I pull down the front of his track pants, finding him hard, the tip glistening with his many piercings. “Stop talking, Malik,” I growl.
“Princess, wait.” He grabs my hands again just before I wrap one around his cock. “Flee fornication. Every sin that a man doeth is without the body; but he that committeth fornication sinneth against his own body.”
“What the fuck are you saying?” I sit back on his thighs while his hands encircle my wrists firmly. The feel of his hands are too similar to the feel of the rope, and I have to swallow down the sudden bout of anxiety, making my irritation more potent.
“It’s from the Bible,1 Corinthiansto be exact.” His face is bright with excitement, enraging me further.
I snap my wrists out of his hold, only making him smile wider until I fall over him, my hands landing on either side of his head. “Are you fucking anyone else, Malik?” His smile falls as he looks at me with confusion.
“Figuratively or literally?” His mouth tips upward at the sound of my growl.
“What?” My brows come together in an effort to understand what the fuck he’s saying.
He reaches up and pulls my hair out of the messy bun, letting the dark tresses tumble around our heads, creating a curtain, and then whispers, “I jack off to Mary Magdalene in the Bible. She’s got a naughty streak, that one, and you know that’s my weakness.” He gives me a cheeky wink after he says the most insane thing I’ve ever heard come out of his sinful mouth.
His hands slip into my hair as he drags me down to kiss him, his tongue ring cool against my warm flesh. If he thinks this will distract me from the task at hand, he’s sorely mistaken. This man has been edging me for weeks and I have had enough.
I break the kiss and grab his chin as I lean back, grabbing his pulsing length in my other hand. His eyes darken and flick down to watch as I hover over him, his tongue snaking along his bottom lip.
“You going to force me, Princess?”
My answer is to sink down over his cock, the stretch so delicious as his piercings add a sensation I have never felt before. His eyes stay trained right where we’re joined, his jaw ticking with the effort to stay quiet.
“I’m so fucking wet,” I say on a moan, making those chocolate eyes flick up to mine.
His hips lift to sink the rest of the way inside of me with a muffled curse. “This is not where I wanted our first time to be.” His voice is edged with anger as his eyes flash with desire.
“It’s so much hotter than anywhere else,” I admit to him as I roll my hips and fall back over him, my mouth meeting his ear. “Because I’m taking what I want, regardless of what you want.”
His hands are wrapped around my waist as his cock jerks inside me, pulling a gasp from my throat as I circle over him. Suddenly, I’m flat out on my back as he pulls nearly all the way out of me, then slams back inside.
His thrusts become punishing, the force of each one making my back dig into the earth. The pain of each thrust only heightens my pleasure, and I preen at finally getting what I’ve been wanting. My fingers dig into the shirt at his back as I twist the fabric in my hands. “Is this what you wanted?” he grunts out. “You wanted to take my cock no matter how I felt? You wanted to steal from me our first time, and instead, have us rutting out here like a pair of pigs in the dirt?”
The anger-laced words and the heat in his eyes have my pussy clenching around him as I tip my head back on a loud moan. “Yes,” I pant. “I was sick of waiting for you.”
He pushes all the way inside of me and stops to grab my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his. With a tsk through his teeth, he reaches between us and pulls my pussy lips open with one hand, his mouth curving upward.
“This clit will be pierced, whetheryouwant that or not,” he assures me as I begin to squirm, wanting him to continue fucking me. I’d let him pierce anything in this moment, as long as he doesn’t stop.
Instead of getting what I want, I receive a swift slap to my clit, the sudden pain shooting through me. My eyes explode with stars as the pain triggers an orgasm so intense that I lose my breath in a scream. My hips jerk against Malik, my greedy pussy taking everything she needs as tears run down and over my cheeks.
With a low groan, Malik falls over me, his mouth hovering over mine as he begins to thrust into me gently.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs. “Completely fucking perfect for me.”
Ajani is stitching up a brother who took a stabbing when he decided to brawl at the local pub without any Hell’s March there to back him up. I’m sitting at my desk, impatiently waiting for it to be done so I can get back home to Genevieve and sink my dick in her as the sun is rising.
On the nights I’m called in here or I have to stay with a patient, Malik spends the night with her. She’s been getting better with the night terrors but hasn’t completely healed as of yet. I know it’s all about time, but I wish I could just erase it all for her.
Ajani and I have been trying to piece together if it was Barrett or Bear who was violating her, and then we’ve been thinking up an elaborate plan to have them killed without us looking involved.
For now, she’s safe and that’s all that matters.
We still haven’t heard anything back from the Steel Dragons and the damage they’ve sustained from Genevieve’s inferno, but I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before they’ve licked their wounds and show up on our doorstep. I hope I come face-to-face with Jaeger Varga so he can become well-acquainted with my gun.
The doors to the medical swing open and in walks Malik with a stupid grin on his face. I quickly stand from my chair, nearly knocking it over as he heads toward me.
“Who’s with Genevieve?” I ask, my words saturated with worry as my heart slams up into my throat.
