Prince of the Ghetto

Prince of the Ghetto 12

Chapter 12

“I can't.”

Marcus looked over at me. There was shock in his eyes. He wasn't expecting that. The words came out of my mouth before I wanted them to. After I said it he looked over at me almost as though I had just wounded the fuck out of him.

“Wow...”

“Marcus.”

“No I get it,” Marcus replied shaking his head, “I'm not good enough.”

“It's too soon...”

“Too soon? I've known you since we were kids. What the fuck do you mean too soon?” Marcus asked shaking his head, “Oh wait...I know...Jalen. I forgot.”

I shook my head.

“It's more than just Jalen.”

“Right. Plus the fact that you are a prince.”

I walked over to Marcus. I don't know what I was hoping to do but I just started to kiss him. I started to kiss him so hard. I kissed him so hard that he literally pushed away from me at that moment. He literally pushed me.

“I apologize,” he replied after seeing how hard he pushed me.

I shook my head, “Don't. Listen. I love you. I do. I just. I'm a spoil little brat. I'm used to getting everything that I want. The problem is when you are given everything you want sometimes it gets hard to decide what you want.”

“Simple. Do you want me or Jalen?”

I thought about it.

“I've always wanted you.”

“Then what's the issue...”

Marcus wasn't having it. It was clear he wasn't having it. I wasn't used to him being so sharp with me. I wasn't used to him speaking his mind. A part of me wanted him to be like this but a part of me was scared of it. A part of me was scared that I was getting exactly what I deserved. I had juggled my desires like jewels. Everything was a game to me.

I knew I should have taken this more serious.

I knew I should have made my point.

“We don't have to get married Marcus,” I replied, “Jalen offered to come back with me. He wanted to help me rule. Why won't you make the same offer?”

Marcus laughed. It wasn't a laugh as though he found something funny. He was amused by something. He was taken back by something. There was a difference here.

Marcus looked over at me at that moment and shook his head.

“So this isn't even about Jalen. This is about the throne.”

“It's my birth right...”

I didn't get how he expected me to just walk away from it all. How did he expect me to walk away from the only thing that I was born to do.

All I knew was being a prince. All I knew was being royalty.

Now Marcus was asking me to give that all up?
Just like that.

“Marcus.”

“I know what going back will be like. Jalen will be fine with it. I won't be. Simple as that.”

I shook my head, “You can't even compromise though?”

“Compromise? Compromise! I'll have to be bowing to you. I'll have to be subservient to you. I don't want that. Not in the way that you are thinking. Because I'm in love with you. I want to be equal. That isn't going to work for me.”

Marcus was pushing back in the most brutal way. It was really getting to me how he was just going back at me though.

I didn't know what I was doing but I felt myself pressed up against his back. His strong dark tone. His muscles. His cologne. Everything about him turned me on. A part of me could be happy here. I knew that a part of me could be happy here. A part of me could love him. But I was a prince. That is what I was.

Luxury, cars and respect was all that I knew.

“Marcus come back with me please...”

I was kissing him on the back of his neck at that moment. I ran my tongue up against the side of his neck and outlined the chin with saliva. He turned when I did it. I knew Marcus wanted me. If only he could agree to go back with me. If only...

He kissed me hard dragging my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues collided at that moment. I could feel our mouths circling one another.

He sat naked on the bed.

His dick was rock hard at that moment, “Come over here...let me show you how much I love you...”

Holy shit. He looked so sexy sitting there on the bed. His dick was hard. His abs were tight. I quickly removed my pants and made my way over to him.

Marcus spit in his hand at that moment. He spit in his hand and put it on his dick making it wet. He put some more spit on my ass.

I cradled my thighs around his waist. He grabbed my body and steadied it over his dick. I felt my nerves get uneasy as Marcus started to slowly lower me onto his dick at that moment. His dick so full at that moment.

It went straight into me. The hard dick piercing my insides.

“Holy shit!” I screamed out.

He was gentle though. He was so gentle how his dick slid deep into me. I heard him moan. His breath pressed up warmly up against my adam's apple as my head swung backward in ecstacy. I moaned again feeling him deep inside of me.

He leaned close to me, bringing our bodies so close that my dick was pressed up against his stomach. My legs were wrapped tightly behind his back.

“I can serve you,” he told me as he lowered me down his dick, “You see what I'm trying to show you. I can serve you everyday for the rest of your life it you want me to.”
“That's what I want...god this is what I WANT!”

He raised me up and then pressed me into him again. His dick went so deep. I could feel the head massage deep inside of me. I was panting wanting more. The feeling was so amazing. The feeling of having Marcus inside of me after all this time was almost like some sort of beautiful fairytale.

Jalen who?

“I can give you this. Every morning...every night...”

He had lifted me up again.

“God yes. Yes. Give it to me. That is all I want. Give me what I want!”

“Yes Prince...”

He was fucking me. He had cradled in his arms as he did it, lifting me high above the ground. My legs were wrapped around his waist. My arms lingered free. He suspended me over his body. It was almost like he was showing me how he could take care of me. And I was falling deeper and deeper in love with every stroke.

Marcus was pleasing me. He opening doors that I never thought could be opened. The feeling of being made love to was so much. It was taking over my entire body. There was a rush of blood that flowed into my brain. It flowed into my body. I flowed into my heart.

This wasn't sex.

No...this was love-making.

“Marcus, this is making me want to cry,” I stated.

He knew what he was doing to me. Marcus was as skilled in love making as he was with everything else that he did. The perfect specimen...even now. No one could compare. He knew exactly how deep to stroke. He knew just how hard to push his dick up in me. I didn't even have to participate if I wanted to. He had me suspended securely over him.

His goal: To please.

“I can stroke your ass, three times a day,” he told me.

“Yes, hell yes.”

“Stroke your body.”

“FUCK YES!”

“Stroke your soul.”

He was looking me in my eyes at that moment. He knew exactly what to say. He was captivating. It was almost as though he was opening a glass door to the future. It was almost like he was giving me everything.

“Baby I love this.”

“Is it the best...”

He knew the answer to that. He wanted confirmation though.

“Yes...”

“What if I did this for you?”

His hand was rubbing the shaft of my dick. Somehow he was still able to suspend me in the air while stroking my dick. All this time he didn't shake or buckle under the pressure not one time. I wasn't the lightest person either mind you. Those royal delicacies had made me a little thick around the the thighs. Everything was so smooth was Marcus though. Everything was perfect.

“My body can't take much more.”

“I can feel it. What do you want?”

“I want to cum...keep stroking me...”

He did as I said. He strokes my ass with his thrusts. Slow circular motions. He was almost dancing in my ass. He had a rhythm do him. Slow and deep. Fast and hard. Then he would kiss me when he caught my mouth open, swapping fluids in our mouths. His wet tongue lashing at the back of my throat over and over until I started panting.

Then his hands made slow but solid strokes on my dick. He was working his dick. He had lubricated again with his spit and he had created some sort of master hand-job with it. If I didn't know better I would have sworn Marcus had been trained for years in this. He knew exactly what to do and my body was exploding.

This is what I wanted.

“Yes...yes...I'm about to cum...”

“No you aren't.”

All of a sudden nothing.

Nothing.

He stopped jerking my dick. He stopped fucking me. He pulled me out. His dick still hard as a rock yet he pulled me out. My dick was dripping with precum. I was looking over at him hungry and almost wanting to throw a fit. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe he just stopped...when I was so close all of a sudden. It was almost like my body was freaking out.

My body was shivering.

Yes.

“Why the fuck did you just stop?” I asked him.

Marcus shook his head, “To show you something.”

“What the FUCK could you be possibly trying to show me by not letting me nut?” I asked him.

“You don't always get what you want.”

Marcus was serious. He was dead serious. Marcus then proceeded to put his fucking clothes on. This was not fucking happening.

I had to have been in the twilight zone.

“Marcus. Ok. You made your point. Finish me...”

“Is that an order?”

He was surveying my face hard.

“Marcus. Don't be like that. You know I'm done giving you orders...you're free to do what you want but...”

“Well if that's the case I don't want to have sex anymore. Is that ok?”

“This is fucking bullshit! MARCUS!”

He shook his head.

“See...brat. Just when I thought you were changing.”

“I can't believe this,” I stated shaking my head, “You are really bribing me with sex.”

“I'm not bribing you with anything,” he replied, “In America I can say no. Back home, I can't. Now you get it. Sex is an important part of a relationship. What do you want? A sex slave. I'm sure you can get a million back home. Or do you want a lover.”

“Where did you learn that?”

“Excuse me?”

“You just fucking seduced me to make your point!”

“I can make you feel like no man can,” Marcus replied, “If that's what you mean, then you're right. I can seduce you but it isn't something I learned. It's because I want you as much as you want me. I put everything into pleasing you. But I can't do that back home. If you want me---all of me---it will have to be here. And I can serve you and you can serve me. And that's a relationship. A real one. But if you want that kind of love it's here...with me. If you want our throne you can have that. I'm not stopping you. But you can't have me and the throne.”

I stopped talking.

Enough of this. I was the prince. I was the FUCKING prince.

“It's ok for me to have everything I want,” I replied.

He kept shaking his head. He kept shaking his head at me. Who did Marcus think he was.

“You haven't changed. Not even a little bit. I can't fucking believe you.”

“This is what happens when you leave me with blue balls. You don't get it. I don't get blue balls. I'm a fucking Prince. I get everything I want. Luxuries. Planes. Jalen. You. The throne. Everything I want. I can get.”

“Jalen. You put me in the same category as him?” he asked shaking his head as though disappointed more than pissed off.

“I am starting to gather my things tomorrow. I expect you to be on the plane.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Is that an order?”

“Yes...it is.”

And with that I walked out of the room.

I walked out more pissed then ever. I had never experienced having blue balls before. I had never been teased like that to the point of having an orgasm and then rejected. I felt...belittled. I felt less than I was.

A part of me knew I had gone too far with him. I knew that I had disrespected him more than I usually did. I lashed out. I had no choice. I had to show him that I was still royalty. He couldn't just push me to the edge like that.

No one could push me to the edge like that.

Right?

“Make sure you send several men to escort Marcus back to the hotel tonight,” I told Zula.

“Yes sir.”

“Zula.”

“Yes sir.”

“Am I wrong if I forced Marcus to come back.”

“No sir. You can never be wrong.”

He said it with a cold fact as well. He had said it as though it was a fact more than anything. I nodded. I could never be wrong. There was power in that. Marcus would be upset but this was for the best. He would be with me and I would have my throne as well.

I was angry when we arrived to Brolic's party. The place was lit up with people crowding and everything like that. Music was blasting. They were hood characters. I saw a few of the people that had jumped me too back when I first started staying with Jalen. There were other shady looking characters there.

“Whose that?”

“What's going on?”

“Are those the cops?”

Whispers started spreading around the party as soon as me and my entourage walked into it. I watched the room start to part like the red sea. People were staring. They weren't hiding it. I watched as the boys who jumped me jetted off the other way when they saw me being escorted by the likes of Zula.

As I walked through the crowd I could have sworn I saw Jalen but I wasn't sure. Whoever it was seemed to be walking out when I walked in so I didn't get a good view.

I felt...powerful.

It was amazing to feel like that.

“Over there,” I told Zula.

That was all I needed to say. Within the next few minutes people were getting pushed and prodded out of the way. I didn't know how many people I had with me. There had to be 20 all together.

I watched the looks on people's faces when they saw the servants come out first. People had been dancing and acting 'ratchet' but they stopped all of a sudden.

I felt like a king all of a sudden.

I felt higher than the highest mountain.

“Make way...” my security detail started off.

They clearing a path right through the dance floor completely disrupting the entire party. I loved every moment of it. I loved all the locals standing there gasping almost as I made this grand entrance. I loved the fact that Zula wouldn't even let anyone close to me. He was like some huge curtain blocking them. I watched as people were standing on tippy toes trying to get a look at who he was concealing. When they saw my little frame there were more whispers.

“Whose that boy?”

How could Marcus ever believe that I would ever want to give this up. This was beyond intoxicating. This was everything.

“Zula, go stop the music.”

“Yes crowned prince.”

It was just that easy.

Zula had went up to the DJ with four men all over 6'5”. It only took a matter of minutes before the music stopped. That DJ definitely didn't want any problems with them. I could tell by the look on his face. The crowd however was going crazy when he shut it off. It looked like they were having fun.

Clearly I had fucked up the fun.

I walked onto the stage. No. I was lifted onto the stage at that moment. In the next moment I was handed a microphone by one of my servants. I don't know how she got it but I was sure she knew that I had something I wanted to say.

“I'm looking for Brolic. This party is shut down until he comes and sees me. I'll wait...”

People were confused. They looked like they didn't know whether to boo, riot or leave the party all together. None of them came close to the stage though. I was pissed. Brolic had done all of this with the money that he supposedly got from selling me out.

That shit wasn't going down.

That wasn't going down at all.

In the next moment Brolic finally came up to the stage.

“He called me...he called me!” Brolic was saying.

It was clear he was being blocked. He was being blocked at his own party. It was hilarious. I watched at that moment as Brolic started to make his way up to the stage. When he saw my face I noticed it wasn't the same Brolic from before.

Brolic seemed scared now. He seemed less antsy.

“Let him through,” I directed my security detail.

Two men escorted him onto the stage. A lot of people were leaving the party. The ones who stayed seem to be watching the stage trying to figure out what was going on.

Brolic shook his head, “Djimon. You're ok.”

“Surprised?”

He looked around. He got one look at Zula and it was almost like he was ready to shit his pants. No lie. Brolic looked scared as fuck at that moment.

“Why are you here?”
“You know why I'm here.”

“No...actually I don't fucking know why you're here. You just walk into my party and stop the music like you fucking own the place? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

I knew someone like Brolic wouldn't be able to hold his tongue for long.

All of a sudden he was attacked. He was an idiot. We might have still been in Brooklyn but the idea that he talked to me like this in front of my subjects was a recipe for disaster.

He was hit behind his head and behind his ankles. He collapsed to his knees at that time. Zula was the one who went up him and grabbed him by his throat. He choked him so hard that I thought Brolic was about to die. Brolic had turned a bright blue.

When he realeased Brolic, Brolic was on the ground. They took turns hitting him. I was kind of shocked to be honest with you. I was pissed at Brolic. Now people were definitely leaving the party.

“Watch how you talk to the crowned prince,” Zula told him before spitting on him, “That's where you belong sewer rat.”

Zula looked like he was about to hit him again.

I literally had to raise up my hand to stop him.

“That's enough.”

Zula stopped. I knew the beating would have went on if I hadn't stopped. I watched as Brolic's homeboys the ones who had jumped me for my sneakers a while back looked on from a distance. They were punks honestly. They didn't even attempt to look out for Brolic. They didn't attempt to come anywhere close.

Brolic was coughing up blood, “Yo what the fuck. I'll call the cops.”

I laughed at that moment, “Isn't that like against your code? I thought they don't snitch in American hoods.”

“Why are you even doing this?”

“You know why...you sold me out,” I told him, “You sold me to my sister's advisors hoping for a quick payout. So they would kill me and you would get chump change. Is this what you did you used to throw this wack ass party.”

“You think---wait...you think...” he started laughing at that moment.

Zula looked over at me as though asking for permission.

“Go ahead.”

Brolic thought this was a joke? He was sadly mistaken.

I watched as Zula picked Brolic up way over his head. He was about to drop him off the stage. Brolic would have broken something. I was sure.

“Wait, wait, wait...” Brolic stated shaking his head, “I got the money to throw this party from Jalen...”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn't tell on you,” Brolic stated.

I looked over at Zula, “Put him down.”

Zula put Brolic down on stage. I wanted him to come closer. I was thoroughly confused. Brolic took a few steps closer but two of my security detail blocked him from too close. Brolic stood behind them like a monkey behind bars in order to talk.

“I didn't tell on you,” Brolic explained, “If you think I did you are sadly mistaken. Jalen was actually the one who told on you...”

“You're lying...”

My heart stopped.

“Didn't you see him jet off when you came in?” Brolic asked, “Clearly he knew the jig was up. I didn't tell anyone about where we were going to be. Jalen did.”

My heart was racing.

This was worse. This was way worse. I could have died that day. I could have died if the advisors had gotten their way. Jalen was the one who had sold me out? Jalen was the one who almost had me killed that day?

I started to run out of the club.

I had never been so embarrassed and felt so stupid in my life. I was so SURE it was Brolic. This entire time I was so sure it was Brolic.

It all made sense.

It all made sense now.

“Prince. Prince get out of the street,” Zula stated.

I did as he said. Tears were rolling down my eyes. I looked over at my security detail and servants. I would have died that day because of Jalen!

I would have died if it weren't for...

“Marcus,” I screamed out at the top of my lungs, “Someone call Marcus. Put Marcus on the phone. NOW!”

I was desperate. I had to apologize to him. I had to apologize for how I acted earlier! He had saved my life. The fucked up part was Jalen had sold me out before we even had sex. Jalen knew that he was the one who sold me out when he had sex with me.

He straight betrayed me and left me out to dry.

Had this been his plan all along? He was going to milk me for all that I was willing to give him and then sell me the enemy at the end?

Then he had sex with me!

He had sex with me!
Like an idiot I had trust Jalen.

“Put Marcus on the phone!” I kept screaming.

I was tearing up. I was panicking. I had treated Marcus like shit. He would hate me. I had treated him like shit just because he gave me blue balls. What kind of person was I?

“Sir,” one servant started.

“What's the problem? I asked to speak to Marcus...”

The servants looked at one another. Then they looked at Zula. What the fuck was wrong with them? Why were they hesitating like this? What the fuck was wrong with them?

“Prince...”

“Spit it out.”

“Marcus is gone. He knocked out his escorts, took all his bags, passport and he left. We believe he is no longer in the country...”

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