Page 46 of Hateful Union

His arms once again tighten against me, before he pushes me onto my back and he’s hovering above me. “Let me get this straight,” he clips out. “Your piece of shit father knew you were taken and he didn’t pay to get you back.”

I nod. “Yeah,” I say softly, unsure what to say other than that. He’s summed it up entirely.

“Fuck,” he snaps, those beautiful green eyes of his blazing with so much emotion and rage. “How long were you there?”

“Eight days.” Eight terrifying days. It was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me and I relive it every so often with my nightmares.

“How did you escape?” His hands frame my face, his gaze searching mine and then he realises. “Mayer.”

I close my eyes and nod. “He killed them all,” I tell him, needing him to finally understand the reason why Mayer meant so much to me, why I loved him without expectations. “He found out that I was taken. He was so angry that my father wasn’t doing anything about it. He used every marker he’d ever made and he found me.” I swallow harshly. “I never knew that my father didn’t do anything, Mayer never told me, but Gabby’s father has done so much digging he’s uncovered so much shit. Dad knew who had taken me and he did nothing.”

That’s what hurts me the most. I only found that piece of information out last week. Reading the reports that Joe had made up for me, was agony. To finally understand that I’m nothing to a man that I loved dearly for such a long time was heartbreaking, then again, I shouldn’t have expected anything less from a man that sells and rapes women.

“Every time I hear more and more about what that fucking bastard has done, I want to kill him.”

I smile at him, “I hate him, Mal. So fucking much. Killing him isn’t the answer. That’s giving him instant relief. My way, sending him to a jail that’s filled with family members of the women that he’s hurt, that he’s sold. He’s in for a lifetime of pain.” I learned to play dirty from the man himself, there’s no way I’d give him the luxury of an easy death. Fuck that, none of the women got it. Mayer never did. He deserves to pay for what he’s done, and he will, at the hands of the men that loved the women he hurt.

A slow satisfied grin forms on Malcolm’s face. “Well, baby, remind me not to piss you off.”

I shake my head at him. “I miss him,” I say as the ache of Mayer not being here intensifies, it’s something that’s present always, but whenever I think of him and what he’s done for me, the unrelenting love he had for not only me, but Gabby also, I ache to give him one last hug, talk to him just one more time, to tell him just how much he meant to me.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Raylee.” His voice is hoarse and I can see the regret in his eyes.

“It’s why I’m also determined to make sure that I get everything I need to bring my father down.”

He nods, “I’m going to be right here with you.” His lips descend on mine. Soft, sweet, and slow. The kiss is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. It’s different, something pure and still passionate.

Heat pools in my stomach as his weight sinks into me, his body pressed against mine. I open my mouth and his tongue sweeps in and just like that, everything changes. Gone is the sweetness and softness. Instead, it’s hard, raw, and punishing.

I moan as his fingers skim my thighs, I arch back at the motion, his lips never leaving mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth like a starved man.

“I need you,” I whisper as I tear my mouth away from him and breathe. His gaze scans my face and he nods before moving away from me and off the bed. I watch as he strips out of his underwear, his eyes dark with lust and want. Within seconds, he's back on top of me, his fingers looping through the band of my panties and he pulls them off.

"Fuck, be ready," he begs in a whisper, his lips once again against mine.

"God, please, Malcolm," I beg against his lips, needing him more than I could have ever thought.

He thrusts into me slowly, I gasp at how thick he is, as he inches into me.

“No teasing,” I murmur. “I can’t take it. Please, I just want you.”

His eyes flash with satisfaction and something more—something profound, but I can’t quite grasp what it is.

“Never have to beg me, baby, I’ll always give you what you want, whatever you want.”

He thrusts in and out of me, not like the last time with abandonment, but his strokes hard and precise, he’s hitting the need that’s coiled in my belly.

This is beyond anything I have ever felt, have ever experienced. It's beautiful. It's utterly amazing.

“I want to watch as you fuck me, baby,” he says as he thrusts into me one last time before pulling out. He pulls me up and lies down.

I position myself over him, his eyes filled with so much passion that I can’t help but bring my lips to his and kiss him. Needing him. Lowering myself on him, I throw my head back and moan, I feel so full. Filled with him.

He groans. “Christ.” His hands going to my hips and pulling me into a tight hold.

I begin to move slowly, up and down on his cock. Lifting off him, before inching him slowly inside of me. Each and every time I get that full feeling. Like this is meant to be. Him and me, together.

I lean in and kiss him. He’s letting me lead and I’m enjoying it. My tongue sweeps into his mouth, and I begin to grind against him. I hit the perfect spot, and begin the cycle again, up, down, and grind. My orgasm building, my fingers clawing at his chest.

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