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"Yes."
As soon as the word leaves my mouth he slowly sinks into me. I gasp as my body adjusts to his size. He stops.
"Don't stop." I grip his ass and tighten my hips around him.
"Easy, baby." Malik dips his head, taking my nipple in his mouth and I whimper. His attention to my body doesn't relent . He licks and nips, giving each breast equal attention. "I swear, I'll never get enough of you."
"That's a good thing, because I'll never get enough of you either," I breathe spreading my legs wider as he guides his cock in and out of me. I slide my hands up his sides, over his shoulders, down his chest until my fingers find the grooves of his well defined abs.
"Fuck. You're so wet, and tight." Malik continues his torturous pace. He thrusts into me going deeper and deeper bringing me closer to the edge.
"I'm close," I pant digging my nails into his back as my toes curl and my walls begin to pulse.
Sliding his hand underneath me, Malik grabs hold of my ass, bringing us closer together. He's on a mission to imprint himself on me; in me like no other man before him has. He is determined to leave his mark.
"Mine," he growls. "Every single inch of you belongs to me."
"Yes. Only you."
Releasing his hold on my ass, Malik brings his hand up, cupping my breast. Leaning down, he feasts on my nipple which has a direct line to my pussy.
"Come for me, baby. Let me feel your pussy come all over my cock."
His demand sends me over the edge and my center clamps down around his length as he plants himself deep inside me, taking him with me. We hold onto each other as our combined climaxes surges through our bodies. I have never experienced a moment more powerful than this one. We lay in bed together, neither one of us speaking. We're content just being in the moment together. Just as I feel myself starting to fall asleep, rapid gunfire breaks the stillness of the night. Glass shatters as bullets hit the windowpane, sounding the house alarm. On instinct, I roll from the bed to the floor, covering my head and reach for my weapon that normally would be laying beside me on the nightstand, but of course it isn't there. My sore ribs immediately begin to throb from slamming into the wood floor.
Suddenly Malik's massive body is covering mine. In his right hand he's holding his handgun. Sydney's blood-curdling scream raises the hairs on my arms, and before I have time to think, I'm out from under Malik and running out of the bedroom. Bursting through Sydney's bedroom door at the end of the hall, I find her huddled between her bed and the wall. On the other side of her bed the windowpane is shattered and broken glass is scattered across her bed. I rush to her side, kneeling beside her. Only when she looks at me then drops her eyes do I realize I'm still naked.
"What's happening?" she yells, covering her ears.
"I don't know, but you need to stay low. Crawl on your hands and knees to my room," I yell back at her, but she's frozen with fear, and she doesn't attempt to move. "Sydney. You need to trust me," I plead, and she nods. "Good. Now move. I'm right behind you." We come across Malik, waiting right outside the bedroom door. He has his pants, boots, and cut on already. Phone in one hand and weapon in the other. "You have an extra one of those for me?" I gesture to his gun.
"Put some fuckin' clothes on first. We need to leave," he says with urgency. Without question, I crawl into the room, find my discarded clothes on the floor, and throw them on.
"Vayda. Why is someone shooting at the house?" Sydney doesn't move far from my side as I sit on my ass and slip my shoes on my feet.
"No time for questions, sweetheart." Realizing she's barefoot, I reach for my other pair of boots sitting by the dresser and put them on her feet. "No matter what happens, you stay right behind me, and don’t let go of my hand, got it?" Sydney nods again, the fear in her eyes making me question if I should have brought her to Louisiana at all. "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." I take hold of her hand.
"Stay close," Malik orders as he leads us down the hall. He pauses just before taking the first step on the staircase, and peers over the railing. Once he's sure it's safe to descend, with our backs pressed against the wall, we make our way down. The instant we've cleared the stairs, and are standing in the foyer, another round of bullets hit the house, shattering the stained-glass windowpane above the front door. "Get to the garage," Malik yells above the deafening sound of the house alarm.
Punching in his code, Malik unlocks the door to the garage, and we rush to his truck. Flinging the backdoor open I usher Sydney inside. "Lay as flat as you can on the floorboard," I command, and she tucks herself into the fetal position behind the passenger seat as low as she can go. I climb in behind her as Malik jumps in behind the wheel. Flipping the visor down, a set of spare keys drop into his palm. He fires up the engine and makes eye contact with me in the rearview mirror as the garage door begins to rise.
"Hold on."
Chapter Fifteen
Wick
Sydney screams from the backseat of my truck where Vayda uses her own body to shield her niece. "Aunt Vayda, what's happening," Sydney's voice rings out full of fear.
"We're going to be okay, sweetheart. Malik is going to get us somewhere safe." Vayda says that statement with confidence.
"You two hang on. We're almost to the clubhouse." I continue to navigate the streets, purposely taking wrong turns to ensure we are not followed back to the clubhouse. Just as I conclude we are not being tailed, I'm proven wrong when a single headlight appears in my rearview mirror, and the sound of a motorcycle penetrates the air around us. I can tell immediately it's not one of my brothers. It doesn't take long for the bike to eat up the distance between them and us. "Fuck," I curse under my breath.
Digging my cell from my pocket, I dial Riggs. The phone rings several times before going straight to voicemail. "Shit."
Next, I dial Nova. His phone rings and rings, before it too goes to voicemail.What the fuck is happening? It's not like my brothers to not answer their phones. Something is not right.
Next, I try Fender. He answers on the second ring. "Yeah?"
