Page 88 of Redeeming the Villain

“You’ve got to be quiet for me if you don’t want me to stop.” He pulls away, and his lust-blown pupils find mine. “Are you going to be a good girl and keep that pretty mouth shut?”

Nodding, I pull him back to my neck as my breathing quickens. He scoots forward on his knees, forcing my legs further apart as his kisses trail lower.

“Lift your arms,” he orders, and I obey, stretching them over my head.

Grabbing the bottom of my jersey, he scrunches it up and peels it off of my body, leaving me in my bra. He doesn’t stop there.

Hooking his fingers in my leggings, he wiggles them down my hips to my ankles. “I’ll never tire of seeing you like this. So fucking beautiful.”

My heart hammers at his compliment. I want him to show meexactlyhow he feels.

Running his fingers down my stomach, he slides them between my bent legs and over the lace of my panties, rubbing my clit in small, tantalizing circles.

“Oh my God … yes,” I whimper from the heat pooling in my core.

“You are so fucking pretty with my fingers on your pussy and your back arched like that.” He slips his hand beneath my panties and finds the same rhythm as before.

Sliding two fingers through my center, he groans and licks his lips. “So wet for me already? I can’t wait to feel you soak my hand.”

Gently, he sinks a finger inside of me, easing it in and out. The sensation is foreign at first, but then it bursts with pleasure as his pace increases.

I watch him as intently as he’s watching me when he inches another finger inside of me, pumping them in and out as his thumb circles my clit.

His eyebrows pinch together in curiosity. “You aresofucking tight.”

Oh God, I didn’t think he’d be able to tell that nobody has ever done this—or fucked me either. He’s taking almost every one of my firsts.

The mountain of ecstasy builds with every thrust of his fingers and circle of his thumb, and I can feel that I’m not going to last much longer.

“Malik …” I exhale his name as he brings me closer to the edge. “Please.”

His purple gaze grows even darker. “Say it again. I like it when you beg.”

“Please, please, please,” I whimper, giving him exactly what he wants.

And he does the same, his pace quickening just enough for my orgasm to tear through me.

“Ahh!” I cry out, and his hand slaps down over my mouth, a stinging sensation spiking the pleasure.

“Shut those lips before I shove my cock down your throat and use it as a gag.” His voice is menacing and almost cruel, and it makes my core pulse with desire.

I think I like this side of him too. I want all of it, every version. Nice Malik. Dirty Malik. Villain Malik. Give me every one.

I ride my orgasm out on his hand until it starts to fade, and I decide to tempt him just one more time. I stick my tongue out, and it hits his hand; he pulls it away, grinning.

Sliding his other hand out from my center, he sucks his fingers into his mouth and groans.

Pushing my tongue out of my mouth, I lean back against the headrest of the couch, my head falling back as I hold my mouth open and show him what I want.

It takes less than a second for him to realize what I’m offering. “Oh,really?”

Tilting my head back up, I nod. “I’ve only done it a handful of times, so I might not be very good at it … but I can try.”

His jaw tics, and his eyes darken. “First off,nevermention another man’s dick in your mouth. Secondly, I’m going to needallof their names. Thirdly, anything you do with your mouth will make me come in seconds. You have no idea how long I’ve fantasized about how good your throat would feel.”

He steps off the couch, takes his skates off and strips his bottoms from him, leaving him in only his boxers. Doesn’t he usually have to wear a cup with that? Never mind that.

My brain empties of every thought, except for …Holy shit …

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