Hitta’s Tea Maker Series (Part 1-2) by Edwina Fort
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Overview: Author Edwina Fort is a writer who writes with a passion and purpose. She was born and raised in Chicago but now resides in the south. Although she is new to many, this author has been writing for many years and has given her unique style of writing away freely at no cost to those who would receive. Her passion for writing came about at an early age and developed into what it is today based on her experience and life lessons. With her stories, she wants to redefine all that we’ve been taught to believe and shed light on our truths and potential. Writing is her calling, and she wants to share that gift with you through the pages of her work. Each book will take you on a memorable journey you will find hard to forget.
Genre: Fiction > Romance
Part 1
I screamed as I tried to run past him, but his big warm hand palmed my belly before he slammed me back against the wall. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it was hard enough to get my attention, not to mention the fact that he was crowding my space in a very threatening way.
He was so strong, his hand still flat against my stomach was holding me against the wall while his other arm rested on the wall just above my head. He leaned in close, trapping me with his big stout body.
Tears filled my eyes when his raged filled face got close to mine. I wanted to scream for help, but I was so terrified the only thing I could do was stand there shivering.
Part 2
As he watched my hand lower my zipper exposing just a peek of my panties underneath, he licked his lips before a dangerous litte grin came to his face. I nearly lost my bravery right then because I knew what he could do with those lips, but I was determined to play the game, so I took my time coming down to straddle his lap, moving my hips back and forward till I found the most comfortable position.
The whole time he watched me through narrowed eyes, again reminding me of the lion that lazily watched his prey, giving them a false sense of comfort before they pounced. When I positioned my warmth just right over his hardness, I smiled.
"Now, let’s see what we can do about that headache." I held up the little vial of oil, but he lifted his hand and nonchalantly swatted it out of mine, sending it skidding quietly across the carpeted floor.
"Do I look like the kind of mutha f**ka you can play games with?"
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