Summary: Desire. A tale of love, deception and betrayal. Let the Mebony/Ramony battle begin.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing, the Tribe and the characters and the property of Cloud 9 and Mr. Thomas.
Chapter Seven
I woke up the next morning feeling wonderfully relaxed and tingling all over. I had never felt that way before, normally I was: sore, upset, angry or hungry but I had never before been satisfied.
Snuggling into the covers a little more I tried to remember why I felt so warm and content but the answer just would not come to me so I did not worry about it and allowed myself to drift back to sleep.
Honestly, I do not know if I would ever have got out of that bed if I had not heard someone entering the room.
I assumed that I was back at home with Ram having gone out for the morning to work and that that would be my maid Miriam.
Without much effort I flicked my hand towards the direction that I heard the person enter by and ordered, "I do not want breakfast today Miriam, go away".
"Aw poor little slut thinks that she is at home wrapped up in her bed away from the big bad", I heard a voice mock.
At the sound of his voice the memories of the night before came rushing back to me and I shot up in the bed, not worrying when the sheet dropped to reveal my full breasts.
"How dare you enter this room while I am sleeping", I fumed. Looking back on it I know that it was a foolish thing to say, yet at the time I was just so angry that I could not think straight. Not because he had done anything back but because he had made me let my guard down and because I knew that it would now be impossible for me to ever stop thinking about him.
"Well this is our room for the night so I do not see why I should not, besides you had no trouble falling asleep with me", he pointed out evilly.
"That was different", I huffed getting out of the bed feeling very angry and ready to hit him. I realised that I was standing there naked but it was not like I had anything to be ashamed of so I stood my ground, making sure that I did not flinch as he came closer.
"How so? Oh let me guess", he sneered, "you crave sex like all little bitches do and once you have got it you try and act all proper, well guess what sweetheart, it does not work like that, once a slut always a slut".
Although I now know that he only paid me so much attention because he knew that I was a match for him at the time that really affected me as I knew full well how dirty I felt for ever having let Ram touch me when I hated him. Yet what was even worse than that feeling was the way that my body betrayed me, loving it when he reached out and gently stroked the underneath of my breast to taunt me.
That damned smirk of his. I can still see it emblazoned in my mind. It got under my skin like a bad itch that I would gladly have ripped through my skin to get rid of.
Without thinking I slapped him as hard as I could about his face and as the resounding crack echoed through the room I was pleased to see his head loll back. For a few seconds I had achieved my goal but then he looked back at me, with that same smirk and announced, "You know Ebony, when a woman hits a man she is labouring the delusion that he is a gentleman. I'm not. If you do that again I will put you straight across my knees like a naughty child".
A chill ran up my spine at his words in slight apprehension as somewhere deep down I realised just how serious he was yet my nature stopped me from heading his words and I walked up to him sexily and mockingly licked my lips diverting his attention.
When I was sure that he was not paying attention to my hand I drew it back and …