Beautiful Nightmare

by Johnna B

Genres: African American Urban; Suspense

Synopsis

Raven loves the night life, chasing women, and her next high. Men and women fall under her spell at first sight, but she only has eyes for women. She accepts all shapes, sizes, and forms, for they are mere pawns in the quest to feed her cravings. She has a little secret, though-one that could have catastrophic results for anyone who encounters her, one that could lead Raven into a sticky situation—but her cravings are too powerful for her to resist. Will her little secret come back with a vengeance?

Valencia longs to be loved. All she has is her best friend, Sena, who is there for her through thick and thin. But going home to an empty bed every night is starting to wear thin. Then she meets Wanya "Kidd" Brown, who quickly sweeps her off her feet. Unfortunately, they can never be together, because even if Kidd has stolen her heart, her body belongs to someone else.

A low-key assassin working for the notorious Mr. Jackson, Kidd wants nothing more than to be out of the business. He is smitten with Valencia's beauty and her caring ways. But just when he thinks he can get out of the game and pursue Valencia wholeheartedly, Mr. Jackson calls in a favor that rocks his world to the core. Will his heart overrule his loyalty to his boss?

Release date: June 27, 2017

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 288

Sample

Raven . . .

Standing a lean five feet eight with long, shapely legs, perfect D-cup breasts, a booty that would make Deelishis step up her game, and a tattoo right above the crack of her ass that read slippery when wet, Raven wasn’t to be messed with. Beautiful, with skin that looked as if it had been kissed by the Egyptian gods, almond-shaped eyes the color of cherry oak wood, and long, flowing dark hair, Raven was everybody’s fantasy, but, as the saying goes, everything that glitters ain’t gold.

“You love this black pussy, don’t you?” A pause filled the air. “Say it!”

“Yesss!” resonated between deep licks.

“How does it taste?” Raven asked, looking at the bobbing head in between her legs. Her body felt warm all over, but the heat she needed hadn’t started yet.

“It . . . it tastes like . . . candy.”

Raven thought for a moment, then spoke. “Naw, my shit tastes better than candy.” She gyrated her hips. “It tastes like honey, doesn’t it? Yeah, I like that better.” She looked down at the head still bobbing and demanded, “Get the fuck up and lie on your back.” She flipped her victim over like a rag doll. Raven wasn’t a big woman, but when she was zoned out, she had the strength of ten men.

“Ooh, it’s my turn! I hope I get my money’s worth, you black whore.”

“Oh, you will . . . trust and believe,” Raven smirked, thinking of all the things she planned to do.

Raven stealthily walked over to her oversized bag and rummaged through her sex toys. She looked back at the freaky fifty-year-old white woman who lay eagerly awaiting what she had coming and pulled out a black, ten-inch dildo and a large paddle. As a dominatrix, Raven confidently strolled back over to the woman and stared down at her—her sex partner for the night, but mainly, she was just another victim. The woman was pretty well put together for her age. She was well kept. She had sandy-brown hair, which was slightly graying throughout, light brown eyes, a small keen nose, and thin lips. Her body was devoid of wrinkles or saggy titties. Actually, the woman had it going on. Raven was certain the woman had spent tons of money on plastic surgery, but what else was new? The woman eagerly grinned at Raven while awaiting what she had in store for her. Through a lidded gaze, Raven thought, I’m going to enjoy this.

Standing at the foot of the bed in a crotchless black leather jumper, Raven slowly crawled onto the bed with her head low and ass in the air. Once she got to the woman’s foot, she picked it up and started sucking her toes one by one. Raven could see the muscles contracting in her victim’s stomach as she took deep breaths. She placed soft, sensual kisses all the way up her toned thighs. Slowly, she spread her legs and looked at the pink pussy in front of her. It was void of any hair; her lips were so full and plump. She smiled at her swollen clit, which looked like a pinky finger. Instantly, she began to salivate at the sight before her like a rabid dog. She could see the juices running down and couldn’t wait to taste them.

“You want me to fuck you?” Raven asked while rubbing her hand up and down the lady’s pussy lips and occasionally slipping a finger into her wet slit. The woman’s juices coated Raven’s fingers as she watched the woman’s skin tone turn five different shades of red.

“Yes, I want it hard,” the lady said, barely able to breathe. Her stomach heaved in and out as she tried desperately to control her rapid panting.

Raven rose up and lay on top of the lady, taking her light pink nipple into her mouth. Now sticking her two middle fingers into her slit again, she fucked her with her hand as she made her way back down to get a taste. She took her fingers out and could see juices all over her hand. She placed her finger up to the lady’s mouth, so she could taste her own sweet nectar while she sucked her jumping clit.

“Mmmm,” the lady moaned at the feeling of Raven’s tongue circling around her clit and dipping into her aching love box. She could feel her body tingling all over.

“Ahhh shhh ahhh.” She couldn’t form any words.

“You coming?” Raven asked while never taking her mouth off of her.

The vibrations from her mouth sent the lady over the mountaintop and into a new hemisphere. Raven watched her come as she finger fucked her. She loved to watch the fuck faces women made. She thought it was the sexiest thing in the world. She loved how it was usually a mixture between crying, anger, and passion, depending on how hard they were coming.

Raven looked at her toys laid out on the bed and opted to strap on the dildo and save the paddle for later. She stared menacingly at the woman and ordered, “Get on yo’ knees and suck it.” Raven could feel a tingling sensation starting at her toes.

The lady happily obliged and eagerly grabbed the strap-on with her small pink hand and began to lick and slurp the thick rubber dick as if it were the real thing.

Watching the woman’s thin lips tease the tip of the dildo, Raven became angered as the tingling quickly turned into heat.

Slap!

Her hand slid across the woman’s face as the sound resonated throughout the room.

“Bitch, is you playing with me?” she bellowed. “I said, ‘Suck the muthafucka like yo’ fuckin’ life depended on it!’”

No more Miss Nice Lady. It was time to get this show on the road. Raven wasn’t into being lovey-dovey, at least, not for too long and not too often. She had her fair share of lovers that she’d shared her tenderness with, but this wasn’t one of the lucky few.

Without flinching, the woman became even more excited and reached down to play with her pussy. She moved her hips in rhythm with her fingers and moaned sensually. Raven heard how wet her pussy was and began to get even more irritated. Raven could feel this heat rising in the pit of her stomach and knew her orgasm was right around the corner.

“Oh, you wanna play, huh? Don’t wanna suck my dick . . . Well, I got something for you!” Raven reached out and picked up the paddle off the bed. Forcefully, she ordered, “Bend the fuck over, and toot that old ass in the air!”

Ecstasy covered the woman’s face as she seductively crawled onto the bed. While on her knees, she watched as Raven prepared herself. Clearly, she was used to the treatment she was about to receive. Raven licked her lips as she watched the lady flex her love muscles. Her ass was in the air while she played with and spread her lips apart so Raven could get a good view.

“I’ve been a very bad girl, and I need a spanking,” she cooed over her shoulder.

“Shut the fuck up and do what I say.” Raven’s body was on fire as sweat dripped from her brow.

Again, Raven got no argument. In anticipation of the sexual punishment, the woman positioned herself on her elbows and knees. Her ass was as high in the air as she could get it. Sadly, the woman didn’t realize that, not only was Raven a dominatrix, she was also a fucking lunatic . . . but she was about to find out.

Raven slapped the paddle against her hand, and then swung it across the woman’s behind, twice.

Smack! Smack!

The woman screamed with delight as the large wooden paddle hit her on her creamy white ass with force. Raven spanked her with it two more times and then threw it on the bed. She positioned the dildo at the entrance of the woman’s pussy. With one stroke, Raven roughly shoved the large toy inside of the woman. The sound that came from her mouth clearly indicated pain, but Raven didn’t care. Fuck this bitch, she thought. Raven loved women, but she wasn’t in the mood to be sensitive or affectionate. Tonight was all about her and her needs. As she pounded away at what was left of the old lady’s walls, Raven snatched the woman by her hair and licked the side of her face.

“This how you like it?” Raven said through clenched teeth as she grinded her hips in slow motion, making the dildo go deeper.

There was so much anger in her that she could feel her heart about to beat out of her chest. She was so hot. It felt as if her body was literally on fire. This was the feeling she longed for. There was no detoxification for her cravings. She didn’t know where this feeling came from. She’d discovered it one day while wreaking havoc on one of her victims. She didn’t always get the urge, but when she did, there was no stopping her from fulfilling her needs.

Breathe, Raven, breathe, she thought. Her heartbeat had sped up times ten. This always happened. She had to pace her breathing before she had a heart attack. That was how powerful the feeling was. Every time, it seemed to take her breath away.

“Yes! Yes!” the woman cried out in ecstasy, throwing her ass back, taking in every inch of the dildo.

The woman was so into what she was doing that she never gave a second thought to anything else. When Raven had first approached her about a sexual adventure, she knew the lady would be game. Raven had watched the lady for a good twenty minutes before she approached her. She looked like she needed a little excitement in her life, and Raven was just the person to provide it. The lady was sitting at the bar of the Lumier Casino, waiting for her husband to finish a poker game. After a few drinks and a few affectionate touches here and there, Raven knew she had her.

But the woman was adamant about keeping it low key. She had said if she got caught, she would lose everything. Raven laughed to herself. She may not have gotten caught by her husband, but she was definitely caught. If the woman could see the sadistic shit Raven had going through her head, she would have been running for the hills.

One week later, here they were with Raven fulfilling the lady’s every desire. She could have been a keeper, but tonight, Raven needed to feel that feeling that only a scene like this could bring.

“That li’l dick husband of yours don’t do it like this, do he?”

“No,” the woman huffed, making a circle motion with her hips. “Fuck me, you fuckin’ nigger. Fuck me harder!”

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She and her husband hadn’t had sex in almost a year. Between her going through the change and his flaccid penis, something had to give. She needed this in the worst way and would surely be coming back . . . or so she thought.

Raven looked at the woman through her squinted eyes. “You want it harder, huh?”

“Yes . . . harder!” the woman groaned lustfully.

Raven complied and pulled the dildo out of her pussy. After seeing how wet it was, she was shocked that a fifty-year-old pussy could generate that much wetness. Without warning, she grabbed the woman’s ass, positioned it higher, and drove the dildo back inside of her.

The woman yelped like a wounded dog. “Okay! Wait a minute.” She tried to move away, but Raven grabbed her hips and did not allow her to move.

“Stop! You’re being too rough now.”

The woman felt as though something was trying to rip right through her cervix. With each stroke, Raven could feel the back of the dildo press against her clit. The pressing on her clit brought on miniorgasms for Raven. They felt good, but they were nothing like the feeling she was searching for.

“Naw, bitch . . . It ain’t no stop.” Raven pushed deeper into the woman with a sinister grin on her face. It was showtime. “This is what the fuck you wanted, ain’t it?” She plunged deeply again, and the woman tried to break free, but Raven stopped her, pushing her head into the pillow, making it hard for her to breathe. “Naw, don’t run now,” she ordered while pressing even harder on the woman’s head. There was no fighting against Raven once she was in the zone.

The woman struggled against Raven’s strong grip. Raven grabbed the paddle from the bed and began to swing precisely at the woman’s head. The woman opened her mouth to scream, but nothing could come out. The repeated blows caused her to go unconscious, and she fell onto the bed in a heap. But Raven wasn’t done yet. She hadn’t got her shit off yet.

“Aaahhh, yeah! Come on! Yesss,” she hissed at the feeling slowly taking over her body, the feeling her body longed for.

Raven looked at the woman with blood draining from the deep cuts on the side of her head and battered face, and grinned. She noticed that the woman was breathing shallowly.

The woman thought about her husband of thirty-one years and wondered if she would ever see him again. Would she ever see her children or grandkids again?

Repositioning her body, Raven hovered over the woman’s ass, spread it apart, and rammed all ten inches of the thick rubber into her asshole, waking her up from an unconscious state instantly with a bloodcurdling scream.

The woman cried and frantically tried to get away, but Raven was relentless and fucked her ass with no mercy at all. Not only did each thrust bring pain to the woman and pleasure to Raven, but blood began to trickle down the back of the woman’s thighs. The smell of sweat, pussy, and blood permeated the air, but Raven didn’t care. Her continued thrusts put her where she needed to be. With her eyes rolling to the back of her head, Raven’s pussy began to cream from the eruption it was having, feeling like her soul was shaking. The feeling was so powerful. Staying on the downstroke in the woman’s ass, Raven had one of the biggest orgasms she had ever had.

She was now satisfied. Out of breath, Raven sat there a little longer to get the full effect of the orgasm. Her body was spasming out of control.

The woman’s body fell onto the bed, forcing the fake dick out of her ass. She lay still, in a heap, with blood spewing from her orifices. Raven moved from her body without caring if the woman was dead or alive because she had to go. Calmly, she threw on her trench coat and put the dildo and paddle back inside of her bag. She pulled her cover from under the lady, making her fall to the floor and on her back. She would never lie her body on any surface in that motel. Smiling at a job well done, she looked around the decrepit room. Raven shook her head, and a sinister sneer crossed her face at the thought of the cleaning crew stumbling upon the gory scene in a few days.

“Maybe they’ll just set the room on fire,” she said to herself.

She took one last look at the lady and could see her stomach rising while she struggled to take her last breaths. Maybe she’ll still be alive when they come, she thought as she walked out the door and straight to her car. She made sure to never go to a hotel where there could be witnesses. She always paid by the hour and made sure her car was very close. In St. Louis in the run-down hotels on Grand was where all the dopeheads and drug dealers did their dirt, so she knew there would be no surveillance cameras anywhere. The owners of the run-down hotels didn’t give a shit who was in and out, as long as they got their money. So, as far as DNA or evidence, the rooms were so horribly dirty and cluttered with about twenty years’ worth of semen, vomit, mildew, grime, and other parasites that she knew she would never get caught.

While making her way to her car, she exhaled in satisfaction. Raven chirped her alarm and hit the trunk button on her key ring, popping her trunk open automatically. With renewed strength, she tossed her bag inside, and then closed the trunk. She walked toward the driver’s side door and slid inside. Closing the door, she looked at herself in her rearview mirror, then smiled. The engine came to life as she turned the key to the ignition, and, as quietly as she came, she pulled away slowly and headed toward the highway en route home. It had been a long and fulfilling night, and now it was time for her to rest.

Kidd, his younger brother Moochie, and his homeboy Skillet were finishing up their breakfast at Goody Goody, which puts you in the mind of a bodega. It was small and family run. After a late night at the club and still slightly hungover, along with having the munchies, their table was full of empty plates that were once filled with chicken, waffles, eggs, turkey bacon, and hash browns. They also had watered down Pepsis and were awaiting refills. As regulars at the restaurant, most of the older patrons tried to ignore what they brought into the establishment—loud talk and raucous laughter, but, as usual, the females were trying to vie for attention.

“Hey, Kidd,” a small, light-skinned honey purred as she passed by their table.

He looked up and gave her a head nod, then turned back to his boys. Kidd wasn’t shocked by the attention he received. He was well known in the hood, and the ladies wanted him. Standing a full six feet even with brown skin, high cheekbones, shapely lips surrounded by a neatly trimmed goatee, dark eyes rimmed by long eyelashes, and a sexy swagger, he resembled a young Method Man.

“So, dig. I’m down on honey doing what I do best. This bitch screaming out my name and shit, talking ’bout ‘stop for a minute please.’” Moochie became more animated as he continued his story. “I’m thinking I’m killing it and ole girl was loving it ’cause her face was all contorted and shit, so naturally I thought the bitch was ’bout to bust a fatty, but then this raunchy bitch fucked around and farted in my face.” Everybody broke out into a fit of laughter. “Man, that shit ain’t funny,” he confirmed. “I punched that bitch in her pussy so hard she ain’t gonna be able to fuck for a long time.”

Moochie always had a good story to tell. He was exactly one year younger than Kidd was. They were born on the same day, only one year apart. He was Kidd’s right-hand man and the only family he had left. You rarely saw one without the other. After their mother passed away, Kidd clung to his younger brother for sanity. Watching their mother struggle for life and wither away had done something to his mental. He latched on to Moochie hard and made him his only reason for living. He made sure he was taken care of. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for his little brother. Moochie was the spitting image of his older brother with the exception of the shoulder-length dreads he sported.

“That’s what the fuck you get,” Kidd said sarcastically and slapped him in the back of the head. “You ain’t supposed to do that shit to every chick you meet. I thought I taught you betta! You gonna fuck around and catch that nasty man’s disease in yo’ mouth.” Sometimes, Kidd didn’t understand the things that came out of Moochie’s mouth.

“Right,” Skillet cosigned, “and the catch of the day is only at Red Lobster.”

Everybody erupted in laughter again.

The host, Gary, while making his rounds, returned to their table. “What story you telling now, Moochie? I know ain’t nobody, but you got everybody over here laughing like this.”

Gary was a tall, slim man who was three shades darker than a Hershey’s Kiss. He had been watching the two brothers come in for years with their mother every Saturday. After she passed away, it took awhile, but eventually, they started coming back and kept up the tradition, and he always enjoyed them when they came.

“This nigga let someone fart in his face,” Skillet blurted out in between laughs. Gary grinned at the admission and looked at Moochie. “So, how was it, man?” Skillet asked. “I know it couldn’t have been that bad. She was a dime.”

“Fuck that shit, man. Pardon my French, Mr. Gary,” Moochie exclaimed. “But what look good on the outside definitely wasn’t good on the inside. That shit smelled like a batch of greens that been sittin’ out for ten days. You know how that shit sneak up on you? But that fart didn’t. That shit hit instantly.”

Laughter filled the air again at Moochie’s expense. Gary joined in this time around, but he didn’t stick around to hear any more. He was sure it would be too vulgar for his Christian ears.

“So we going out tonight?” Skillet asked looking between the brothers after the laughter subsided. He took a sip of his soda and chewed on the ice cube that he put inside of his mouth.

“I dunno,” Kidd answered with a shrug, taking a long drink of his soda. “Where y’all tryin’a go?”

Moochie’s mouth opened to answer, but Kidd cut him off. “I ain’t going to that nasty-ass Pink Slip again. The last time I was there, this muthafucka here was getting his dome shined by some ho, and nigga was sitting right next to me.” He nodded toward his brother with his lips turned up in disgust. “I ain’t down with all that raunchy shit.”

“Man, get out of here with that bullshit! Don’t you two niggas still take baths together?” Skillet looked at the two brothers and started laughing, but he was the only one that found that joke funny.

“Fuck you, nigga.” Moochie gave him the middle finger. “But, aye. Damn! You saw that shit? I told the bitch to be more discrete,” Moochie laughed as he looked back at Kidd.

Once again, everyone laughed at Moochie’s crazy ass.

Kidd reached inside of his pocket, pulled out four twenty-dollar bills, and laid them on the table.

“Where you headed?” Moochie inquired as he threw another piece of cold bacon in his mouth.

“To see Devin,” he said, referring to his longtime friend whom he had helped to get his law firm off the ground.

Devin was actually a criminal lawyer, but he did everything for Kidd. When he decided to take extra classes to learn about investments and taxes, he’d contacted Kidd. He knew Kidd would be perfect for a good profit. If it wasn’t for Kidd, he wouldn’t have his own law firm that was currently one of the biggest in St. Louis. Devin knew all the ins and outs, courtesy of Kidd. Kidd saw potential in him and knew that, in his line of work, he would need him in the future. Kidd had a lot of illegal money to invest, but he chose to invest the money he got from his mother’s insurance money and never touch it. The 200K had now grown to well over 5 million in seven years. He invested for Kidd; he was his tax lawyer, and he’d turned a lot of Kidd’s money legal.

“Got some business to take care of. Y’all can follow me. Then, we can see what’s up after that.”

“Naw, man. I had a bad experience in one of them lawyers’ offices,” Moochie said with a stern look.

“Oh shit! I feel another story coming on,” Skillet confirmed.

“I’m out, y’all.” Kidd stood and gave everyone at the table some dap and strolled toward the door. As he was walking out, he could hear them laughing hard. He made a mental note to make sure his brother told him the story too.

After Kidd slid inside of his old-school Chevy Impala, the sounds of Lil’ Wayne filled the air. Once he pulled off, he quickly changed his playlist from rap to R&B. He was particularly feeling the R. Kelly cut “You Bring Me Joy.”

He cruised down Highway 170 toward his lawyer’s office in Clayton, slumped in the seat coolly singing along with Kells. He thought back to when he was a child and his mother would always say, “Wanya, if you can’t put a smile on a woman’s face, then there is no sense in talking to her at all.” Back when his mother kept a smile on her face, they were a happy family. He hadn’t felt that kind of happiness since the day she took her last breath right in front of him and Moochie. Even with all of the women after him, Kidd always said he would never get married until a woman could make him feel the way that song portrayed love. Or until he met a woman that made him want to put a permanent smile on her face. He wasn’t necessarily looking for love, but he also wasn’t. . .