Page 47 of Hateful Union

I’m panting against his lips, his fingers biting into my skin. He takes over the kiss, fast, hot, and brutal. God, this man, he does things to me that I’m not sure should even possible. I’m lost in him, totally and utterly surrendered to him.

“Raylee, I need you to go harder,” he grunts against my mouth.

I lift off of him and slam back down, the pain of him hitting me deep inside makes me moan. God, I’m so fucking close.

“Harder,” he growls.

I do it again, lifting off him, keeping the tip inside, I slam back down, my entire body strung tight as my orgasm is on the brink.

“Please,” I beg him, needing him to help me get there.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he promises me as he tightens his hold on my hips and gives me exactly what I need and thrusts into me. Hard, fast, and brutal.

I’m grinding against him, fighting for my release.

“Come, Raylee. Fucking come,” he demands, his voice hard and heavy.

My back bows as my body shakes, and I cry out as I detonate, hard and long.

He pulls out of me and positions me, I’m on my hands and knees, I’m absolutely spent and he’s still searching for his release. He thrusts into me and I push back against him, his hands once again at my waist, he’s pounding into me harder than ever before. He’s so fucking deep inside of me, I’m mewling, as my pleasure starts to mount once again.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans as I’m fucking him back. One of his hands go from my waist to my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipple, pulling at it.

I’m panting and pleading with him.

“Fucking perfect,” he growls. “So fucking perfect, and all mine.” His hand shifts from my hip down to my clit and he strums it like he’s a fucking guitar player and I’m his musical instrument. A few flicks and I’m flying high once again.

“Malcolm,” I cry out as I shatter around him.

He fucks me hard and fast, his thrusts punishing. I’m so depleted, that all I can do is pant and lie here, letting him do all the work, I’m merely here for the ride.

“God, Raylee,” he grunts as he pushes inside of me to the hilt and comes.

He collapses beside me and pulls me into his arms. Both of us trying to catch our breaths. That was far and beyond better than anything I have ever had in my life.

After a few minutes, Mal speaks, his arms still wrapped around me, "Sleep, baby, I’m here to chase away the nightmares,” he promises me as he kisses my lips softly.

I nod, unable to say a single word. Too much is going through my mind, but all I can hear is how genuine his words were. Tears form in my eyes. I’m losing my heart to this man, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever survive if he fucks me over.

Soon, my eyes droop as the sleep comes to claim me and the last thing I think is that I’m safely tucked in Malcolm’s arms. Right where I want to be.

19

Malcolm

I’m sitting on the back deck, overlooking the swimming pool. The sun is rising and there’s a cool breeze. I fucking love it here. Some days it’s sweltering, but nothing I can’t handle. I’d take the hotter weather over the pissing rain of Ireland any day of the week. I love the green grass of home, I always feel nostalgic when I go back, but there’s something about being here in Spain that settles me.

The back door opens, but I don’t turn to look, I know who it is already. “I take it from the fact that we’re still here and you didn’t sleep on the couch, that you and Raylee are fine.” Christian smirks as he sits down at the table, a cup of coffee in his hands.

“We’re fine,” I tell him, the anger at hearing what Raylee told me still coursing through my veins. “What do you know about the Silvers’ dealings going back five or six years?”

So much about what she told me didn’t add up. Why the fuck didn’t that piece of shit do anything to get her back? Why leave her to the mercy of whoever the hell took her? Everything that I thought I knew about the Silvers is a fucking lie.

His brows furrow deeply as he glances back into the villa. “What’s this about?”

“Have you ever heard about one of the Silver family being taken?”

His eyes widen and his lips thin. “Taken?” he echoes.

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