Page 103 of Sinner's Malice

“He showed me which one he wanted, and I made the call.” Arianwen smiled sweetly. “Did you know that when you say money is no object, that retailers actually move faster?”

Mercy hid his smirk.

“I give up,” Montana groaned, storming from the room.

Mercy shook his head, grinning. “Girl, next time I have a problem, I’m going to need you to do all the talking. I’ve never seen Montana give in so quickly.”

Twenty-Nine

Silver

It had been a grueling morning so far, and after enduring Montana’s snide remarks, I was desperate for a moment of peace. No sooner had I stepped out of Mercy’s office, Malice firmly grasped my hand and forcefully pulled me down the hall, making a beeline for the kitchen.

I didn’t know what else he needed, and his silence made it difficult to gauge his requirements.

I was at a loss, unable to conjure up any other thoughts or ideas.

When I entered the commonly used space, I felt a heavy sigh escape my lips as I scanned the room, only to realize it was devoid of any presence. “Malice, I need to get back to the bar.”

The only sound that reached my ears was a deep, guttural growl before he came up behind me. He was standing so close that I could feel his breath on my skin. His body radiated intense heat, which permeated into my skin, and as he leaned in closer, his warm breath danced along the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I felt a wave of goose bumps ripple across my body as his hand cautiously tightened around my waist, and he softly planted a kiss on the side of my neck. With bated breath, I steeled myself for the imminent occurrence, unable to make a single movement. His strong arm pressed against me, providing the support I needed to keep my knees from giving way.

His presence alone had the power to ignite a blazing fire deep within my soul.

He growled again.

With a moan escaping my lips, he spun my body around and effortlessly turned me to face him.

A shiver seeped down my spine.

He held me tightly. My heart threatened to burst from my chest as our eyes locked in a moment of intense connection. He had told me plainly, without any hesitation or ambiguity, he couldn’t have sex facing a woman without his past coming forward.

I was left bewildered as to why he decided to turn me, and my fear silenced any desire to inquire. His hand moved softly down my face, and I came to the realization that his change of heart was inconsequential in that moment. It was his touch that consumed my thoughts and the only thing that mattered was that I was facing him while he did so.

With careful precision, his hand glided down my shoulder, instantly loosening the knots of tension in my body. I could feel the warmth of his touch when his fingers caressed the line of my collarbone. A finger grazed the neckline of my top and it slid underneath the strap of my bra, sensually dragging it down my arm, revealing my exposed shoulder.

Slowly, his lips made their way down my neck, and I couldn’t help but let out a moan. I tilted my head, baring my vulnerable skin to him, silently inviting him to explore further. As his other hand moved up, I could feel his fingers tangling in my hair, creating a tingling sensation. His nails grazed my scalp softly, anchoring my head in place while his fingers threaded in my hair.

Every fiber of my being buzzed with anticipation, a deep yearning that only he had the power to satisfy.

A warmth gathered between my legs.

I leaned in closer to him, my body unconsciously moving towards his, yearning to press against the rising heat in his groin.

He growled then turned me fast until I faced the counter.

My breath caught when I felt his hand on the flat of my back, encouraging me to bend at the waist.

The sensation of his hand against my shoulder blade was electrifying as he caressed his fingers down my spine, finally resting at my waist. I could feel his right hand gently pressing against the base of my back, keeping me grounded, while his other hand retraced its path upwards.

Leaning in, he exerted pressure, causing me to be firmly wedged between his weight and the unyielding, chilly countertop. With a tender touch, he pushed my hair away and pressed his lips against my neck, lingering near my ear.

“Mine,” he growled, sending a shiver down my spine.

With his free hand, he firmly grasped my wrists and held them tightly, rendering me defenseless. When he let go of my hair, his fingers trailed down my back, their gentle pressure leaving an electrifying sensation in their wake. As he reached the waist of my leather skirt, his fingers slipped under the hem, finding their way to the delicate thread of my G-string, which he swiftly tore off me.

Inhaling sharply, I could feel my breaths becoming increasingly labored, coming in waves as someone kicked the kitchen door open.

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