Heinrich’s Prologue
"Basquiat."
Nyla spoke her safe word and I felt as if I'd just been kicked in the chest, and there was nothing more I could do. The word was in the air and we both know that words can't be taken back. Especially the word that kept her safe from me emotionally, and physically.
"Do you have a safe word? If not, choose one. When you say that word, this all stops." She thinks for a moment and replies, "Basquiat. I'd like it to be Basquiat."
"Basquiat it is."
That was our conversation when she chose her safe word, and no matter how hard I pushed her she never broke. She spoke her word and I will admit that I was hurt, and fucking surprised.
To use it tonight out of all nights, and after that rat bastard kissed her in the mouth in front of me, as if to show me who she belonged to.
She's. Fucking. Mine. She belongs to me, not him, and not any other man. Nyla is my goddess, but her word was in the air, and the hurt I'd caused shook me out of my daze. I loosened my grip on her wrist and I watched my goddess shed tears for the man she used to love, and the man she now was going to marry.
Time stood still as I moved my hands to her sweet face and I gazed my goddess in her eyes, and I was seconds from dropping to my knees when she stepped back. But my reflexes caught her and I kissed her forehead as I felt the crack in my chest. I ached all over but my chest was raging with the thunderstorm raging in me.
Before losing my temper and control I swiftly grabbed the velvet box from my suit jacket, and enclosed it in her beautiful hand. But not before I placed a regretful kiss to her honeyed skin, and I made sure it was the one without the pricks ring on it.
I retreated to my town car before I made an even bigger fool of myself. I'd come here to claim her and not just to claim her body. I'd come back to claim my goddess's heart.
Clover told me better late than never, and at the thought I scoffed as the town car maneuvered through traffic. Late was a fucking understatement, and now I would have to wait for my goddess to return.
Was it cocky that I knew she would come back or was I psyching myself up for the fight that I was now up against. I never thought I'd say this, but I'd wait for her however long it would take. As a master at chess due to my precision, and patience, I knew the game had just begun.
"Goddess this isn't over."
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