Page 89 of Goddess of Mayhem

Malia’s hands roam my chest and abs, slowly exploring my body and her touch sears my skin. An ache begins to throb in my balls from her slow torture.

Her hips grind against my dick, and I groan. She’s still wearing the clothes from before she drugged me. Her full tits spill out of the lacey bra she’s wearing, the pink of her areola barely showing and the skintight shorts she’s wearing are soaked from her pussy. My cock throbs under her heat, begging to slip between her wet lips.

Malia bends down, the lace catching on the already scabbed scratches from her nails making me hiss. “If you want inside of me, Officer, show me how bad,” she purrs while moving her hips agonizingly slow.

She gasps and throws her head back and presses down harder speeding up her movements only to slow them again. Her head drops, curls falling around her face, she looks up at me through dark lashes and smirks.

“Be mine again, Liam,” Malia breathes.

It’s enough to snap any sanity I have left, my mind so desperate to get to her everything else has gone numb. My muscles strain against the bars, her smile only growing as the wood begins to split. I finally break the handcuffs free from the headboard, the bars snap, and I reach up and grab the knife.

It's risky, I’m shaking, but my only thought is to get these fucking clothes off of her. I slice through the material and shred it off, throwing it and the dagger on the ground.

“Tell me again,” I say through pants, sitting up so my face is only a breath from hers, my arms wrapping around her waist

Malia places a hand on each side of my face, green bleeding blue. “I’m yours, so be mine.”

My lips are on hers before she can say anything else. I had forgotten how she tasted, how she sets fire to my fucking soul with a brush of her lips or touch of her hand. I kiss her with so much desperation, letting her feel everything I’m not ready to say out loud again. And I know in this moment, that I would give everything up for her.

The small chance of having this psychotic woman love me for the rest of my life is worth turning my back on everything I thought was right.

Malia reaches between us and her small hand wraps around my dick, I jerk back at her touch and groan in her mouth. She levels to my entrance, and I push forward. My body shudders as her tight walls clamp down around my length. We don’t waste a second, meeting thrust for thrust neither one of us fighting for control. It’s messy and urgent, like we’re hopelessly fucking our feelings into one another.

It doesn’t take long before we’re both yelling out our orgasms and I fall back onto the mattress with her still on top of me. My cock is softening inside her while she lays her head on my chest as we catch our breath.

Our combined cum drips down my already sweaty balls. I’m covered in scratches and blood.

“I’m sorry,” Malia whispers and I almost miss it with how quiet she speaks. My chest tightens because I don’t get the impression that she is the type to admit fault and apologize.

I kiss the top of her head in acceptance. Acceptance for myself and her.

Iloveher.

I never stopped.

Malia’s words couldn’t have been more wrong. Loving her is one of the only things I’ve done right in my life.

The drugs Malia gave me have me fade in and out while she stays wrapped in my arms. I’m not sure if she ever falls asleep or just lets me hold her as she lays there.

When the sun touches the sky she releases my legs and retreats to the bedroom upstairs. I know she’s shutting down with that small amount of vulnerability she gave me. I’ll give her a few minutes to breathe, but that’s it.

It’s time we stop pushing each other away just to pull back. I want her and she wants me, so the games need to end.

Malia is a woman who see’s danger and smiles in its face. Welcoming the dark and depravity like it’s her best friend, but when it comes to love she runs. The Omen told me she’s only ever been hurt by those she has loved and that cycle ends with me.

There’s no turning back, from here on out it’s Malia and me. I will stand next to her during the darkest parts of this life that she leads. Protect, honor, and love her so fiercely all the pain from the past dissipates. I don’t need to trust her father to love her. I just need her.

I make my way upstairs after giving her some time alone. The shower kicks on in the bathroom across the hall from the bedroom she’s been staying in. I change direction and push open the door, finding her standing under the steady stream of water.

Steam rolls in the air from the heat of her shower. The clear glass gives me the perfect view of her naked body. Staring at her naked and in her own world is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I take her in and try to pick out my favorite part of her but it always comes back to those emerald gems she looks at me with. Malia’s body is a masterpiece, a weapon within itself. The deadly curves of her tits and ass that is most likely genetic, yet muscular from the physical training she goes through in her line of work.

I’ve fucking missed her more than I am willing to admit to myself. I can’t let her slip away from me now, not when I know her secrets. It’s not fair to hold her accountable for the actions of her father.

Malia was a woman doing a job that she was assigned. By some fucked up fate I fell in love with her and kept my persistence despite her keeping me at arms length. It’s partly my fault and even though there was heartbreak and betrayal.

I wouldn’t trade her for anything.

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