Our breathing eased as we gently floated down from our mutual high. Ky released my arms, his length twitching inside my channel, causing me to moan when the sensations became too much for my sensitive core.

Ky dusted kisses across my bruised cheek, careful not to press too hard, and I wrapped my hands around his neck. Ky’s nose rubbed down my cheek and his forehead pressed against mine. His eyes closed as his breathing calmed.

“I love you, Li. Christ, I fuckin’ love you,” he confessed. I could hear the disbelief and shock laced in his voice. My heart swelled and I began to think of a life with him. A life far from all I had been taught was true, but my soul was attached to his… joined, melded with his.

This was sacred.

This could be it…

“You okay, baby?”

I nodded shyly, and Ky slowly withdrew himself from my core. A sense of emptiness instantly settled within my chest, but after going into the bathroom, Ky rejoined me on the bed, scooping me up in his arms.

I felt so safe. I quickly realized I could spend forever in his arms, just like this, right here, right now.

“I ain’t ever thought I’d feel this way about a bitch, Li, but you’ve done it. You’ve got under my skin and changed me,” Ky finally spoke.

“I have?” I felt Ky’s head nod against the top of mine. “How?”

Deft fingers began combing through my hair, soothing me and lulling me to relax.

“Baby, from the minute you crawled outta that cell all those weeks ago, I was gone. Gone for your beautiful fuckin’ face, your killer fuckin’ frame, those eyes, those lips… Shit, I remember seeing you next to Mae all scared and shit, and like a fuckin’ bolt of lightning I was struck.”

I froze at his words. I was gone… for your beautiful face… bolt of lightning. I was struck.

“R-really?” I remarked, praying to all that was holy that he would continue.

“Yeah, Li. I dream about you in my bed, on the back of my bike. Pictured how fuckin’ stunning you’d be riding my cock, wearing my patch. Every brother in this club, except Styx and probably Flame, wants you. You’re the hottest bitch I ever saw. You got every one of these dicks in this MC entranced, Li, including me… especially me. Some damn voodoo spell you got me under that no other bitch has ever been able to do.”

My heart skipped a beat and a deep panic set in my chest. I felt like I could not breathe… I cannot breathe!

My hands began shaking and my palms sweated. I prayed Ky hadn’t noticed anything was amiss. His hands gripped me tighter, and I stilled.

“Li, I wanna know if—”

“Ky! Get your fuckin’ ass to church now! Styx is ‘bout ready to slit your throat!” someone shouted from the hallway and pounded heavily on the locked door.

“Shit!” Ky spat and jumped from the bed, pulling on his pants and shirt in quick succession. Reaching for his cut on the floor, Ky pushed back his messy hair with his fingers and stalked toward where I lay in the bed. He smiled, his teeth raking his bottom lip as he looked down at me.

Placing a knee on the mattress, Ky leaned down and crashed his lips against mine. I could taste my scent on his lips, and tears filled my eyes as I let myself enjoy his touch, his soft mouth.

Breaking away, Ky sighed and gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Fuck, Li, what the hell are you doing to me?” he said and walked to the door, casting me one last look. He shook his head and muttered, “Cunt-struck, one hundred percent cunt-struck.” With that he left the room, taking my heart and all hope with him.

It had happened again… only this time I had lost my heart to the victim.

I had swayed Ky to evil. I had taken a man with no desire to give his heart and my temptress ways had trapped him. I had lured him into believing he loved me… but it was all a fiction. He did not love me.

He is under my spell.

Lord! Everything Prophet David said was right. I was a harlot, the devil in disguise. I committed adultery by lying with an outsider. My punishment was his false love.

A pained cry ripped from my throat. I tossed back the sheet from my naked body and jumped to my feet. Rushing to the bathroom to pick up my discarded dress and headdress, I caught a glance of my reflection in the mirror and could not help but stare. My face was flush, my hair messy and wanton, and my body was damp with sweat from where our bodies had joined.

Tears were now streaming down my cheeks. I hated this hell! Hated that I was born this way, of Satan. I hated these looks, hated that the man I had fallen so deeply in love with was enamored not by my heart, my soul… me! But by these seductive looks, this brazen sexuality that poured from every inch of my body.

With shaking knees, I dressed quickly, throwing up my hair in a haphazard bun, and secured my headdress in place. I paced back and forth on the bathroom floor, my heart fracturing by the second, breaking into smithereens.

Ky did not truly love me. He was under my spell. He said so himself, from his very own lips. It was an illusion. I had ruined my purity, my virtue, for a man entrapped by my allurement. I had stolen his freedom… I was the sinner, not him. I was the damned, not the men at this club.

What are you doing to me? I was gone… for your beautiful face… Like a bolt of lightning, I was struck. Ky’s words kept tormenting my mind. What are you doing to me? It was my face. He was in love with the face, but not the woman underneath. He could only ever love this face.

I cannot breathe… I cannot breathe!