Page 78 of Redeeming the Villain

“Surrender to me, baby. Tell me who owns you.”

She licks her bottom lip, her whimpers and soft moans creating the most beautiful music in the room. “Y-you do, Malik.”

Slowing my hand just slightly, I watch frustration take over her face.

“I—what?” Malik prompts me to say the full line.

I give her the pace she wants, and she gasps, her body convulsing from the shock waves.

“Say it, or I’ll stop right now,” I threaten.

She gives in. “You own me. You own me. You own me.” Her confession and my tantalizing fingers make her come once more, and satisfaction blooms through my body. “Oh fuck! Malik, oh my fucking God!”

She writhes between my legs and I don’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful than she does right now—her hair messy, lips red, and skin flushed from what I did to her.

“What a good fucking girl, Alora.” Lifting my fingers from her, I bring them to my lips as she watches. “Look at the pretty mess you made.”

Sucking my fingers into my mouth, I clean them, savoring the taste of her on my tongue. I never want it to leave.

Sudden embarrassment widens her eyes. But there’s no going back from this, so she’ll have to get over it. Because I’m fucking addicted to her now.

“That was …” She trails off, biting down on her bottom lip. She spins in place, tucking her knees to her chest and facing me.

If there’s any doubt in her mind—which I’m sure there is, given our past—I want to wipe it away. “I meant what I said. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine, Alora. And I’m never letting you go.”

“What does that mean?” Her eyes are clear as day, the walls that are usually there long gone.

“It means that I’m done trying to stay away from you. Ican’t.” I pause, and she waits patiently. “It’s not just confusing for you,trust me. But I’m done pretending like I don’t want you. Because I do, more than I want to fucking live.”

The air is electric, thick with the shift that just transpired, the permanent change between us.

Micah’s name starts to form in my mind, and shock smacks me in the face at the idea that I even want to tell her about him.

There’s still a part of me that’s unsure about her and who she really is, given her family. Another part of me is terrified that she might already know the truth, and that … that woulddestroyme.

Phillip texted me this morning and let me know that he had the same World History class as me. Which will be very interesting, given that I also have it with Malik; after last night, I have a feeling that he will be very needy for my attention.

Who knows? Maybe this is all one really strange prank, and I’m just the butt of a joke. But the look in his eyes and the passion in his touch in my dorm room tell me that isn’t the case. He wanted that as badly as I did.

As usual, I arrive at Ivy Hall early to get settled into my seat with Sunny before anyone else shows up. But as I turn into the room, I see that someone else beat me.

I hate the way my heart skips a beat when my eyes land on Malik, sitting in his seat with a smug smirk on his lips. His tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip, and an image of him on his knees before me flashes in my mind. The same devilish gleam in his eyes right now as when he licked me like a lollipop in my room.

My body warms instantly as I enter the room and walk over to my desk, waiting to see if he says anything.

Immediately, he leans forward in his seat. “Good morning, Bug. Sleep okay?”

Sunny settles into her spot next to my desk.

“Hi. Umm … yeah, I slept well. I wasexhausted.”

His eyebrows twitch, and he bites down on his lip. “Really? Well, I know how important sleep is to you. I was just trying to help.”

I giggle. “So selfless of you.”

He shrugs. “I know.”

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, finding a text from Phillip.

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