Page 75 of Redeeming the Villain

Ever so slightly she shakes her head, her body responding to my touch greedily.

I should leave. Ineedto leave. To stop whatever’s happening right now and run to the opposite end of campus.

I was supposed to be the one to corrupt her, but she’s already ruined me.

“Malik.” She whispers my name, and something deep inside of me throws all caution to the wind.

I need her more than I care about any of the consequences. She’s mine. She always has been.

“Fuck it,” I whimper and crash my lips to hers, breathing in her essence like the freshest breath of air.

Stilling for a second, she doesn’t kiss me back.

Pulling away, I wonder if perhaps I read her wrong.

I didn’t.

Her hands thrust into my hair, and she yanks my head back to her, her pillowy lips claiming mine with their own ferocity.

We’re wild, untamed, two storms colliding for the first time.

“You’re fucking mine,” I growl into her parted lips. “Your mouth is mine, Bug.” I kiss her again, marking my claim.

Easing my tongue through the seam of her lips, I take more of her, as much as she’s willing to give. She lets me in, and I devour her, tasting her with abandon.

Threading my fingers further into her hair, I pull her head back more, giving me the perfect angle to kiss her senseless.

My other hand works down the back of her dress, quickly finding the tiny zipper and tugging it down. She pulls back and looks up at me with wide eyes.

“I want to see you,” I mutter, tugging at the zipper more. “Is this okay?” She nods, but I want to hear her pretty voice tell me. “Say it, baby.”

“Take it off of me,” she murmurs, her voice heavy and sultry.

Easing the dress further down her back, I hook my fingers under the strap still on her shoulder and slide it off.

The dress cascades down her full tits, leaving them bare and begging for my touch. The red silk slides down her curves, like water flowing down a waterfall, and I’m suddenly parched.

My mouth waters at the sight before me. She’s nearly naked, the only barrier between my eyes and her body are the black panties on her hips. I study every inch of her, committing it so intently to memory. Every freckle, line, valley, and curve of her perfect body. If this is the only time I get to touch her, I’m going to remember it for the rest of my life.

Her cheeks flush, and her gaze falls to the floor. Oh, that won’t do. She’s not doubting herself in front of me.

Lifting her chin, I force her to look at me. “Don’t shy away from me now. You’re perfect, Alora.”

The softest smile lifts her lips, and I kiss her, our lips forming together as if they were made to do just this.

A shiver runs through her. “Malik, I thought you hated me.”

Pulling away, I slide my fingertips up and down her sides. “And who says I don’t?”

She giggles. “Well, you have a hell of a way of expressing it. Is this what you do to guys on the ice when they make an enemy of you? Tease them until they surrender?”

God, this woman.

“Are you going to surrender? Hmm? Or do I need to tease you a bit more?”

Her laughter stalls as she sucks in a quick breath.

Leaning down, I press my lips to her jaw, my tongue darting out and swiping the curve of it before continuing lower. I trail my kisses down her neck and along her collarbone.

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