He steps back between my legs, hand going to my breast as he palms them and flicks my nipple with his fingers.
The head of him nudges at my pussy, clenching already.
“Open up, baby,” He growls, and when my thighs widen further, he thrusts forward, filling me completely.
I let out a groan, part pain, part pleasure, the sting of the stretch and the satisfaction making my spine arch and my eyes flutter closed.
His hand pins me down just above my hip, my arms keeping me steady as he thrusts forward with hard slams of his hips.
The balls bounce and move around the table, knocking into me as he fucks me hard and fast.
“That’s fucking it, Olivia,” He growls, “Look how fucking good you take me. Look at me when I fuck you, Olivia. Look at the man you belong to.”
I hook my legs above his ass, keeping him in me as I open my eyes and meet his. Lips parted, I keep my eyes on him, watch as his brow lowers and his mouth parts, slackened by pleasure. He fucks me hard, rough and fast.
Our skin slaps together, the sound of my moan joining the obscenely loud noise in the otherwise quiet room.
Fingers bruise where they hold, to the point of pain but it keeps me here, I want the bruises his fingers leave, want the marks and the ache.
I’m getting tighter, I can feel my orgasm just at the surface, right fucking there.
I drop a hand between my legs, the tips of my fingers rolling over my clit.
Malakai groans, his thrusts turning slower but harder, he goes deeper when he hooks his arm beneath my knee and shifts my leg and it’s enough.
My head throws back as I come, crying out as my pussy clenches around him, convulsing as I prolong my own orgasm with my fingers, convulsing around him as he continues to thrust.
But then he suddenly pulls out of me, and hot spurts of come land across my lower abdomen. Hooded eyes focus on his hand as he jerks himself, spilling himself onto my skin.
“You look so pretty with my come painting your skin,” His fingers push through the come on me,smearing it in. His eyes bounce away from his claiming, to mine, the blue of his so dark and full of promise. I need more. I’m not done.
“I want to mark you, Olivia,” He rasps, “Paint you mine so the whole fucking world knows that I amyours.”
Chapter Thirty-nine
She sits on one of the stools at the bar, my shirt falling halfway down her thighs and glitter still shimmering on her skin. Raven black hair mused and disheveled, falls over her shoulders as she sips on the water I grabbed from the fridge behind the bar.
I’m back in my slacks, giving her a rest. I was far from being done with her, but I did need her to stay conscious, so here we are.
My hands easily organize the balls on the pool table, putting them back into formation before I grab the cue and chalk.
“Come here, kitten,” I order gently.
Lazy eyes follow me before she caps her water bottle and slides off the stool. I watch her long, toned legs eat up the space between us, a sensual, flirty little smile playing on her lips.
I hold a cue out for her, “Winner gets a prize.”
She quirks a brow, the smile on her mouth turning smug, “You sure you wanna play this game, Kai?”
Time stops.
The world stops spinning.
Kai.
The only people to call me Kai are those closest to me. My grandfather. My friends.
She’s only ever called me Malakai, if she uses my name at all, and hearing her call me something so intimate, like we were more than enemies, more than a man who forced a woman to marry him, feels like an ending to my universe and a beginning all the same.
