done removing her dress, and as she did, she locked eyes with Brian still yet to believe that the cutest and best of all men was about to savage her vagina; may be his mind was made up finally to take this path of fate with her.It had been a long time coming; from way back at the farm, she had thrown her charm at him only to get disappointed. Her eyes remained switched with his as she located the hook on her brazier and unlocked it giving him the full charismatic view of her mediumtan, pointed-nipple breast that weighed down on her cleavage; just the way heavy paw-paw weighed down from its branches.“Are you emotionally ready for this?” Brian asked coldly with considerate gaze.Her heart skipped, before
“Bitch!” he cursed Ciara, even more intense with his eyes that was full of fire as he stepped into the sitting room, advancing to Ciara and she drifted away from him. “Where the hell have you been all the while I have been pressing the bell, and yelling into the speaker? Are you stupid?”“I… I” she stuttered wishing she could keep calm and confident to face the beast of a husband, “I have been in deep sleep and I… I barely knew you were at the door even when you spoke into the speaker,” she narrated kept her distance to avoid slap from landing on her face because she noticed his hands were trembling as one handling a hot pot.”You were deep in slumber? What is it by the time? And you are still in your nightie, looking horrible and unkempt, uh. I don’t know why I made you my wife,” he nagged, rolling his eyes at her and breathing uneasily. “I want you to give me just one reason I should continue calling you my wife.” He gestured with his hands and started off again advancing to her and
“Bastard!” Brian cursed and spat at him twice, watching him jerk and convulse heavily and continuously before yet a shot jerk and then stopped abruptly.Ciara lay helplessly on the edge of the wall with her tongue stuck out and her eyes drawn and deprived of life, and her limbs hurt and threatened to part her body. Promptly, Brian was already kneeling to her and felt how cold and fragile her body was now, like that of a new born baby left in a pool of water for a long time- her skin almost bulging away from her bones. He tapped her on the cheeks.“Ciara! Ciara!” he called, as fear and terror molded up on his face the moment he beheld her eyes shutting as one taking her final bow of death. He shook her furiously and tapped her harder on the cheeks but it only succeeded in making her eyeballs roll inwardly and upward, showing much of her sclera with her iris disappearing permanently. “Come on, Ciara.” He called, kissed her and she managed to return her iris back into position, but onl
They were in the Audi saloon now.Before Brian twitched the ignition he breathed uneasily, stole a glance at Ciara to see her eyes were redder than he had thoughts.She barely could stare back as Brian was by all means trying to lock eyes with her. All she could do was stare between her thighs, fondled with the hem of her dress threw her gaze outside the window and return it between her thighs yet again.“Hope you are OK now. You need to perk up. I will drive to a restaurant where we can perch until it is late hour so we can dispose of the corpse.”She cut in immediately, “Won’t it stink?” she spoke raising her hand to gesture how scared she was. And when she did Brian could see the bruises that striped her hands even when he cast his gaze on her neck. They were a handful of reddened bruises that wired across her neck, and he perceived other parts of her body had same irritating bruises too.He replied, “it won’t stink besides I will park the car out of the reach of anyone. And look
When they got outside the joint, they were puzzled and brought to a standstill when they saw a police officer resting on the trunk of their Audi. Just by the corner was a police car with a glowing siren light that spun across the atmosphere.“What is happening?” asked Ciara, feeling the sweat that built on her palm which was locked into Brian’s hand. She barely could swallow hard, “Are they after us? Have they found the corpse?” she asked, gazing upon Brian’s face.Brian didn’t want to ignore her but for the dramatic scene that was happening around his car. His eyes darted inquisitively as he watched the police officer stare at his car suspiciously. He noticed a party of police men was at the other casino building, gathered around a man who was explaining something to them, while this s lone police man rested on his car, exactly on the trunk where they hid the corpse.“I just wonder why he chose to rest on our car of all the cars parked out there.” Brian murmured, still staring at the
Brian had his face to the wall and his back to the door that led to the bathroom. Immediately they entered the hotel room, he hastened into the bathroom and had a warm mild bath and after which he went into the Jacuzzi and suffused his body in a cold water, with a cup of orange juice in hand, when he came out of the Jacuzzi, sipping his orange juice he met Ciara still standing at the window through which she fed her eyes with the ocean view. He knew she was pondering over the past events and he expected the days ahead to be dramatic for them.He snorted behind her hair and she turned swiftly and caught sight of his bright alluring face which shone in the glory of the night. “You need to stop thinking, run your bath and then have some rest, we have had a stressful day,” he spoke in mumble, still drying his hair with a part of the towel while the other part covered his laps and penis.She swirled around and could perceive much of the fragrance soap he bathed with, and her eyes were u
The blow Eva gave Oliver on the head some months ago had healed and left on him a maddening scar that ran across the lower side of the rear skull. Every day when he saw the twilight at dawn, his mind would shift to the scar and he would appear before the mirror to stroke and behold the lasting scar a girl.A total stranger inflicted on him just because he was trying to discipline his girlfriend, Ciara. Prior to the healing of the scar, he had two thick bandages round his head, which restricted him most of the time from his normal drug pushing on the street and personal activities around the country. Upon sight, with the bandage round his head, he easily court the attention of friends and sympathizers whom he usually told a lie whenever they threw him questions about the bandage round his head. In no distance time the news making the round was that Oliver narrowly survived an auto-crash.Only Eva and Ciara knew the actual accident that happened to Oliver and most of the time on the str
“I can’t recall the last time I had dinner with a woman,” said Oliver, sipping his flute of wine and anxiety curled up his lips as he stared into her face happily.“Most of the dinner I had only succeeded in making me regrets having them,” Eva’s mother replied, stretched her hand to a pack of cigar which Oliver had included as part of their recipe.“Do you smoke?” he asked, shooting his curious needy eyes at her.“I am an occasional smoker,” she replied, taking off the cigar from her lips so as to speak freely and confidently, “Also after good, satisfactory fuck I smoke so you see I am an occasional smoker.” Finally she took the cigar into her tiny pink, kiss-it lips and caught it in the blue flame of the butane lighter.Oliver wanted to know of her age, but he would never forget the embarrassing experience in the past, when he asked some random girls on the street about their age; and how they cursed and nagged at him.He had only come to realize that only a few women were comfortabl