Chapter Fifty-two
“Barbados!?” I gasp.
“Yes,” Malakai grins at me, “Now get changed.”
I stare down at all the clothes he packed for me, “How warm is it?”
He pulls out his phone and checks before he answers, “Eighty-two.”
A bubble of excitement works through me. Heat. Sun. Time away with him.
Granted, a trip away was the last thing on my mind but now we’re an hour out, I’m starting to realize I might just need it.
Despite his little taunt of only allowing me a couple of hours sleep, I fell asleep an hour in and slept for four hours. There’s now only an hour before we land.
Grabbing my Levi shorts and a tank, I skip toward the oversized bathroom. This plane is all luxury. There’s a shower in the bathroom, a bed at the back and a fully stocked bar and fridge.
The chairs are made of the softest material, which had made it so easy to drift off even though I had no intention of sleeping.
“Not in there,” Malakai startles me when he pushes the bathroom door closed and guides me further back, toward the bedroom with the full-sized bed inside.
He clicks the door closed and sits on the bed, leaning back against the headboard.
“Strip, Olivia.” He purrs.
I’m starting to regret not giving him any rules for this twenty-four-hour claiming of his.
Hooking my fingers beneath the hem of my sweater, I pull it off and then drop my hands to the button on my jeans. I kick off the boots before I slide them down my legs, leaving me in my bra and panties.
His eyes devour me like it’s the first time he’s getting to look.
But that’s how he always looks, with unabashed desire and appreciation.
“Such a good girl when you’re not being a little brat,” He praises, “Come here.”
Swallowing, I round the bed and place my knee to the soft mattress, climbing on but he grabs me quickly, pulling me onto his lap so I’m straddling him.
His hands go to the cups of the bra, tugging until they’re away from my breasts, sitting beneath them so they’re pushed up. His fingers tease over my nipples, eyes on where he touches me.
“I fear I’ll never get enough,” He whispers, as if speaking more to himself than he is to me. My heartthumps wildly, warmth blooming that I could disguise as desire, but I’d be lying.
I was no longer just falling in love with Malakai.
Iamin love with him.
Every jagged, sharp edge of him.
“Kai,” The shortened version of his name, the version I know he loves to hear, stutters from my lips. A rumble that can only be described as a growl of approval sounds from his throat as he squeezes more forcefully on my breasts, not painfully but it’s enough to feel, to know what I do to him. How much control he lets go of when he is with me.
His cock, hard beneath me, twitches behind the constraints of his pants, my center pressed against it, my legs spread as wide as they’ll go over his hips. I rock gently over it, applying just a little bit of friction. It won’t take much, I’m wound so tight already, a wet, needy mess for him. I should be unnerved by the control he has on my body, how I yield to him without much fight but I’m not.
It's like my very soul feels safe with him. Like it inherently knows this man, touching and caressing and feeling me, would never do a single thing to bring me harm. I want walls to protect myself, but he brought them down, crumbling them with his dominance with half a thought.
Malakai justis.
He’s a king among men, an apex predator –thepredator – and despite the morally grey lines he dances upon and the evil he controls, he’s someone I am willing to worship. For a taste.
“You don’t come unless I tell you to,” He groans out, hands now at my hips, aiding the grind of them over the solid length of him. Fuck, I want it inside of me. I want the deep, powerful thrusts, the glide as he pulls almost all the way out only to slam right back in, burying so deep I feel him everywhere and still yearn for more.
