Page 104 of Sinner's Malice

I stood frozen when Malice emitted a menacing growl, positioning his body in a protective stance over mine. Whoever it was, hastily retreated. Their footsteps echoing while they hurried away.

Alone once more, he forcefully spread my legs, which were straining against the tightness of my unforgiving leather skirt, while his fingers traced a path up my inner thigh, discovering myanticipation and desire. As he leaned in closer, his touch ignited a fiery sensation within me, his fingers expertly exploring the most sensitive parts of my body. He spread my lips apart while his fingers ventured between my buttocks.

A sharp, stinging sensation spread through my body as his hand struck my rear, the sound reverberating throughout the room. The force of his slap sent a shockwave through my body, leaving me breathless and feeling a searing burn. My face and breasts slid over the cold counter.

He held me tight by my wrists, my feet barely grazing the floor, and the familiar sound of his belt buckle and zipper echoed in the room.

Gasping, I whispered, “Malice. Anyone could walk in.”

I heard a deep, husky growl escape his lips when the head of his erection brushed against my slick, aroused entrance. Holding me firmly and gripping my hair, he aligned his cock and penetrated me deeply, my pussy stretching to accommodate his substantial size, while his balls made contact with my aroused clit.

He stilled and growled, “Mine.”

From the moment he’d claimed me, every sexual encounter with Malice became an exhilarating adventure, pushing boundaries and igniting desires. There was no other way to explain it. It was like stepping into another dimension. The man possessed a knack for seduction, effortlessly transitioning from rough to playful, manipulating situations to his advantage. He was also unwavering in his desires, leaving me breathless and yearning for more with each encounter.

While he took what he needed, my heart raced and I held on for dear life, savoring every moment of the wild ride.

Being around Malice meant being prepared for anything. He subtly shifted my position, my left leg instinctively lifted, and I ended up leaning against the counter with my knee pressedagainst it. The pain that came after was so intense that it made me scream out when he hit that oh-so special place. My body spasmed uncontrollably. Malice growled deeply, thrusting into me with relentless force.

Leaning over me, he tightened his grip on my hair, forcefully pulling my head back. He ravished my neck with his lips and teeth, never once slowing down his intense rhythm. In the surrounding space, the rhythmic slapping of our bodies created a drum-like echo, enhancing the symphony of our intimate encounter. With each passing moment, his thrusts grew more frenzied, indicating his loss of control. His hips moved forcefully, crashing my body against the kitchen counter, leaving a firm pressure on my stomach.

A surge of pleasure ran through me when his hand skillfully located my clit, causing his cock to stiffen.

He neared climax and his forceful thrusts were accompanied by the sensation of my hair being tugged, heightening the intensity of the moment. Overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain, I let out another scream. His hard cock pushed inside me; I could feel my pussy contract and squeeze, while his mounting arousal radiated from behind. With one final, forceful motion, he pushed himself inside me, releasing wave after wave of his essence into the depths of my being.

Gasping, he released my hair and cradled his arms around me protectively.

His breath was hot on my neck as we both tried to catch our breath.

“Thank you for explaining what I couldn’t.”

“No problem,” I breathed heavily when we both heard.

“Uh, you don’t want to go in there, Montana.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“Just trust me. You don’t.”

“Get the fuck out of my way, Torment.”

“Can’t do that.”

“If you don’t move, I’ll move you myself.”

Before I could straighten and fix my clothes, the kitchen door slammed open.

Montana stood there like a fish out of water while Malice leisurely tucked his now flaccid cock back into his pants, grinning as he stared at the shocked and dumbstruck man.

“I told you not to go in there.” Torment smirked, shaking his head as I watched Montana’s face turn a bright shade of crimson.

For the first time since I met the man, Montana didn’t utter a damn word. He was rendered speechless.

Would wonders never cease?

“I would have been fine at the clubhouse,” Amelia protested as she looked around the small two-bedroom apartment at Davenport Tower.

“You don’t want to stay there, Amelia,” Snoopy said, following her around. “That place isn’t for a woman like you.”

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