Page 141 of Redeeming the Villain

She nods, a complete puddle beneath me. “Come wherever the fuck you want. I don’t care. Please just … oh fuck. Malik, please.”

Her body starts to writhe beneath me.

“Give it to me, baby. Be my good little slut and make a mess on me.”

Her back arches, and she cries out, triggering my own orgasm.

Fisting her hair with my hand, I crash my lips to hers, kissing her between moans and gasps for air. Spilling into her, I fill her with every drop of my desire.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good, filled up like this,” I growl against her parted lips. “Mmm. I love you.”

She’s panting and out of breath as the biggest smile breaks across her lips. “I loveyou.”

As Agent Hopkins, the Federal agent that my aunts contacted to help, secures the wire beneath the back of my dress as my heart hammers in my chest.

Everything is happening so fast, and even though I know the plan from front to back like the back of my hand, I’m still shaking with nerves.

What if Malik’s wrong? What if he thinks my dad killed Micah, but he was just confused? What if the only reason two federal agents are in my dorm room now is because I put them there? What if we’re wrong?

Agent Hopkins zips up the back of my shimmering pink satin dress, and I turn around as she starts to say, “You are all set to go. Just talk to him, see what you can get. We need his verbal confirmation about killing Micah before we move in.”

My aunts are all three sitting on my bed with Sunny watching us intently.

“I understand.”

When we filled them in on Micah and what had happened, they shared that they had been approached a few times over the years regarding suspicion around some of my father’s business affairs, but they never had anything concrete to bring him in for. And when you’re going to arrest a congressman, you’d better be sure before you slap accusations like that on them.

It looks like I’m going to be the nail in his coffin, as long as I can get him talking.

“We will be waiting outside of the venue,” she states before throwing the Legends hood up on her sweatshirt. “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” I mutter and chuckle humorously.

“How are you feeling?” Flora asks as my door clicks shut.

Turning to look in the mirror, I relax my widened eyes and drop my shoulders. “I’ll be fine.”

The pink gown is held up by two thin straps. The bodice is boned and corseted tight to my waist, making my boobs look somehow even fuller than usual, as they’re pressed against my chest.

My blonde hair cascades down my back, the front sections pulled back and secured with diamond barrettes.

Fauna walks over and delicately rests her hands on my bare shoulders. “You look beautiful, Lore.”

My heart swells. “Thanks, Fauna.”

She smiles, her eyes lighting up. I got awfully lucky to be raised by these three women. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better. They might not be my mom—no one ever will be—but they are my closest family.

A knock sounds on the door, and the nerves somehow spike tenfold. I know Malik’s attracted to me, and I often want to impress him, but this is by far the most effort I’ve ever put into getting dressed up, and I want him to like it.

Flora walks over and pulls the door open.

I can feel his stare on my profile, caressing my skin like a physical touch, burning down my body. Turning my head, I lock on to his intense stare, and my lips part.

God, he looks so goddamn good in a suit and tie. His hair is perfectly tousled atop his head.

“You look breathtaking, Alora,” he murmurs softly as he approaches my side, his eyes glued to mine.

Even though I’m wearing five-inch heels, he towers over me, but it’s a lot easier for me to do this. Grabbing the back of his neck, I stretch up and press my lips against his.

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