Page 120 of Redeeming the Villain

Malik unlocks my door, and we slip inside. I hang the bag on the back of the door.

Malik leans against the wall, waiting for me to make the next move.

“It’s from my dad. He wants me to attend a gala with him next Friday.” I rub the bridge of my nose. “It’s sad. I don’t even recognize that man anymore—and I don’t mean the progressive balding. It’s like he’s not even my dad. Not in the ways that matter.”

Slowly walking over to me, he cups my cheeks, brushing his thumbs back and forth. “I’m sorry, Alora. You deserve a much better father thanhim.”

Looking up into Malik’s eyes, I take a slow and steady breath, reflecting for just a moment on how far we’ve come.

When I was in trouble, being swarmed by the media, he dropped everything and came to me. He carried me back to my dorm …again.

Time and time again, he’s shown me how he feels. I know expressing his emotions verbally is harder for him. Maybe right now, I can speak his language.

“Distract me,” I whisper sensually, sliding my hands across his shirt, feeling the mounds of muscle beneath.

He smirks. “Distract you? Hmm? How do you propose I do that?” The sassiness disappears for a moment as something dark washes across his features. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

Shaking my head, I trail my hands lower, slipping my right hand beneath his joggers and boxers, wrapping my hand around his already-hardening cock. “I’m sure. Now, are you going to fuck me or not?”

He snaps, fisting the hair at the nape of my neck and tipping my head back at the same time his tongue plunges into my mouth. His hands make fast work of my clothes, stripping my sweater, bra, leggings, and panties to the floor, and his stare hungrily devours me.

“Goddamn, Alora, you’re perfect,” he groans, his hands palming my breasts with need. “Now get on your bed and spread those legs for me.”

Doing as told, I walk over to my bed and lie down on my back, propping myself onto my elbows as I watch him tear his clothes from his body.

Ripping his shirt over his head, he throws it to the floor before quickly stepping out of his boxers and joggers. “Wider, baby. I want to see how wet and ready you are for me.”

Opening my hips more, I feel so bare waiting for him as he prowls closer, his gaze exploring my body.

He pumps himself from base to tip with his left hand, the same one with my name tattooed on his knuckles.

I still can’t believe he did that, but there is something so goddamn hot about my name being permanently engraved in his skin. There’s no question in his mind that we belong together, or he wouldn’t have done it. So, I won’t let there be any doubt in mine.

I want to feel exposed with him, down to the core. He’s the only person in this world I want to experience this level of vulnerability with.

Running his thumb over the bead of pre-cum on his hard erection, he softly groans, his eyes traveling back up my body to mine. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

I nod, opening myself up even more. “Then you’d better be fast.”

He scoffs, his eyes darkening. “Careful, baby. You might bring out a side of me you aren’t ready for.”

Sitting up taller, I reach forward and wrap my hand around his velvety shaft, pumping him over and over. “Try me.”

A sexy, deep groan vibrates through him. “You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow when I’m done with you.”

I bite down on my lip as my cheeks erupt in redness. “Good thing I have you to carry me.”

“I don’t want to warm you up with my fingers this time, baby. I want to feel your sweet pussy stretch for my cock.” His finger hooks under my chin and tips my head up, and he stops at the very end of the bed, between my legs. “It’ll be intense, but, fuck, so good.”

I know he won’t push me more than I can handle. If I tell him it’s too much, he’ll stop. I want all of him, in any way I can get, ineveryway.

Leaning back, I palm my breasts and jiggle them gently, watching his dick throb.

His resolve breaks, and he bends over, running his tongue up my center. I gasp as his tongue works vigorously, bringing every nerve in my body to the surface.

Standing to his full height, he grabs his dick and brushes the fat head up and down through my soaked center. His thumb circles my clit as he lines himself up.

“Malik,” I moan, instantly covering my mouth.

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