Chapter Fifty-two
“Barbados!?” I gasp.
“Yes,” Malakai grins at me, “Now get changed.”
I stare down at all the clothes he packed for me, “How warm is it?”
He pulls out his phone and checks before he answers, “Eighty-two.”
A bubble of excitement works through me. Heat. Sun. Time away with him.
Granted, a trip away was the last thing on my mind but now we’re an hour out, I’m starting to realize I might just need it.
Despite his little taunt of only allowing me a couple of hours sleep, I fell asleep an hour in and slept for four hours. There’s now only an hour before we land.
Grabbing my Levi shorts and a tank, I skip toward the oversized bathroom. This plane is all luxury. There’s a shower in the bathroom, a bed at the back and a fully stocked bar and fridge.
The chairs are made of the softest material, which had made it so easy to drift off even though I had no intention of sleeping.
“Not in there,” Malakai startles me when he pushes the bathroom door closed and guides me further back, toward the bedroom with the full-sized bed inside.
He clicks the door closed and sits on the bed, leaning back against the headboard.
“Strip, Olivia.” He purrs.
I’m starting to regret not giving him any rules for this twenty-four-hour claiming of his.
Hooking my fingers beneath the hem of my sweater, I pull it off and then drop my hands to the button on my jeans. I kick off the boots before I slide them down my legs, leaving me in my bra and panties.
His eyes devour me like it’s the first time he’s getting to look.
But that’s how he always looks, with unabashed desire and appreciation.
“Such a good girl when you’re not being a little brat,” He praises, “Come here.”
Swallowing, I round the bed and place my knee to the soft mattress, climbing on but he grabs me quickly, pulling me onto his lap so I’m straddling him.
His hands go to the cups of the bra, tugging until they’re away from my breasts, sitting beneath them so they’re pushed up. His fingers tease over my nipples, eyes on where he touches me.
“I fear I’ll never get enough,” He whispers, as if speaking more to himself than he is to me. My heart thumps wildly, warmth blooming that I could disguise as desire, but I’d be lying.
I was no longer just falling in love with Malakai.
I am in love with him.
Every jagged, sharp edge of him.
“Kai,” The shortened version of his name, the version I know he loves to hear, stutters from my lips. A rumble that can only be described as a growl of approval sounds from his throat as he squeezes more forcefully on my breasts, not painfully but it’s enough to feel, to know what I do to him. How much control he lets go of when he is with me.
His cock, hard beneath me, twitches behind the constraints of his pants, my center pressed against it, my legs spread as wide as they’ll go over his hips. I rock gently over it, applying just a little bit of friction. It won’t take much, I’m wound so tight already, a wet, needy mess for him. I should be unnerved by the control he has on my body, how I yield to him without much fight but I’m not.
It”s like my very soul feels safe with him. Like it inherently knows this man, touching and caressing and feeling me, would never do a single thing to bring me harm. I want walls to protect myself, but he brought them down, crumbling them with his dominance with half a thought.
Malakai just is.
He’s a king among men, an apex predator – the predator – and despite the morally grey lines he dances upon and the evil he controls, he’s someone I am willing to worship. For a taste.
“You don’t come unless I tell you to,” He groans out, hands now at my hips, aiding the grind of them over the solid length of him. Fuck, I want it inside of me. I want the deep, powerful thrusts, the glide as he pulls almost all the way out only to slam right back in, burying so deep I feel him everywhere and still yearn for more.
I nod mutely but I know I won’t obey. He makes me so hot, so highly strung I wouldn’t be able to deny myself even if I tried.
“I mean it, Olivia,” There’s a hint of steel to his tone, a commanding bite that I have no doubt he uses in every aspect of his life to get what he wants. He has his schemes and his manipulations, the hidden forces that back him, but it’s the control bred into him, the leadership, the threat, that makes people listen.
And as much as I could worship him, get on my knees for him, I won’t allow him to control me. And I think he likes that. I think he likes the defiance, the rebellious streak, and tests I throw at his patience.
“Mm,” I moan, as he lifts his hips a little from the bed, adding just a touch of pressure. If I move just right, slip a little further down…
I’m suddenly flipped, landing with a slight bounce atop the mattress before his whole body is pressing over mine.
“You were close,” He breathes, dropping his face to my neck where his tongue then takes a long, slow lick over the fluttering pulse point.
I nod, unable to deny it.
“I told you no,” He rasps as he moves down my body, teeth grazing over my collar bone that sends a delicious zap through me.
“I don’t take kindly to the word no,” my words end on a moan as his lips latch around a sensitive nipple, drawing it into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the very tip of it.
I feel his chuckle against me, the warmth of his breath as it pushes out of him with the sound. “I know you don’t,” He presses a tender kiss to the mound of my breast, “So I’m going to teach you it.”
Alarm races through me but the warning is squashed as he moves down my body, kissing and nipping all the way down to the band of my panties. He presses his forehead to the soft swell of my lower abdomen, his breath just a whisper against that intimate part of me. Hands glide up the insides of my thighs, parting them further and then his breath his blowing against the wetness beneath my panties, his nose running up the seam of me. The material grates but it also feels insanely good.
“You’re so wet, Olivia,” He praises, looking up at me from between my legs, the wicked, erotic dance in his eyes coiling something hot and tight in my stomach. “All for me.” The tip of his finger slips in at the edge, a whisper against me but enough to have my hips bucking.
God if I don’t come in the next two fucking minutes…
He pulls away from me, standing as his hands go to the button on his pants. He strips out of his shirt, letting it drop to the floor before he kicks off the trousers and boxers. I watch with a lust filled fog filling my vision.
The impressive sight of him makes my pussy clench with need.
He pumps his shaft as he surveys me, and a wicked smile curves his mouth. “Turn on the bed, Olivia, dangle your head off the edge.”
Confused with the order but willing to do just about anything to sate this need, I obey, shifting until I’m laying sideways across the bed, head leaning against the edge. He steps behind my head, hand going to my mouth. He pushes his thumb inside, eyes heating as he watches me draw it into my mouth, sucking on it.
“What a good girl you are, Olivia.” His thumb pops from my lips but as he pulls away, he draws down my bottom lip, opening my mouth, “Come a little closer,” He commands, “Dangle your head off fully.”
I shift using my feet until I’m upside down, moving my eyes so I can still see him.
“Very good,” He commends as he drops my lip and moves his hand to his cock, taking it into his fist before he guides the head of it to my lips.
I open without him asking, my tongue licking up the bead of salty precum from the very tip of him. His eyes turn hooded as he presses forward, my lips parting wider to fit.
“I’m going to fuck your throat,” He tells me, gliding his cock in a little before pulling out, “You’re going to take it, Olivia. All of it.”
I nod.
“Don’t touch yourself.”
I feel my eyes widen a little at his command. I am so fucking desperate.
But I don’t have time to contemplate or argue, he shoves his cock into my mouth, all the way until I feel the head of him at the back of my throat. And then he’s fucking my mouth, thrusting in deep. I can barely breathe, water wells in my eyes, dripping from the corners and down my temples but fuck, more wetness heats me from between my legs, I feel it, my pussy throbbing. I ache.
He groans, his own hand wrapping around his throat as he tilts his face to the ceiling, the sound and the sight only adding to the burning desire within me. My toes curl against the urge to sate this need, to end this pain but when one of my hands slides down my stomach, it’s suddenly captured. His hips don’t stop, not even when he grabs my other hand, bringing up my arms to stop me from touching.
“Swallow,” He grinds out before his thrusts turn jerky and he spills himself into my mouth, his dick so far in, it hits my throat. I swallow awkwardly, considering the angle and he stills, cock remaining there as he breathes.
Slowly he slides out and then he crouches, taking the back of my head into his palms as he gently lifts it from the position. He holds the weight as he stares into my face, satisfied as his eyes flick to my mouth, at the pearl of come I hadn’t managed to get down my throat seeping from the corner of my mouth.
“Dirty girl couldn’t listen to one command,” Shifting the weight to one hand, he slides his thumb up, capturing that bead. He brings it to my mouth and my lips wrap around it. “For that, pretty girl, you’re going to have to earn your next orgasm.”