Chapter Fifty-seven
Pleasure stirs me from my sleep. Whole body pleasure, the type that sets every nerve on fire in the best possible way.
Sleep still clings to me, even when I hear myself moan, even when I can feel him pumping in and out of me, his thick cock stretching me open for him.
I force my eyes open, but I’m met with darkness. I only feel him, behind me, one leg thrown between mine as he holds mine up, parting my thighs so he can easily thrust between my legs.
“Malakai,” I moan, voice edged with raspy sleep.
“I’m sorry, kitten,” he growls, “I couldn’t wait.”
“Don’t stop.”
I don’t know how I can possibly go again, not when he squeezed every drop from me only hours before. He forced my body to do things I didn’t think possible. And then when we were done, spent and sleepy, he picked me up and we showered, the water falling onto us as his hands gently cleaned me up, worshipped me and loved me.
My heart had swelled. And then we got into bed, and he cuddled me, holding me close where sleep claimed me quickly. I didn’t expect to be woken in the middle of the night to him fucking me. Not that I minded.
His fingers flex where he holds my thighs apart, cock gliding in and out of me at a sleepy but deep pace.
“Touch yourself,” He demands, “Please. I need to feel you.”
My hand falls between my legs, instantly finding my sensitive clit and I begin to circle it, my breath stuttering from me as a new wave of pleasure has my pussy fluttering.
“Yes,” Malakai hisses, “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”
“I’m close,” I whisper.
“Give it to me, baby,” He begs and it’s enough, to hear him like that, the plea in his tone, the desperation. My orgasm barrels through me, bursting stars behind my eyes. He groans into my neck, thrusts turning jerky as he finishes himself, coming hard and fast into me.
For a few long seconds we lay there in the dark, sweat on our skin, our breaths hard and rough but then he starts to chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” I breathe.
He presses a tender kiss to my neck, “My twenty-four hours are up and if there was any way it should have ended,” Another gentle kiss, “Like this is the only way I’d want it to.”
“You can have my hours, Malakai. All of them.” I smile, which then promptly falls off my face when I realize what I just said.
“Olivia,” He rasps, arms coming around me, “You have all of mine, too.”
Tears sting my eyes. Those words may be the closest thing I’ll get from him that expresses his feelings. He knew what I wanted to tell him earlier, knew them, I saw it when he realized, but he didn’t let me say them.
We lay in the dark, our breathing now steady, hands still touching and caressing but softer, explorative. I needed to go clean up, I can feel the stickiness between my legs, but I don’t dare move just yet, too content to be here.
It’s a bubble. Nothing can touch us here, nothing from the past or the fucked-up things that landed us here, no dark secrets and death, just us, in a cocoon.
“I can’t believe you flew us out here,” I laugh. “Just for twenty-four hours.”
“Worth it.” I feel his smile.
“Can we come back?” I ask.
“Any time you like, Olivia.”
Despite it only being twenty-four hours, it feels like everything has changed. Monumentally. Malakai holds my hand against his thigh in the back of the car as we travel to the airport, absentmindedly stroking his thumb against it while he checks his phone with the other.
I’m too busy watching the scenery out the window to mind.
But his cell rings, drawing my attention.
“Dean.” He answers.
I hear the tinny sound of Dean’s voice but it’s too low to make out the words but whatever it is, has Malakai’s hand tightening on mine.
“We will be home in about eight hours.” Malakai says.
“No. Wait till I am there. I can’t do shit here, Dean, and knowing right now will fuck me up. I’ll meet you at the house.”
I’m watching him now, seeing the stress on his face, the anger now lining his body.
“I’ll call when we land.”
He hangs up the phone, curling his fingers around it as he turns to face me.
“Everything okay?” I broach.
“Fine,” He answers but I immediately know it’s a lie.
“Is it about…” I pause, swallowing, “your business?”
“It’s about you.”
My lashes flicker, “What about me?”
“The men who attacked you,” He turns away from me, but his hand still holds mine tightly, not letting go, “They were hired. Dean has just found out who hired them.”
Fear pumps through me, spiking my heartrate, “Who?”
“He’ll be letting me know when we get home.”
I let out a stuttering breath, swallowing.
Malakai turns to me again, “Whoever it was, they won’t get another chance. No one will be able to hurt you again, Olivia.”
“I believe you.” But it didn’t stop the very real, very potent terror in my blood.
“Would you like to be with me when he meets us?”
I think about it, trying to squash the fear in me. What would knowing do? I already know this isn’t inherently about me, but him…
“No. I don’t want to know.”
“Okay, kitten.” His hand loosens and he strokes my skin again, “Okay.”
The flight home goes without incident. Malakai is in his head, quiet and brooding so I’ve tried to distract myself. I scrolled endlessly on social media for the first two hours of the flight, but that started to get on my nerves so I opened my kindle app and tried to read, but my mind cannot focus. So now I’m looking out the window, sipping on a wine and watching the fluffy clouds beneath the plane. We’ll be home soon, and Malakai will know who targeted me.
I still stand by not knowing.
What good will it do me? Why would I need to know? It’ll be a name I don’t recognize anyway, and if it’s something Malakai thinks I need to know, he’ll tell me.
“I’m sorry,” Malakai’s voice startles me. He’s been quiet this whole time so hearing his voice is a surprise.
I turn to him, “Why?”
“This isn’t how I wanted this trip to end.”
“It’s okay,” I shrug, “You need this more than I do.”
“Why?”
“Because knowing doesn’t change anything.” I say, sipping my wine, “Knowing won’t take it back. And this is your domain, not mine. Knowing will make me spiral when I know none of it was my fault.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” He confirms. “It’s mine.”
“It won’t happen again,” I say confidently.
“Never.” He assures, placing his phone down on the table in front of us, “And I will handle it.”
“I know you will,” I swallow, “Just don’t tell me, okay?”
He softens and reaches for me. I put the wine down and let him drag me closer, tucking me into the side of him as he presses a kiss to my forehead. “You’re much too good for me, Olivia.”
I laugh softly, “We both know that already.”
His chuckle vibrates through my body, “Good thing I’m much too selfish to let you go.”
I turn my head up, letting him see my expression, my emotion, “Good job I don’t care if you think you’re not good enough or if I’m too good. I want you regardless.”
Against my better judgement. Against everything I know of good and evil.
I can’t help it.
My heart sings for him. All of him.
His eyes bounce between mine before he lifts a hand and traces my bottom lip with his thumb, eyes dropping to watch it.
“I’ll give you the world, Olivia, you just need to ask.”
But I don’t want the world.
Just this with him.