Misconduct

By Nicety

Everyone has a bad side. Misconduct is real, it's raw, it's risqué and it's a reader's delight. After a terrible tragedy, Starla and Chino Jacobs struggle to keep their marriage afloat. All relationships are tough, though none quite like this. Starla loses herself in an indulgence that's too difficult and toxic to break free from, Brian. Can she pull herself out the water and learn to swim before she sinks? Find out in this first installment!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nicety
• Release date: Feb 24, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311071804

Nicety

Nicety was born and raised on the south side of Chicago. She began her love of writing in the third grade. Many teachers pushed her to expand her knowledge of words, teaching her how to put them together to make them flow like melted butter. During her teen years she put her creative writing on hold and had an affair with another, graphic design. It wasn't until college that she began writing again, taking advanced creative writing and English classes. One professor caught on to her gift. He began to encourage her to publish her work and share her literary talent with the world. Upon graduating from Kennedy King College in 2010 with an Associates in Arts, that's exactly what she did. She now has several shorts, novellas and full-length novels under her belt. All of her books have topped the charts of one or more Amazon Bestsellers Lists at one point in time. Her goal is to bring that accomplishment over to the New York Times Bestseller list as well. To date, Nicety's most honored award is receiving the 2013 AAMBC BREAK OUT AUTHOR OF THE YEAR. She has also been nominated for Best Erotica Novel 2014 by DJ GATSBY BOOK CLUB.

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MISCONDUCT

Part 1

Nicety

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DEDICATION

I WOULD LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS NOVEL TO EVERY MARRIED COUPLE WHO HAS EVER HAD A PROBLEM IN THEIR MARRIAGE. WHETHER YOU’VE TRIED TO FIX IT, WORKED IT OUT, AND/OR REMAINED TOGETHER, AS LONG AS YOU KNOW YOU PUT IN THE WORK AND GAVE IT YOUR ALL THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS. KEEP REACHING FOR LOVE.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

SPECIAL SHOUT OUTS go to my family and my friends

who have supported my dream of becoming a published writer.

They believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself years ago.

I’m making you proud now! Also to my dedicated readers for

without you there would be no me. I love you all!

To some very special people who have been rocking

with me and supporting me from day one, your love knows no bounds.

Much love goes out to my editors Latosha Scruggs and Samantha Kennedy. You ladies are truly a blessing. Jackie Figueroa, the CEO of #TeamNicety, I couldn’t do it without you diva. If you rep #TeamNicety, then this book is for you.

Prologue

April 1, 2011

Seagram’s gin spewed from my lips as I exhaled deeply removing the half a gallon glass bottle away from them. I cuffed it close to my brown bare-naked body as if I were cradling my own flesh and blood. Spittle splashed all on his forehead before dripping down his nose and I did not even bother to wipe the shit off. My wide hips and plumped fat mocha skinned ass gyrated on top of his eight inch thick tanned Caucasian dick. His mouth was opened slightly excreting a faint moan as he stared up into my bouncing perky C cup beauties.

I rode his dick like I was in the fucking Kentucky Derby trying to stay in first place, fast and rough. It felt damn good, but the only emotion I could show came from the tears escaping my eyes sliding down my cheeks. They closed as my head tilted back. The room spun clockwise, or counter clockwise, actually I couldn’t give a fuck but my brain felt dizzy. With my mouth agape, my body was in pure unadulterated exuberance. I moved in slow but full motion enjoying the penetration.

Are you okay, baby? Chino reached his firm hands to my neck massaging roughly.

Shut the fuck up. My hand slapped his, forcing it to flop down on the bed like fish out of water. Didn’t I say don’t touch me?

Starla, you don’t have to be this way. Let me help—

I said shut the fuck up.

His dick tapped my uterus consistently. Not the light patting of fingers to a table tap but the gut wrenching pounding the police would deliver to the door of a decade long wanted fugitive kind of tap. It was like being born again. Every time I went down on him it prompted me to bounce even harder, inflicting the greatest amount of pain and pleasure possible. Pain, greater pain than a flamethrower searing my flesh apart. I needed to feel that pain. I needed something to deflect the aching that I was feeling in my heart. Maybe if my body were in agonizing pain physically, the sorrow that I was feeling would go away.

He reached for my neck again, pulling my head down trying to kiss me. Annoyance read on my face like a billboard. Yet, he continued trying to caress me even when he could clearly see that was the last thing that I wanted from him. I knocked his hands back down once again to his side punching them in the process. I didn’t want him to do anything but what I was telling him to do. Why couldn’t he understand that?

I’m not gonna cum like this. You’re not into it. You’re just doing this because you’re angry. Chino leaned back on the bed, bouncing casually and giving up.

He gave up but I wasn’t ready to. I never broke stride, rubbing my tits with my fingertips to get my pussy back wet from the dry gallop it was enduring. I rode him slowly attempting to coat his dick with juices and keep him in the mood, but it proved useless. Chino had already declined his erection. Out of reflex and anger, I extended my arm back against the air and lowered it slapping him hard across his left cheek.

His eyes read of confusion, staring up at me like a worried puppy, as I began to bounce on his dick rougher. Even though it was limp I was not done yet, beckoning him to get it back up for me. I was not fucking done yet. He was going to give me what I wanted one way or the other. I jerked on him allowing the liquor to take over my body. In a way, I felt out of control, like a demon had possessed my body yearning, hungering for my climax. The bed rocked violently. The headboard banged the wall as if it would burst right through it.

Starla, I can’t do this. You either talk to me about what you’re feeling or this is not happening.

I don’t want to talk. My breathing slowed feeling his dick grow a little inside of me. I want to fuck.

No, you don’t. You just want to find a reason not to talk about the fact that we just buried our fifteen month old daughter this morning. Chino sighed closing his eyes. It’s not our fault that the tumor formed in her brain. It’s not our fault that Kenya died of a rare form of Leukemia. You need to accept this baby. Now, please. Talk to me.

Hmm. It’s not my fault at least.

What the hell is that supposed mean, Starla? Just because my little sister died of Leukemia doesn’t mean anything. This was just a freak-isolated incident. It could have happened to anybody.

"Instead, it happened to our child. Our fucking child! You with your fucked