Page 91 of Hunter's Revenge

She faces me and her bright eyes become more rounded, surprised by my declaration. “No?”

“No.”

“I hardly think you can call it cheating if you have an arrangement like ours, so you can be with whoever you want, and I can—”

“No,” I cut her off with the sharp tone of my voice before she can even think to finish those words. There’s no motherfucking way I’m going to allow her to believe she can fuck around because we have a business arrangement. Catching her doll-like face, I lift her chin toward me and hold her so she can’t look away. “When you become my wife, if a man does as much as look at you, he’s fucking dead. And if I catch you looking at anyone but me, you don’t want to know what I’ll do to your pussy to remind you of who you belong to.”

Her eyes grow wider, and once again, I can tell this good girl isn’t used to dark, foul-mouthed creatures like me.

I’ll give her time. She’ll get used to me.

“Do you understand me?” I ask, angling toward her so I can inhale her.

“Crystal clear.”

“Good girl. Now spread those legs wide for me.”

Her breath catches, then her chest rises and falls in a staccato of disjointed pants.

“Malik—”

I stop her again, but this time with a kiss that shocks us both.

At first, I kiss her hard, my lips demanding a response from hers, which she gives me. Then, when her soft body melts into the granite hardness of mine, I push my tongue into her mouth, and that’s when spirals of raw lust consume me.

Fuck me, the fucking joke is on me if I ever believed I could suppress my need for her.

The ache in my being for her intensifies when she slides her dainty hands up my chest, beckoning me to enjoy the thrill of her lips on mine.

I need her. All of her. I can’t just simply taste her the way I did yesterday. It’s not enough.

Thisis not enough. I need more. The hunger for her is driving me crazy.

My lack of concentration gives her an opening to pull away, but I catch her and bring her back to me.

“I want to fuck you. Let me.”

She breathes hard and stares back at me. “I…”

“There’s no point in denying yourself what you want, Malyshka. You want to fuck me as badly as I want you.” I run my fingers down to her soaking pussy.

She’s wet from the water flowing down on us, but the moisture that greets me when I slide my fingers inside her passage is different—she’s wet for me.

I push my fingers in and out, allowing her sweet nectar to coat them.

She takes a quick sip of air, grabs my shoulders, and tries but fails to bite back a moan.

Gwen watches me with keen eyes as I bring my fingers to my lips and lick off her glistening juices. While her lips are agape in shock, I place my finger on the plump flesh and trace the outline.

“Taste yourself the way I taste you. You taste like heaven to me, baby girl.” I push my finger into her mouth, then right back into her pussy while shoving her up against the granite wall.

“Malik…” Her breathy voice stirs the desire in my cock, turning it hard as fuck.

Another moan escapes her lips, and I know I have her exactly where I want her. She has me right there, too.

But then again, she always did.

ChapterTwenty-One

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