Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
INDIGO
I’m standing here, heart pounding, fists clenched, fighting to keep my composure. But it's slipping. Fast. The frustration is too much. I can't keep doing this. Back and forth with him, like we’re stuck in some kind of endless loop, chasing a dream I can’t even hold on to.
"You know my fucking secret, Malik," I spit, my voice cutting through the room. "A secret that could get me the fucking electric chair. Yet you need space. Then you meet me, and we have a good conversation. You sleep over. You insist on coming to this meeting tonight. You get there, and you know the fucking guy. You tell Emil you love me, but then the ride home? I become the ice king again. You need more fucking time. I can't do this, Malik. Either you love me for who I am and what I do, or you walk away right now. You’re a living, breathing Katy Perry song right now, and I can't do it."
I stop pacing. My hands are shaking, and I can feel the heat of anger rushing to my face. I'm done with this. I can't keep throwing myself at him like some kind of emotional grenade, only for him to step back, unsure. I’m done.
Malik stays quiet, eyes locked on mine, searching for something I can't figure out. His jaw clenches like he's struggling with something I can't see.
"Are you finished?" he asks, his voice surprisingly calm.
"For now," I answer, my words tinged with venom. I can't even look at him, but I feel every inch of his presence burning into my skin.
He runs a hand through his hair, that frustrated look creeping into his eyes. "Indigo, you’re right. I’m hot and cold," he admits, the words scraping out of him like they hurt. "I get it."
A giggle slips out. "Oh, you got the Katy reference, huh?" I tease, a bitter edge to my voice, the words tumbling out before I can bite them back.
He rolls his eyes, the tension breaking slightly. "Yes, I got the fucking Katy reference. But you… again, told me your secret was you're a serial killer." He sighs, like the weight of it is too much to carry. "The rage, the lack of remorse when I saw you in the woods… It scared me."
I suck in a breath, feeling a cold chill creeping down my spine, but I can't stop myself. "I would never act that way toward you. I love you. I want you. Only you," I say, stomping my foot, my voice pleading for him to hear it. To believe it.
He doesn’t move, doesn’t soften. His eyes narrow. "And I still love you," he says, his voice rough. "And I think that makes me fucked up, because you could lay a hundred bodies at my feet, and I’d still want to worship at your fucking altar."
I stare at him, my heart hammering in my chest. "You're not fucked up," I whisper, my voice barely there. "I just… I don’t need you to change who you are. I just need you to be here. Be with me. Like we were."
He shakes his head, looking down at the ground like he's wrestling with something too dark to share. "That's not easy, baby."
My pulse spikes with frustration, with a cold, creeping fear. "Why not?" I demand, my voice growing louder. "Why can't it just be simple? Why does it have to be so fucking complicated?"
"Because," he growls, his eyes snapping back to mine, raw and intense. "I’m not letting you go on any of these jobs alone. I plan on coming with you to make sure you're safe. And I don’t mean from your targets. I mean to make sure you don’t lose yourself to this. You don’t take more from the world than you put back in. That you leave no trace of who did it." He steps toward me, the heat of his body filling the space between us. "I can’t live without you, baby. You're mine. Every unhinged little fucking piece."
His words hit me like a freight train, crashing into the walls I’ve been building around myself. My breath catches in my throat. I can't hold back the tear that slips down my cheek, and I cross the room in a blur, too quick for him to stop me.
I leap into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him to me as if I might collapse if I don’t. His hands grab my ass, pulling me against him, and I kiss him hard, so fucking hard, as if this moment is the only thing that matters. Our tongues meet, desperate and wild, tasting each other like it’s our last day on earth. Every ounce of rage, pain, and fear gets lost in the kiss, our bodies pressing together with an urgency that leaves no room for doubt.
This is it. This is us.
And I’ll fucking own it.
I can feel him, his hardening length pressing into me as our kiss deepens, as if he's staking his claim, demanding a response from my very soul. The heat between us is suffocating, all- consuming. My body aches for him, the tension in my veins only growing stronger the longer we stay like this.
I pull away, gasping for air, our lips swollen from the intensity. “Take me to our room,” I breathe, my voice rough and desperate, almost a plea.
He doesn’t hesitate, his eyes dark with desire. “Yes, ma’am,” he murmurs, his lips curling into a wicked smile, holding me tightly against him. His hands grip my thighs, his muscles flexing as he carries me toward the bedroom.
My heart races, the rapid beat matching the rush of adrenaline coursing through me. I bury my face in his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him—warm, intoxicating, and all mine. This is the only thing that feels real right now.
Once inside, he sets me down gently on my feet, his hands moving to the bottom of my shirt before I can even blink. The urgency in his touch is matched only by the desperation in my chest. He doesn’t waste a moment, kissing down my neck, his lips brushing against my skin with the perfect mix of tenderness and fire. His mouth finds the sensitive spot behind my ear, and I gasp, my fingers digging into his hair as he leaves soft, searing kisses in his wake.
His hands skim over my skin, undoing my clothes with practiced ease, each movement deliberate yet filled with an urgency that matches my own. I shudder under his touch, the way he knows exactly how to make me feel like I’m the only thing in his world.
The sound of his breath, the way he hums against my skin, drives me wild. I close my eyes, giving myself over to the moment, to him, to us. There’s no turning back now, no holding back from what we both want.
This is where we belong. Together.
“You have too many clothes on,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire.
A half-smile tugs at the corner of his lips, but his gaze never wavers from mine. Slowly, I reach up and begin to unbutton his black and gray plaid shirt, my fingers trembling just enough to make the task feel like an eternity. I move deliberately, savoring every second, letting the tension build between us. Each button I undo feels like a promise, each inch of skin I expose pulling us closer to the inevitable.
The shirt slides off his broad shoulders, revealing the soft curve of his chest, the hint of muscle beneath a layer of warmth. My fingertips graze his skin as I move to his jeans. My breath catches in my throat as I slide the zipper down, each movement pulling us deeper into the tension that simmers between us.
His jeans drop to the floor, leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs. The fabric clings to his hips, outlining the curve of his stomach, a little extra softness around the middle, but it only makes him more real, more raw, more intoxicating. I let my eyes trace the lines of him—so far from perfect, and yet so perfectly mine.
I step back, my heart pounding, every part of me burning with the anticipation of what’s to come.
His gaze locks onto mine, and there’s no room for self-consciousness. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, pushing them down, letting them fall away. Heat rushes through me as he stands before me, completely bare, completely mine.
His hands move up my thighs, sending shivers through me as he brushes against my skin. He leans in, kissing me deeply, his lips moving hungrily over mine.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer as the heat between us intensifies. We stumble toward the bed, our bodies pressed together as we fall onto the sheets.
He hovers above me, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looks down at me with dark eyes filled with need. I reach up and pull him in for another kiss, my tongue tangling with his.
His fingers find the clasp of my bra, and with a swift motion, he unhooks it. I shift beneath him, lifting slightly as he slides the straps down my arms. The fabric catches for a moment before I slip my arms free, letting it fall away.
I arch up to meet him, reveling in the feel of his warm skin against mine.
His hands roam freely over my body as he kisses his way down from my lips to my neck, then lower still. I moan softly as he finds all the right spots—my collarbone, the sensitive curve of my breasts—and sucks gently on each one.
I run my fingers through his hair as he continues to explore every inch of me with his mouth and hands. Every touch sends sparks shooting through me until I’m trembling with pleasure.
I moan as his tongue flicks over my nipple, teasing me mercilessly. He looks up at me, a wicked grin on his face, before he rolls beside me, lying flat on his back. “Come sit on my face, baby.”
His hands grip my hips, guiding me as I straddle him, my back to the headboard, facing the foot of the bed. My center hovers just above his face, the anticipation sending a shiver down my spine. I can feel the heat emanating from him, and I know that he’s just as turned on as I am.
Slowly, he leans in, brushing his lips against my thigh, sending shivers through my body. He kisses his way up my inner thigh, pausing just short of where I want him most. I whimper in frustration, arching my hips toward him in invitation.
Finally, he gives in to my silent pleas and presses his hot mouth against me. His tongue flicks out, tracing delicate patterns around my entrance before diving inside. I gasp aloud at the sudden intrusion, my hands gripping the sheets above me as pleasure courses through me.
He doesn't relent, lapping at me hungrily, his tongue exploring every inch of my folds. His fingers join in the sensual assault, slipping inside me effortlessly as he continues to tease me with his mouth. I can feel myself tensing up already—he always knows exactly what buttons to push to drive me wild.
I can't take it anymore; I need more. I reach down and grasp his hard length in my hand, stroking him in time with his ministrations on me. He moans against my core, spurring me on to move faster.
"Indigo," he groans between licks, "I want you."
He groans as I take him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock before I slowly take him inch by inch, feeling the warmth of him fill me. He tastes salty, musky, and I savor every second. I focus on him, using my lips and tongue to tease and please, just as he's done for me so many times before.
His hands dig into my thighs as he moans my name—a primal growl that urges me to take him deeper. I suck harder, bobbing my head up and down in time with the rhythm of his hips as he thrusts shallowly into my mouth.
As I continue to suck him off, I feel him grow even harder in my mouth—a testament to how much he’s enjoying this.
I know he’s close when his breathing becomes more erratic and his moans become louder. With one final deepthroat maneuver, he erupts into my mouth, filling it with his hot seed. I swallow every drop greedily before pulling away, kissing his tip.
He's panting heavily now, his chest heaving from exertion but also from the mind-blowing orgasm I just gave him. He looks at me with newfound respect—and maybe even a hint of envy—in his eyes.
"Your turn," he pants.
Malik doesn't hesitate for a second before he burrows his face between my thighs, inhaling my scent like a man starved of oxygen. His tongue laps at my already soaking wet pussy. His lips are gentle but insistent as they suckle on my clit while his fingers explore my aching core.
"Oh God," I moan, arching my back as he hits the perfect spot. "Yes, right there!"
He groans in response, his hands gripping my hips tightly as if to hold me down as he devours me whole. His tongue and fingers work in tandem, teasing me mercilessly until I'm on the brink of orgasm.
"I'm close," I pant out breathlessly. "I'm so close."
That seems to spur him on even more because he redoubles his efforts, sucking harder and finger-fucking me with renewed vigor. The feeling is almost too much to bear; I can feel the pressure building deep inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until it threatens to explode outward.
"Malik!" I scream his name as I come—a powerful orgasm that rocks my entire being from head to toe. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me as I squirt onto his face, coating him in my juices. He doesn't miss a beat, though; if anything, it spurs him on further as he laps up every drop greedily before pulling away.
I'm panting, my chest heaving, when I feel him flip me onto my back. My eyes snap open, meeting his darkened gaze. There's a hunger there that both terrifies and arouses me. Slowly, he moves between my thighs, positioning himself at my entrance.
I brace myself for impact as he enters me in one swift motion, filling me completely. He's so big—much bigger than I ever thought possible—but it feels so good. So right. He starts off slowly, withdrawing almost all the way before plunging back in again, stretching me in ways I never knew were possible. With each thrust, he drives deeper and deeper until I'm moaning his name like a mantra.
"Harder," I beg him between gasps of air. "Fuck me harder!"
And Malik obliges without hesitation. His hips slam into mine with increasing force, his girthy cock hitting spots inside me that send electric shocks straight to my core. My hands grip the sheets beneath me as white-hot pleasure courses through my veins, pooling between my legs with every thrust.
“Fuuck!” I moan again, louder this time, as another orgasm builds within me.
Malik grabs my hips roughly and pulls me even closer as he pounds into me relentlessly, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks with each powerful stroke. It's animalistic and primal and I love every damn second of it.
As the pressure inside me builds once more, I arch my back and scream out in ecstasy as Malik buries himself deep inside me one final time before erupting within me, filling me with his hot cum as we both shudder together in mutual release.
Panting and sweaty, we collapse onto the bed in a tangled mess of limbs. The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing as we come down from our highs. Malik wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to his chest as we catch our breath.
"That was..." I start, but words fail me.
"Incredible," he finishes for me, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.
I nod in agreement, still trying to process everything that just happened.
Malik shifts slightly and I feel his softening cock slip out of me. My body protests at the loss of contact, and I let out a small whimper.
He chuckles deeply, sending shivers down my spine. "Don't worry," he says, planting another kiss on my lips. "We have all night."
My heart races at the thought of spending more time with him, exploring each other's bodies and indulging in endless pleasure.