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When Love Calls (Chapter Twenty-Four)

THE GRAND MILLENNIUM CONDOMINIUMS
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side


Carlito pulled the limousine alongside the curve. He parked and turned off the ignition. He pulled the key out the ignition and then looked over the front seat.

“Are you ready Miss. Delaro?”

“Carlito, if you could wait here; I will back down in a second.”

“No disrespect, but I have been given strict instructions to escort you in and out.”

“Carlito, you are illegally parked here, and about time you circle the block. I will be standing here waiting for you.”

Carlito glanced out the window in both directions. He did not see anything on anyone stirring on the quiet tree lined residential street.

“If you are not out when I pull up. I’m coming up for you.”

“All right and no need to open the door for me. I have this.”

“I have been opening doors for you since you were knee high, don’t spoil the mood now.”

Zaniyah smiled.

Carlito unsnapped his seatbelt. He opened the door and got out the limousine. He pushed the door close and walked to the back passenger door. He opened the door for Zaniyah.

Zaniyah lifted her umbrella and her purse from off the leather seat and stepped out the limousine.

Carlito pushed the door close. He watched Zaniyah walk to the secured entrance of her condominium.

Where was the doorman she thought?

Zaniyah opened her purse, dug inside for the key, and took it out. She inserted it into the keyhole of the glassed door; she twisted the key and then slid it out. Zaniyah opened the door. She looked behind herself.

Carlito remained standing in place.

“I will be back down momentarily.”

Carlito tipped his hat in response. He walked around the limousine, opened the driver door, and got inside. He pulled the door close, inserted the key inside the ignition, and then started the vehicle. Carlito pulled away from the curve.

Zaniyah dropped her key inside her purse and closed it. She entered her building and walked past the security desk.

Where is the doorman? And now, where is the security officer who flirts with her at every given chance.

Zaniyah walked over to the elevators. She pressed in the elevator up button.

Carlito pulled across the street. He looked up and waited to see if a light came on in Zaniyah’s condominium.

Someone knocked on the window of the limousine.

Carlito turned to face the knocks.

“Get the fuck away from my limousine, you fucking begging bastard.”

Carlito pressed the automatic window button.

The window dropped halfway.

“Get a jo…”

Tank punched Carlito in his face.

The side of Carlito’s face slammed into the steering wheel.

Tank reached inside the window and lifted Carlito’s head from off the blaring horn. He rested the back of his head against the seat. Tank dropped his arm inside the window and pressed the door unlock button. He looked around and then pulled the door open. He reached around to the side of the steering wheel and pulled the key from out the ignition.

Tank dragged Carlito’s body from out the limousine. He hauled him to the rear of the limousine. He balanced Carlito’s weight in one arm, and then inserted the key inside the keyhole of the trunk. He lifted the trunk door.

Tank dropped the set of keys on the ground. He placed both arms under Carlito’s arms and shoved his upper body over the rim of the trunk. He bent down and lifted his feet; he pushed his entire body inside the trunk and slammed the door down. Tank looked around, and then bent over to retrieve the set of keys. He hurried to the driver side of the limousine, got inside, and pulled the door close. He jammed the key inside the ignition.

Dmeshii looked across the street as Tank drove off. He glanced behind to make sure his men were posted in case some unexpected shit jumped off.

Sadoski looked at Dmeshii’s limousine. He stuck his two fingers in his mouth and whistled.

“Stay put,” Dmeshii advised his driver.

“Yes sir.”

Dmeshii opened the back door of his Mercedes limousine. He pushed the door close. He adjusted the black wool scarf over his black double-breasted Brooks Brothers suit. He looked down at his Bvlgari Diagono Chronograph. He walked in the direction of Zaniyah’s condominium building.

FBI HEADQUARTERS
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York

Director Marcus Modarius’ Office


Marcus lifted the telephone receiver from out the cradle. He pressed in the numbers to Zaniyah’s cell phone and placed the receiver up to his ear.

THE GRAND MILLENNIUM CONDOMINIUMS
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side


Zaniyah heard her cell phone ringing. She walked over to the couch and lifted her purse from off the table. She opened it and took her cell phone out. She closed her purse back and threw it down on the couch. Zaniyah slid her cell phone up and looked down at the screen. She placed the cell phone up to her ear.

“Hello.”

FBI HEADQUARTERS
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York

Director Marcus Modarius’ Office


“It’s me baby.”

“Umm, how can I be of service to handsome FBI Director Modarius?”

“I’m calling to check on you.” Marcus glanced down at his watch. “I should be arriving at your father’s residence within the next hour. My agents and I have been sitting in on an open conference call with the DEA.”

“I love it when you sound like the man in charge.”

“I will show you how large and in charge I am beautiful woman when I come and pick you up.”

“Oh shit.”

“What is it baby?”

“Marcus, I’m not at my father’s estate, I’m at my condominium.”

Marcus cupped the back of his neck.

“Dammit Zaniyah, I thought I told you to stay put.”

“I have Carlito downstairs waiting for me.”

Zaniyah walked over to her glassed terrace door. She slid the door back and stepped out onto cobblestone surface. She walked over to the concrete walling and looked downward. Zaniyah looked up and down the street.

“That’s funny.”

“Zaniyah talk to me.”

“Baby, I do not see the limousine.”

“How long have you been upstairs?”

“For about ten maybe fifteen minutes.”

Marcus snatched his suit jacket from off the back of his chair. He managed to slip into it alternating between using both of his hands. He knew the trace on Dmeshii and Domenico’s cell phone indicated, both are somewhere in the Manhattan area.

“Shit,” Marcus hissed under his breath.

“Zaniyah does your father’s limousine have a phone in it, or does his driver own a cell phone.”

“Yes, Carlito does have a cell phone.”

Marcus lifted his cell phone from off his hip clip and slid it open.

“What is your father’s driver cell phone number?”

Zaniyah recited Carlito’s cell phone number to Marcus as he pressed in the numbers on his cell phone. He pressed okay and placed his cell phone up to his other ear.

Carlito heard his cell phone vibrating. He cupped the numbness to his nose, he assumed was now broken. He felt something warm on his fingers.

“Fucking bastard.”

His body was jostling within the crammed dark confinements. He realized the limousine was moving.

“What the fuck is this shit.”

Carlito rolled over onto his side. He slid his hand down and lifted his vibrating cell phone from out the side pocket of his uniform jacket. He slid it open and placed it up to his ear.

“Carlito.”

“Yeah. Who the fuck is this.”

“This is Director Marcus Modarius of the FBI. I have Zaniyah on my other phone.”

“Get to her she is in imminent danger. Someone knocked me the fuck out. I just came through. I am traveling somewhere within the trunk of my limousine. Please get to Zaniyah.”

“I will, and I will put a tracer out on your cell phone through the FBI data base. Do not turn it off.”

Marcus slid his cell phone close and replaced it back on his hip clip

“Baby, I need you to go into your bedroom and lock the door until I get there.”

Marcus replaced the telephone receiver back on the cradle and rushed over to the door. He opened it and hurried out to Mrs. Chambers’ desk.

“Mrs. Chambers, I need you to get someone to put a trace on this cell phone, pronto.”

Marcus lifted his cell phone from off his hip clip, slid it open, and pressed in the last call button.

“Take this number down. I will be back.”

Marcus shoved his cell phone into Mrs. Chambers’ hand.

“Yes sir. Is everything all right Director Modarius?”

“Hopefully so.”

Marcus hurried out his front office. He ran down the hallway. He ran into Agent Blackstone and Agent Sari walking in the direction of the briefing room.

“I need you two downstairs.”

Agent Blackstone and Agent Sari turned around.

“What’s up Director Modarius,” Agent Sari inquired.

“Trouble, tell everyone in the briefing room to meet me downstairs, and make sure they have plenty of bullets and their Kevlar vest strapped on.”

“Yes sir.”

“Hurry dammit!”

Agent Blackstone threw his cup of coffee inside the posted green trash can and ran down the hallway.

Agent Sari followed.

THE GRAND MILLENNIUM CONDOMINIUMS
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side

Zaniyah situated a heap of clothing inside her Gucci suitcase. She hurried inside her bathroom and grabbed up several toiletries from off the marble surface of her double vanity. She walked back inside her bedroom. She positioned the items on top of her clothing. She closed her luggage, grasped the handle, and set it upright on the carpet. Zaniyah heard her front door open and close. She walked out her bedroom.

“Carlito, I told you I will be down shortly, and since you circled the block and somehow got lost; once I put my shoes back on you could assist me with my luggage.”

Zaniyah rounded the corner. She looked around the darken space of her condominium. She turned to walk back into her bathroom.

A hand covered her mouth.

Zaniyah’s eyes enlarged. She placed her hand over the person’s hand; she struggled to lift the imprisonment.

Dmeshii barred his arms around Zaniyah’s waist and stilled her movements. His hand pressed tighter to her mouth.

“Umm.”

“Dammit, if you scream out you die,” Dmeshii hissed. “Do you fucking understand?”

“Uhh,” she grunted.

“At…At…you bite me, I swear I will snapped your lovely neck.”

Dmeshii dropped one hand inside the side pocket of his suit jacket and lifted a black scarf. He shook it out.

“I will remove my hand. Like I said, you scream out, you are dead where you stand. You understand.”

Zaniyah refused to answer.

“Do you understand!” Dmeshii barked at Zaniyah.

Zaniyah nodded her head.

Dmeshii placed his arm around Zaniyah’s waist and squeezed her body against his. He noticed her body was soft; a body he has envisioned fucking over and over again. He removed his hand from off her mouth.

“How did you get in here? I’m expected downstairs; if not, there will be consequences.”

Dmeshii’s throaty laugh rang out.

“Since, I didn’t get my crates Dmeshii promised me from out your art gallery. I will take my two million dollar loss out on your body.”

Zaniyah discerned the voice was of the man who made an appearance at her art gallery. Then again maybe it wasn’t; shit, she had to keep him talking to be more accurate.

Dmeshii tied the scarf around Zaniyah’s eyes.

This was so special when Marcus tied her bustier around her eyes and made such sweet and passionate love to her. Now this stranger’s deed made her feel unclean.

And where the hell was Carlito she thought.

Dmeshii stood back and looked down at the back of Zaniyah’s legs, her derriere. He rubbed his palms down the side of her arms. Dmeshii turned Zaniyah around. He looked down at the outline of her breasts He bent his head down and nipped at a pebble size nipple through her silk blouse.

“Please don’t. I swear, I know nothing about any crates.”

Dmeshii leaned forward and whispered in Zaniyah’s ear, “It’s no longer about the crates.” His tongue dropped inside her ear.

Zaniyah inched back.

Dmeshii palmed under Zaniyah’s buttocks and pulled her body against his physique.

If that knot behind his zipper was any indication, how far this man was willing to take this, then she was in trouble she thought.

Dmeshii kissed Zaniyah under her chin. He kissed her on the cheek. He refused to taste her lips. The deception of free flowing emotions he cared not to entertain after tonight. Dmeshii reached behind Zaniyah’s back; his hand dropped down to the back of her skirt. He kissed her lips and slowly eased the zipper down.

Zaniyah’s skirt divided into and then rode down her legs.

“Are…are you going to rape me,” Zaniyah’s voice lessened to a faint whisper.

“No, you and I are going to fuck, and you will be complying, most willing.”

“And if I don’t.”

“Consequences must and will be swift, starting with your father. Word on the street, the old man is getting soft.”

“You are pathetic.”

“No, my name is Hector. I am a self-made man, and one day you will be begging me to taste your naked flesh.”

Dmeshii ripped Zaniyah’s blouse open, buttons popped in every direction.

The cool air swiped Zaniyah’s skin.

Dmeshii palmed down Zaniyah’s cleavage.

“Is this what that nigger gets to enjoy, hum.”

Dmeshii ripped Zaniyah’s thong off.

The silken material graced the carpet.

“You allowing him to climb between your thighs; sticking his black cock inside that tight pussy.”

 “At least he is man enough not to take it.”

“You’ll be surprised of the kind of man I am.”

Dmeshii ripped Zaniyah’s bra apart from the front.

The shredded cloth joined the thong on the carpet.

Dmeshii lifted one of Zaniyah’s breasts, leaned his head downward, and aimed his lips for a nipple; he suckled it into attention.

Uhh,” Zaniyah softly squealed under her breath.

Zaniyah stepped back, trying to escape the contact of Dmeshii’s wet mouth coveting her nipple.

Dmeshii wrapped one arm around Zaniyah’s lower back and held her against his body. He palmed her other breast and massaged it; his tongue skillfully housed the nipple against his tongue. He dropped a hand down to Zaniyah’s buttocks; he rubbed over the apple bottom circumference. Dmeshii’s hand circled to the front. He rubbed over Zaniyah’s downy hairs. His suckling on her breast became gluttonies. One of his fingers torpedo inside of her pussy.

“Ohh,” Zaniyah moaned.

Dmeshii removed his finger. He rubbed the side of Zaniyah’s breast with the fingertip. He reinserted his finger back inside Zaniyah’s womanhood and wiggled it around.

Oh shit she thought.

Zaniyah bobbed her head backwards.

Dmeshii kissed around the glistening nipple. He tongue slivered over to the other breast. He kissed around the nipple

Zaniyah palmed Dmeshii’s shoulder in submission. Her legs were going weak.

Dmeshii kissed Zaniyah’s shoulder blade. His mouth traveled under her chin.

Zaniyah without thought took off Dmeshii’s suit jacket.

The jacket fell to the floor.

 “You want me, Zaniyah.”

She roofed his erection with her palm.

“What a tempting answer.”

Dmeshii’s deep voice and his thick Russian accent lessened Zaniyah’s awareness as to who was the prey and who was the predator.

Dmeshii kissed Zaniyah’s cheek.

Zaniyah turned her face to one side. Her lips sinfully consumed his; accepting the illicit deed of his moist tongue roaming over her skin.

Dmeshii’s lips hungrily covered Zaniyah’s mouth. He held her around her lower back and increased his lips moving against hers. Dmeshii removed his finger from out Zaniyah’s pussy; he lifted her feet from off the carpet and rushed her back to the bedroom. His lips did not vacant hers. He hurried over to Zaniyah’s bed. He laid her down on the bed. He stood back and unloosened his tie; he yanked it off from around his neck, and let it fall to the carpet. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.

The clothing item landed on the floor.

Dmeshii looked down at Zaniyah’s naked flesh. Maybe he should kidnap her, who would really ever know.

Zaniyah could not grip the fact why she wasn’t attempting to escape.

Could it be, the black scarf the man placed over her eyes, whereas, the fabric was slightly transparent. She already knew the man who was about to climb between her thighs, was a man of the worst kind, but at this moment, she did not want to escape this moment.

Dmeshii removed his other sock. He got on his knees. He placed his arms under Zaniyah’s legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Dmeshii spaced Zaniyah’s legs. He kissed over her downy hairs and then darted his tongue inside her pussy.

Zaniyah inched upward.

Dmeshii pulled Zaniyah’s pelvis into his face.

“Oh...”

Hurry up Marcus dammit she thought. The man’s tongue was fueling the flames.

 Dmeshii kissed Zaniyah’s inner thigh. He smelled the essence of her nature. His tongue channeled back inside of her.

Zaniyah rubbed her palms up and down her stomach with the onslaught of Dmeshii’s tongue venturing inside of her.

Would it be immoral of her to holler out, “Oh shit.”

Dmeshii palmed Zaniyah’s buttocks. His tongue anchored farther.

Sweet goodness she thought.

Zaniyah palmed Dmeshii’s head and enclosed the sides of his face within the comfort of her thighs. She seesawed her pelvis with the groove of his tongue dancing inside of her pussy.

Dmeshii’s nails dug into Zaniyah’s skin. His suckled her pre-climatic juices. He slid his tongue out, and kissed her lower abdomen. He removed his hands from under her buttocks. Dmeshii’s mouth voyaged up Zaniyah’s thigh.

Zaniyah’s body vibrated.

Dmeshii kissed around Zaniyah’s belly ring. His body covered hers. He leaned down and kissed Zaniyah on her lips. He whispered at her temple, “Stroke my dick.”

Zaniyah reached downward and wrapped her palm around Dmeshii’s hard manhood.

Hurry up Marcus, please she thought.

“Put me inside of you.”

Darn it, no Zaniyah’s thought.

Zaniyah rubbed the tip of his Dmeshii’s manhood up and down the wet opening of her cunt.

Dmeshii covered Zaniyah’s hand. He steered his rigid erection inside the silken passage.

Zaniyah’s pussy walls slowly engulfed the length of pure solid flesh.

Oh what a tight stretch, fuck, fuck, and fuck she thought.

Dmeshii moved his throbbing erection inside of Zaniyah’s vaginal orifice.

The fit was uncomfortable.

“Move with me.”

Zaniyah linked her arms around Dmeshii’s neck and gyrated her pelvis in union with his groin.

“Oh fuck, I knew you would be a tight fit.”

Dmeshii leaned down and honed in on Zaniyah’s mouth. He cupped her buttocks and grind his manhood deeper.

“Oh shit.”

Dmeshii kissed the scarf covering Zaniyah’s eyes. He humped back and repeatedly stabbed his manhood inside her womanhood.

His cell phone rang.

Fuck he thought.

He slammed his dick uncontrollably inside her pussy.

“I’m…oh please take…take it out.”

Zaniyah hugged Dmeshii to her body and climaxed.

Please forgive me Marcus she thought.

“Oh fuck, rain down on me woman.”

Dmeshii kissed Zaniyah’s lips. He yanked his dick out of her pussy. The stream of his ejaculation landed on Zaniyah’s stomach.  Dmeshii milked his throbbing semi-flaccid manhood onto Zaniyah’s downy hairs. He got off the bed and lifted his pants. He fished inside his back pocket and lifted his cell phone. He slid it open and placed it up to his ear.

“Make it quick dammit!”

“Five O, with backup on the scanner.”

“Fuck.”

Dmeshii slid his cell phone close and bent over to lift his clothes and shoes from off the floor. He leaned over the bed and tenderly kissed Zaniyah on her lips. He caressed her cheek.

“The next time, no interruptions, and in my bed in Russia.”

Dmeshii quickly rushed out Zaniyah’s bedroom.

Zaniyah jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom.

Copyright©SKC-2020
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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This is a chapter from one of my many published novels. I will be adding a chapter as fitting to celebrate life in general

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