When Love Calls (Chapter Seventeen)

THE GRAND MILLENNIUM CONDOMINIUMS  
Manhattan, New York  
Upper West Side  

Marcus switched the bag of Gin to his other hand. He pressed in the up button to the elevator. He definitely will not be staying.  
 
“The woman did advise me; we will not be playing house any longer.”  
 
The elevator doors opened.  
 
Marcus stepped on and pressed the tenth-floor button.  
 
The elevator doors slowly closed and then ascended.  
 
Zaniyah centered the wicker basket of piping hot rolls in the center of the table. She walked out the dining room, into the living room. She walked over to her entertainment stand and pressed in the CD power button.  
 
The soothing sounds of Kenny G floated throughout her condominium.  
 
Marcus stood on the opposite side of Zaniyah’s door. He took a deep breath before knocking.  
 
“It’s open.”  
“Fuck.”  
 
Now he has to enter her residence. So much for just standing at the door, and keeping the conversation light, and then leaving he thought.  
 
Marcus opened the door to Zaniyah’s condominium He entered her residence and pushed the door close. He turned around. His eyes traveled up from a pair of black stilettoes, to a pair of creaming olive-skin toned thighs. Marcus sucked his breath in.  
 
A black thong hugged the mound of a good and tight pussy. An initialed belly ring rested against a flat abdomen. The bustier emphasized the size of her breasts. Tendrils hung at the temples of an upswept hairstyle.  
 
“I’ve made us dinner, in case, you did not return. And I’m hurt because you never had any intentions of returning.”  
 
Marcus paid attention to Zaniyah’s glossed lush lips as they moved.  
“Marcus, I’m speaking to you.”  
 
“Yeah baby.”  
“Could you go and wash your hands, our dinner is ready to be consumed.”  
“But I’m not stay…”  
 
Marcus looked at Zaniyah’s retreating back.  
 
Damn, the back view was more pleasant than the front view he thought.  
 
“Dinner Marcus,” Zaniyah threw over her shoulder.  
 
Marcus walked into the kitchen and walked over to the sink. He set his bottle of Gin down on the kitchen counter.  
 
Zaniyah returned to the kitchen, she walked over to where Marcus stood. She palmed his gluteus and softly squeezed them.  
 
Marcus smiled.  
 
Zaniyah leaned her body into his Marcus’ back. She reached over to open the kitchen drawer. She removed a two salad tongs and pushed the drawer close. She leaned upward and kissed Marcus on the back of his neck.  
 
“Chop Chop handsome.”  
 
Zaniyah turned and walked out the kitchen.  
 
After dinner he was out of here he thought.  
 
Marcus turned on the hot water faucet knob. He lifted the liquid detergent and poured a small amount into his hand. He uprooted the bottle and then frictionally rubbed his hands together. He placed them under the current of water. He shook off the excess and lifted a clean dishtowel from of a towel bar and dried his hands. He replaced the towel and turned off the water faucet knob. He turned from the sink and walked into the dining room.  
 
Zaniyah was leaning over the smoked glass table, lighting the second candle.  
 
Marcus’ eyes journeyed up the back of Zaniyah’s legs, up to her rounded buttocks. Please give him strength to return to his own bed tonight.  
 
“Everything looks delicious from here, and I mean everything beautiful woman.”  
 
Zaniyah blushed. She set the box of stick matches near the wicker basket and turned around.  
 
“Does it taste delicious enough to share?”  
 
Marcus looked into Zaniyah’s eyes.  
 
“You tell me.”  
 
Zaniyah walked over to where Marcus stood. She rooted her presence inches from his.  
 
“You can call me selfish, but I have a problem with sharing anything once I get my hands around it.”  
 
Zaniyah wrapped her arms around Marcus’ back. Her hands encountered two guns. Her arms instantly found comfort around his neck.  
 
“Are we back to the conversation from earlier?”  
“As a matter of fact, we are.”  
 
Marcus wrapped his arms around Zaniyah’s waist and pulled her closer to his body. He bent his head and kissed her on the lips.  
 
Zaniyah pressed her body closer and allowed her emotions to be carted away.  
 
Marcus’ fingers voyaged up and down Zaniyah’s back.  
 
“Mm,” Zaniyah moaned against Marcus’ lips.  
 
Marcus inched his face back. He leaned his forehead against hers.  
 
“I ask my beautiful woman. Are we doing this?”  
 
His lips dropped to the bridge of her nose, he kissed it.  
 
“Before, I answer that question. Ahh…you didn’t go elsewhere seeking the comforts of pleasure.”  
“In other words. Did I leave here and climb into another woman’s bed.”  
“Did you.”  
“Do you care if I had?”  
“You damn right.” Zaniyah dropped her hands down to Marcus’ dick and palmed it. “This all belongs to Zaniyah in and out the covers.”  
“I see a potential in the woman I’m holding, and the answer to your question. No, I had to take care of some business.”  
 
Zaniyah lifted off the heels of her stilettoes and kissed Marcus on his lips. She rebalanced her stature.  
 
“Good. Now will you allow this woman to feed her man?”  
“Food now, and you later.”  
 
Zaniyah grabbed onto Marcus’ hand.  
 
“We are going to get along great.”  
 
She squeezed his hand.  
 
He squeezed hers back in return.  
 
Both walked over to the dining room table.  
 
“You can put your little friends on one of the chairs.”  
 
Marcus took off his suit jacket and placed it on the back of an empty chair. He lifted his two weapons from out the waistband of pants and placed them near his China plate. He bent over and removed a 25-automatic handgun from out a leg holster.  
 
“Seriously Marcus.”  
“Baby, you can never be too careful. It’s a dangerous world out there, rather you want to believe it or not, and I don’t like surprises, or to be caught off guard.”  
 
Marcus winked at Zaniyah. He then placed the 25-automatic handgun on the opposite side of his plate. He walked around the table and pulled Zaniyah’s chair back.  
 
Zaniyah sat down. She looked up.  
 
“Thank you.”  
“I’m anticipating it much later.” He stoked her cheek.  
 
Marcus walked back around the table and took a seat.  
 
BRIGHTON BEACH  
Brooklyn, New York  
Little Russia  
 
Dmeshii looked down at the registered digital amount on his money counter.    
 
“Is that all those Italian fucks could muster. I’m still owed two million dollars.”  
 
One of his men looked up.  
 
“Apparently so boss.”  
“If I knew that amount was stuffed inside that envelope I received earlier. I would have shot all three men dead on the spot and let the vultures consume their remains.”  
“That Domenico guy, states he has an elaborate plan to have Mr. Delaro’s daughter kidnapped.”  
“Which could lead to an all-out bloody war on the streets if the shit falls back on us.”  
 
Dmeshii palmed his cheeks down.  
 
“We can always sell her to the highest bidder.”  
“The daughter of a Mafia boss, are you fucking crazy!”  
“Just a thought boss.”  
“Bad one and shut the fuck up and do what you know best, counting money.”  
 
Dmeshii walked away.  
 
If anyone is going to taste those sweet lips while in captivity, it damn well will be him he thought.  
 
SAND POINT  
LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK  
 
“Tango, I need you to put the squeeze on that nigger who is refusing to give up that ristorante in Manhattan.”  
“That ristorante was just involved in a hit. I say we need to lay low, and revisit that shit in a day or so.”  
“We still owe Dmeshii, two more million dollars, and my resources are all tapped out.”  
“Yeah me two.”  
“I say we are going to have to put our plan into effect. If Zaniyah is still in Manhattan, we make our move tomorrow evening before Mr. Delaro gets back. After the initial call from one of our boys. He will need our assistance, and if he finds out the hit came from us after the plan has been completed, and the ransom money has been dropped off. He will have to get the Commissions’ blessing to retaliate against us, by that time, we will be long gone.”  
“How about the two million we still owe Dmeshii.”  
“Not unless that white fucker wants to come to Italy to collect. Who gives a fuck about him? And Russians Cartels on Italian soil, it’s a wasted journey. And even if they are brave enough to enter; each man know they have signed they own death warrant.”  
 
Tango thought about Domenico’s plan.  
 
“I say we do this shit.”  
“First, I have to track down that little bitch.”  
 
THE GRAND MILLENNIUM CONDOMINIUMS  
Manhattan, New York  
Upper West Side  
 
“Thank you for dinner beautiful woman.”  
“You’re welcome handsome.”  
 
Marcus rose from his chair. He walked around the table and held his down to Zaniyah.  
 
“Could I have this dance?”  
“You certainly can.”  
 
Zaniyah inched her chair back. She clasped her hand in Marcus’ hand and stood.  
 
Marcus walked Zaniyah to the center of the living room. He encircled her in his arms and pulled her against his chest wall.  
 
Zaniyah linked her arms around Marcus’ neck.  
 
“You look so damn sexy tonight. You had me speechless when I walked through the door.”  
“You have excellent taste handsome one.”  
“Yes, I do.”  
 
Marcus bent his head down and kissed Zaniyah on her lips.  
 
Zaniyah cupped the back of Marcus’ neck and pulled his head down. Her tongue continued to swim around his.  
 
Marcus’ hands escaped down to Zaniyah’s lower back. He gently squeezed her buttocks.  
 
The jazz lyrics of Kenny G’s, Songbird embraced Marcus and Zaniyah.  
Marcus untied one side of Zaniyah’s thong. He quietly untied the other spaghetti string.  
 
The front of Zaniyah’s edible thong slowly flopped forward. The back part of her edible thong landed backwards.  
 
Marcus pulled the flimsy garment from between Zaniyah’s legs. He inched Zaniyah’s arms from around his shoulders.  
 
“Turn around.”  
 
Zaniyah turned around.  
 
Marcus lifted Zaniyah’s thong and tied it around her eyes.  
 
Zaniyah smiled behind Marcus’ illicit deed.  
 
Marcus kissed the back of Zaniyah’s neck. He pulled the robe from off her shoulders and down her arms.  
 
The garment landed on the carpet.  
 
Marcus kissed Zaniyah’s shoulder blade. He reached around to the front and rubbed over her fine downy hairs.  
 
“You are so beautiful.” He stuck his tongue inside her ear.  
“Ooo.”  
 
Zaniyah’s body trembled.  
 
Marcus’ hand slipped lower. He lifted his hand, wet a finger, and snaked it inside Zaniyah’s pussy.  
 
Zaniyah palmed the back of Marcus’ neck and pulled his head downward. She pivoted her face.  
 
Marcus’ lips sheltered hers. His finger wiggled inside of her, before venturing farther.  
 
“Umm.”  
 
Marcus removed his finger and wiped it between sides of their compressed lips. He solidified the kiss, tasting her essence. Marcus palmed Zaniyah’s abdomen and rubbed up and down her stomach. He caught the first tassel to her bustier and pulled it down; he untied the other two tassels and divided her bustier; he slid it down her arms and then off.  
 
The sheer piece of garment dropped to the carpet.  
 
Marcus cupped Zaniyah’s breasts and grasped the nipples between his thumbs and index fingers; he massaged them.  
 
“Mm.”  
 
Zaniyah released her lips from off Marcus’ lips. She palmed his hand and pushed it down to her pelvis.  
 
Marcus reinserted a finger back inside Zaniyah’s pussy and swung it unmercifully inside of her. He propelled her toward the dining room table and bent her body over it. Marcus extracted his finger. He bent over and took off his shoes, and then his shoes. He quickly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the button, and then unzipped his pants.  
 
Marcus shrug his pants and briefs down his legs. He took them off. He then unstrapped his leg holster. And set it by the clothing. He loosened his tie and pulled it from around his neck. He reached downward and lifted Zaniyah’s arms above her head. He wrapped his tie around her wrists and bound them. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. The shirt joined the heap of clothing, shoes, and his holster on the carpet. He looked down at Zaniyah’s naked flesh.  
 
“Damn you look good waiting for this man’s dick to enter that tight pussy of yours.”  
 
Marcus leaned downward and kissed up and down Zaniyah’s spine. He realigned his posture. He cupped his thicken manhood and repeatedly tapped the length against her buttocks. He leaned forward and palmed the back of Zaniyah’s neck. He cupped his manhood and eased his erection inside the constricted comforting zone.  
 
“Ooo shit…sweet mercy.”  
 
Zaniyah extended her bound wrists on the table.  
 
Marcus’ dick sluggishly moved inside of Zaniyah’s pussy. His chest met her back. He cradled his wrists within his hands. His penetrating plunges notched into full throttle. He humped his groin into her buttocks.  
 
“Oh...shit.”  
 
Marcus withdrew his manhood to the fatten helmet and then plowed his manhood harder inside Zaniyah’s womanhood.  
 
“Oh, fuck you feel so good up there.”  
 
 Marcus suckled the back of Zaniyah’s neck. He stirred his erection inside of her. He cuddled her wrists tighter and began piercing the core of her womanhood.  
 
“Oh...baby…slow… slow down.”  
 
Marcus decelerated the progression of his stiff manhood.  
 
“Did you take Viagra or what? That hard thing between your legs is showing this woman’s pussy no mercy.”  
“I cannot be held accountable if this woman’s pussy has this brotha’s dick hungry,” he whispered in her ear. He dipped his tongue inside her ear.  

“Marcus...Marcus.”  
 
Marcus’ dick continued to arrow inside her pussy. He released his hands and lifted from off Zaniyah. He withdrew his dick, dropped to his knees, and spaced Zaniyah’s legs. He kissed her clitoris; his tongue bathed the soft pinkish skin.  
 
“Ohh…Ma.”  
 
Marcus suckled the fleshly skin.  
 
Zaniyah lifted her upper body from off the table. She bounced her buttocks backwards.  
 
Marcus palmed the bend in Zaniyah’s hips and braced her movements into his face.  
 
“Oh…oh…”  
 
Marcus divided Zaniyah’s buttocks. He kissed the lining from her pussy to her anus. His tongue slipped inside the tighten tent.  
 
“What…are you doing…shit.”  
 
Zaniyah moved her buttocks and submerged in the euphoric feeling.  
 
Marcus palmed Zaniyah’s hips tighter. His tongue burrowed beyond.  He reached down for his manhood and persistently stroked it. He removed his tongue and lifted from off his knees. He lifted Zaniyah’s body and quickly turned her around. He lifted her up and laid her on the table. He spaced her legs and shot his throbbing manhood inside of her. He wrapped his arm around back and lifted her from off the table.  
 
Zaniyah looped her arms around Marcus’ neck.  
 
Marcus hurried down the hall, He blindly selected a bedroom; he ran over to the bed and laid Zaniyah down on it.  
 
“Fuck.”  
 
Marcus ejaculated inside of Zaniyah’ pussy. He repeatedly stabbed his dick inside of her. He extended her wrists over her head; he reached down and kissed a breast, sucking the nipple.  
 
“Marcus...”  
 
Zaniyah uplifted her pelvis, at best trying to keep up with the pace of Marcus’ manhood digging inside her vaginal walls.  
 
“Bab…baby,” Zaniyah cried against the discomfort behind the invading pleasure.  
 
Marcus’ sense of reasoning was on a non-hearing plateau.  
 
Zaniyah rode Marcus’ angry passionate thrashing into her vaginal orifice.  
 
“Mar…Marcus…. oh…Marcusss...”  
 
Zaniyah arched her back and climaxed.  
 
“Ummhum.”  
 
Marcus gripped Zaniyah’s wrists even tighter. He found her lips. He removed his hands, cupped her buttocks, and expelled another detonation of his release inside of her.  
 
“Oh…Zani...Zaniyah.”  
 
Marcus froze his groin in place and permitted his seed to ingrain inside her pussy.  
 
“Oh shit, you’re who this man needs,” he groaned out.  
 
Marcus rested his forehead against hers. His body convulsed.  
 
Dammit, he should have bought a box of condoms.  
 
“I’m sorry.”  
“For?”  
 
Zaniyah rubbed her palms up and down Marcus’ back.  
 
Marcus leaned back and looked down into Zaniyah’s eyes.  
 
“I did not…ah withdraw and I forgot the condoms. I keep remembering we mentioned we did not want each other’s…”  
 
Zaniyah kissed Marcus’ lips.  
 
Marcus removed his hands from under Zaniyah’s buttocks. He palmed the sides of her face and let her control the crest of his emotions. He moved his semi-flaccid manhood inside of her.  
Marcus gradually spaced his face.  
 
“Join me for a shower beautiful woman, and then a game of chess on that chessboard you have out there.”  
“Your embarrassment handsome.”  
 
Marcus kissed Zaniyah’s lips again.  
 
“We will see beautiful woman.”  
 
Marcus inched his manhood out of Zaniyah’s pussy and lifted from off her. His release poured onto her downy hairs.  
 
Zaniyah felt some of the warm droplets reach her lower stomach.  
 
“Marcus.”  
“Yes, Marcus was just there.”  
 
Marcus sat at the end of the bed. He reached over and ripped the thong into half. He untied Zaniyah’s wrists and rested his tie around his neck. He leaned downward and kissed her on the lips.  
 
Zaniyah blinked the vison of her eyes back to clarity.  
 
Marcus stood.  
 
Zaniyah rubbed the pearly essence around her stomach. She sat up, and then rose from off the bed; she joined Marcus at the door to her adjoined spacious bathroom. She bent down and unbuckled one stiletto shoe; she quickly removed the other.  
 
“Hold up beautiful.”  
 
Marcus rushed out the bedroom. He ran over to the dining room table and lifted his three weapons. He blew out both candles, and then ran over to the door and checked the door locks.  
 
“Baby what’s the code to your alarm system,” Marcus called out.  
 
Zaniyah slowly bellowed out the code to her alarm system as Marcus entered it.  
 
Marcus activated Zaniyah’s alarm system. He turned off the lights and rushed back to the bedroom.  
 
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