Page 112 of Redeeming the Villain

Bringing us over to the edge of his bed, he gently lowers my back to the comforter, stepping between my legs. “I need you, Alora. Fuck, more than anything else in the world.”

Trusting Malik with my heart may be the most dangerous game I’ve ever played. But as I open my eyes and find the look in his, I’ve never been surer of what to do.

He may be broken and flawed. But so am I.

Grabbing his shirt, I pull him back on top of me, our lips colliding and melting together with the fire in our kiss.

His hands make quick work of my top and bra, tossing them to the side. Wandering down my body, his greedy fingers undo the buttons of my jeans, slipping them down my legs effortlessly. His lips follow the path of his hands, trailing down my neck to my breasts.

He sucks my nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth, making my back arch off of the bed. When he palms my other boob, it spills through his fingers, and he kneads it roughly, sending a hot bolt down my spine.

Dropping to his knees on the floor in front of me, he hooks his fingers into my silky pink panties and shimmies them over my hips. As he tosses them into the pile beside him, he inches forward, sliding his arms beneath my knees and pulling me toward him.

“Fucking hell, Alora,” he groans, pushing my legs further and further apart.

The warmth of his breath caresses my center, and I gasp.

“You have no idea how many hours I’ve spent fantasizing about the filthy things I want to do to you.”

He runs his tongue up my core, and I moan.

“The ways I’ve imagined burying myself so deep inside of you that you forget you ever hated me. You’ve haunted me for years, for far longer than you’ll ever know.”

His words electrify my body, and his name leaves my tongue in a whimper. “Malik.”

Circling my entrance with his finger, he slides it inside. “Tell me you’ve thought the same, Bug. How you’ve pictured all the dirty things I’m going to do to you.”

As he slowly pumps his finger in and out, his tongue laps at my clit.

“Yes, yes,yes, I have.”

A second finger fills me. “Let me show you just how fucking good I can make you feel. Let me mold your pretty pussy to every vein on my cock.”

Moaning, he picks up his pace, thrusting into me faster and faster as I race closer to my first orgasm.

“Malik,please.”

He flicks his tongue. “Then come on my fingers like my good little slut, and I’ll give you every goddamn inch.”

When he sucks on my clit, waves of pleasure start to pulse through my body.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out as ecstasy fills me.

Relentlessly, he continues his worship of me until my breathing starts to slow.

Easing his fingers out of me, he sucks them clean and stands up. “How are you feeling?”

My heart warms at the simple yet thoughtful question. He knows he’s getting my heart to race, but lying on my back with my legs in the air certainly helps.

“I’m doing good.”

A smile tips his lips up as he slides his joggers down his legs, exposing even more of his tattoos, scattered across his thighs and V-line. His boxers are tight, struggling to contain the pulsing and throbbing erection.

“It’s ridiculous that you can bethathot,” I murmur, greedily eyeing him up.

“Oh, yeah? You think I’m hot?” He winks at me.

“You know you’re hot.” I roll my eyes.

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