Page 18 of Not a Gift

Chapter Eleven

After the Show

Lyrik

I’ve been lying here in the dark for over an hour feeling sorry for myself.It isn’t really Malichai’s fault.He has been gone for so long.He knows the truth now and he wants to find out what happened.I can’t keep hiding from the past.I should probably just have a simple conversation with him so we can move on.

But I honestly don’t want to relive the damn memory.I wipe away another errant tear before swinging my feet off the bed.I’ve cried enough.Thomas is gone now, thanks to Malichai, and he will never be able to hurt me again.I don’t have to live in fear anymore.Padding across the wooden floor I open the door and walk across the hallway.I need to splash some water on my face before I face Malichai once more.

Opening the bathroom door, I realize my mistake.Fuck.

Even in the low candlelight, Malichai is gorgeous beneath the spray of water.Through the glass I can see tan skin and rippling muscles.His taut ass is on show for me to ogle.His head is bowed, one hand placed on the shower wall as the water sluices down his perfect body, washing over the dark ink that swirls on his skin.

Is he...?No, it can’t be.But I watch his ass muscles flex, the cords in his neck straining as one word falls softly from his lips.“Lyrik.”

I’m frozen to the spot.Malichai was just masturbating to thoughts of me.And it was hot as fuck.

Slowly, I back out and close the door, praying he doesn’t realize what I just saw.The door clicks into place and my breath stalls in my lungs, waiting to see if he heard it.When nothing happens, I tiptoe my way down the hall and into the kitchen.

My mind is torn, my hormones rampaging.Minutes ago, I was crying, feeling sorry for myself.And now, I want to run back to the room and find my little purple bullet vibrator.I must be going crazy.It isn’t normal for anyone’s emotions to go from one to the next in mere moments.

Entering the kitchen, I grab the soup that is now stone cold and restart the gas oven to heat it again.I listen to the man I just watched masturbate in the shower move around the other end of the cabin.By the time Malichai makes it to the kitchen, I am leaning against the counter, eating lukewarm tomato soup.

I almost swallow my tongue when I see him.Why in God’s name does he have to look like every woman’s wet dream?Grey sweatpants that do extraordinarily little to disguise his cock—something I fight very hard not to stare at—a white wifebeater that hugs every muscle in his torso, too many tattoos on display, drawing my gaze, his hair wet and disheveled having grown out a bit in the time he has been home.

Slick pours from my pussy and I’m glad I’m wearing black tights, or he would be able to see the wet spot forming there.I’m sure he can smell me by the smirk that crosses his features.

His steps don’t falter as he approaches me.His left hand cups the bowl, taking it from me and placing it on the countertop behind me as he cages me against the firm surface.His body is millimeters away from mine and I’m finding it hard to breathe.I can feel the heat of him through the layers of our clothing, my traitorous nipples hardening.

“Did you enjoy the show?”his voice rasps in my ear as he leans down.

Shit.I really hoped he didn’t know I was watching.I shake my head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”My voice is a husky whisper as the lie falls from my lips and a blush warms my face.I’ve never been good at lying.

His right hand grabs my hip, and I swallow the wanton moan that wants to escape me.I have never wanted aa man to fuck me as badly as I do in the moment.Usually, I am in control of my libido but Malichai has always been the exception to the rule.

“So, if I put my hand down the front of these tights that have been driving me crazy for hours, I won’t find your pussy wet for me?”

Oh.My.God.Why the hell is he talking to me this way?And why is it so fucking hot?I shake my head again, afraid to use my voice.

A devilish smirk crosses his handsome features.“I think you’re lying, Princess.”

“Malichai...”

“I think I should find out,” he continues like I didn’t just say anything.

I don’t do anything to stop him.We are alone in a snowstorm, on the side of a mountain.Away from everyone who knows us.This may be my only chance to have him.Yes, I know this is a ridiculously stupid idea, but he is all I have ever wanted.I will deal with the heartbreak and the fallout once the storm clears.

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