Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
MALIK
Indigo stands at the front desk, draped in those damn leather pants she made me pack, the ones that hug every inch of her like a second skin. Paired with a red off-the-shoulder top speckled with tiny white polka dots, she looks like some forbidden pinup girl. Her dark hair is twisted into a high bun, but she’s left a single barrel curl loose, framing her face like an old-school vixen. She’s a walking wet dream, and she fucking knows it.
I lean against a column, keeping just enough distance to not seem suspicious, but close enough to hear snippets of her conversation with the guy behind the counter. He’s young, probably early twenties, and already falling over himself trying to keep up with whatever bullshit she’s spinning. She leans in just slightly, her fingers toying with the counter as she talks, her lips curling in a way I know too well. She’s selling him a fantasy, making him believe every lie dripping from that sinful mouth.
“Come on,” she purrs, licking her lips just enough to make his Adam’s apple bob. “I just wanna surprise him.”
His brows shoot up, eyes darting toward the monitor before back to her. “Uh… I don’t think I’m supposed to?—”
Indigo leans closer, tilting her head, eyes wide and pleading. “Please? You’d really be helping me out.” Then she winks, slow and deliberate, like she knows exactly what it does to him.
I see it happen—the exact moment he caves. The subtle shift in his shoulders, the way his fingers twitch over the keyboard. He’s trying to be discreet, but I see everything. He mumbles something about “just a second” while his hands move across the keys.
I also notice him trying to subtly adjust himself behind the desk.
Fucking hell. That’s going to earn her a spanking.
My jaw ticks as I shift my stance, my hands curling into fists. She’s mine. That mouth, that body, that wicked little brain—every inch of her belongs to me. And here I am, forced to watch as she uses her charm on some idiot in a monkey suit just to get what she wants. I know it’s part of the plan. I know she’s doing what she has to do. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
She turns her head slightly, her eyes catching mine for the briefest second, a flash of amusement there before she refocuses on her prey. She’s enjoying this. Testing me.
The kid finally scribbles something onto a notepad, sliding it across the counter with a hushed, “Just be quick, okay?”
Indigo grins, snatching it up like it’s a prize. “You’re the best.” She reaches out, lightly touching his wrist before sauntering off, hips swaying like a goddamn siren leading men to their doom.
I wait until she’s a few steps past me before falling into stride beside her. “Enjoy yourself?” I murmur low enough for only her to hear.
She smirks, not looking at me as she tucks the note into the pocket of her leather pants. “Did you?”
I grab her wrist, pulling her close enough that she stumbles slightly. “You’re gonna pay for that later.”
Her eyes darken, lips parting slightly, and fuck if it doesn’t make me want to drag her back to our suite and remind her exactly who she belongs to. “Promise?”
I smirk. “You’ll see.”
She grins, slipping her hand into mine as we head toward the elevator. We still need a key, but that’s easy work.
The moment we step inside, a maid joins us, arms full of fresh towels. Before I can so much as glance at the buttons, Indigo grabs my shirt, yanking me down into a kiss.
She moans against my mouth, her body pressing flush to mine, and my first instinct is to pull back and ask what the hell she’s up to—but then she nips my lip.
“God, I want you so bad,” she whispers, breathy and desperate.
The elevator beeps, doors sliding open, and she pulls away just as quickly as she started. She peeks up at the floor number, all innocence. “Welp, this is us. Come on, baby.”
Dazed, I follow her out, watching the doors close behind us. “What the hell was that about?”
She flashes a wicked grin, holding up a freshly swiped room key between her fingers. “Easy. We distracted her with our PDA, and I pickpocketed her.”
I let out a sharp laugh, then growl, “You evil, sneaky, fucking brazen woman.”
Before she can respond, I scoop her up and carry her into our room, kicking the door shut behind us.
I set her down, watching her stumble slightly, but she catches herself. Her breath hitches, and I feel the pulse of her vulnerability radiating off of her. She doesn't speak, but her eyes flicker with defiance—something I’ve come to expect from her. But right now, it doesn't matter.
I grab her chin, holding it firmly, lifting her face to meet mine. "Get on your knees and suck my dick, Indigo," I say, my voice barely above a whisper, but it's still a command. A demand. One that leaves no room for refusal.
She inhales sharply, her body stiffening. Good. That’s what I want. I want her to feel the power shift between us. I want her to know that I see every little thing, every second that she tries to hide behind that mask.
"What?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly.
I lean in, just close enough for her to feel the heat of my breath against her skin. I kiss the tip of her nose, the pressure light but possessive. "You made me watch you flirt, made me watch you get that fucking desk worker hard. Now you're going to remind yourself who you belong to."
Her eyes widen, lips parting like she’s about to say something—protest, maybe—but I know her well enough to see the hesitation. The internal battle she’s fighting. I wait, making sure she knows I’m not going to back down. She’s going to bend to this.
I say it again, quieter but sharper this time, "Get on your knees, Indigo."
I expect her to fight me. I expect her to argue, to push back and tell me I’m not usually this dominant. But she doesn’t. Instead, she slowly sinks to her knees, never once breaking eye contact with me. Her movements are deliberate, a silent defiance that only fuels my fire. When she’s kneeling in front of me, her head at my crotch level, she looks up at me through those damnably long lashes and says, "Is this what you want?"
My gaze locks with hers, dark and unyielding. "I want you to show me that you're mine, that you belong to me and no one else."
I unbuckle my pants and free my cock from its confines. It's already rock hard and throbbing with anticipation for what's about to happen next. A drop of pre-cum glistens at the tip, and the head is red and swollen with need. Indigo's eyes widen slightly when she sees how much her actions affect me, but she doesn't back down.
Instead, she leans in, brushing her lips against the base of my cock before sliding them upward along the length of my shaft. Her tongue flicks out, wet and warm, as she laps at me like a cat lapping up cream. Her breathing is erratic now, a sign that despite her sass, she's into this too. She moans around me as she takes more of my length into her mouth, her soft lips enveloping me in a wet heat that threatens to undo me right then and there.
I thrust my hips forward slightly, pushing more of myself into her waiting mouth. "That's right," I growl, gripping her hair just a bit tighter. "Suck it like you mean it."
Her teeth graze my sensitive skin lightly enough to send chills down my spine, but not enough to cause real pain. She knows exactly what I like—knows how far she can push me before I lose control completely. Her fingers find their way to my balls, massaging them gently as she takes me to the back of her throat.
Her hands move from my balls to my hips, urging me forward even more. I obey willingly, thrusting into her mouth with abandon. She moans around me, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
I'm close, so close, and I can't hold back any longer. I can't take much more of this.
"Indigo," I groan, my voice a strangled whisper. "I'm going to?—"
She looks up at me with those dark, lust-filled eyes of hers and does something with her tongue that makes my world explode. I erupt into her mouth, my cum spilling onto her waiting tongue. She doesn't pull away; instead, she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock, ensuring not a drop is wasted. Slowly, she pulls off me with a satisfied smirk, her lipstick slightly smudged but no less alluring.
She stands up and tugs on my beard so I'm eye level with her. "You bossing me around is hot as fuck," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. "But now I'm wet as hell, and these pants aren't going back on if they come off." Her fingers trail down her body, her eyes never leaving mine. "So I'll get you back tonight. I'm going to ride your face like a bronco, and you're going to like it."
Her words stir something primal inside me, setting my nerves alight with anticipation for what the night will bring. Indigo doesn’t back out of her promises, and I know tonight won’t be an exception. As much as I want to pick her up and carry her back to bed right now, I remind myself that we both have responsibilities to attend to.
Reluctantly, I nod in agreement, the tension between us crackling. "Deal," I say with a smirk. "But for now, we better get back to work."
Indigo knocks on Elias' door, and I stand to the side, waiting. No answer. She knocks again, louder this time, but still nothing.
She smirks, reaching into her pocket to pull out the key she swiped earlier. Without hesitation, she unlocks the door and steps inside. I follow close behind her. His room isn’t as nice as ours—more mundane, nothing lavish, definitely not a suite. It’s simple, a decent-sized bedroom with a small sitting area and a bathroom near the door.
“I’m going to wait here for him. You go hide in the bathroom or the closet or something. If I need you, I’ll holler. Otherwise, let me work,” she says, her voice low but confident.
“I don’t like this,” I grunt.
“You don’t have to like it. You just have to be here. Now, shoo.”
I give her a glare but don’t argue. I step into the closet, ducking under the shelf that holds extra linens. I peek through a crack in the slats and watch as Indigo sits on the bed, scrolling on her phone like she’s not waiting for someone dangerous to walk in. Time drags on. What feels like an hour passes before the door beeps and swings open. I can’t see him, but I hear him.
“What the fuck? Who the hell are you?” Elias' voice cuts through the air.
“A surprise,” Indigo coos, her voice sweet, almost mocking. “You must have been a very good boy.”
My stomach churns at her words.
“Who sent you?”
“Your boss, Thomas Archwood,” she replies in a casual tone, like this is just another part of the job.
“What’s your name, sweet thing?” Elias asks, stepping further into the room.
“Alice,” she answers, her tone still light, laced with something darker beneath it.
He steps into the room, his back to the closet, and I can see him more clearly now.
“What does my surprise entail?” he asks, a certain anticipation in his voice.
“Anything you want,” she purrs, her voice smooth like velvet.
“I have another friend coming later. A little younger than you. Will you play with her?”
Indigo’s breath catches, but she doesn’t falter. “Anything you want. Do you have a picture?”
“I do...” He pauses. “Here.”
Indigo inhales sharply, her face hardening. “Oh, she’s a kid. What, like fourteen, if even? I won’t do that.”
Elias takes a step forward, and before I can blink, he grabs her by the hair, yanking her head back.
“Now, didn’t you just say anything?” he growls.
Indigo lets out a strangled whimper, and I feel the rage burn through me. But she doesn’t break. She’s playing the game her way.
“You were sent here for me. You will do as I say. Do you understand?” he demands.
She doesn’t answer immediately.
Smack!
My muscles tense.
“Do you understand?” he repeats, the threat in his voice now unmistakable.
“Yes,” she breathes out, her voice barely above a whisper.
The tension in the room thickens, and my stomach twists as I watch. I promised her I wouldn’t intervene, that she’d call if she needed me, and I’m struggling to hold on to that promise.
“Good girl,” Elias mutters, his voice laced with something twisted. “Now, how about you get undressed, and we’ll warm up before my friend gets here.”
Indigo stands from the bed, turning her back to him. She glances over her shoulder, meeting my eyes through the crack in the closet. “Can you help me unzip my shirt?” she asks, her voice soft but steady.
Elias moves behind her, reaching for the zipper. He gets a few inches down before Indigo whirls, the syringe she had hidden slipping into his neck with practiced ease.
“What the fuck!” he roars, swinging at her, but she dodges easily.
“Sorry, Elias. Some gifts are better left unopened, don’t you think?” she smirks, her eyes glinting with satisfaction.
He stumbles, his eyes narrowing in fury. “Fucking bitch,” he grits through his teeth, but before he can say another word, he drops to his knees, unconscious.
I step out of the closet, relieved but still filled with a quiet anger. Indigo hops up with a little clap of her hands. “That went perfectly to plan,” she says, her voice light and carefree.
“He hit you,” I say, my voice rough with concern.
“It was nothing. He hits like a bitch,” she replies, brushing it off like it doesn’t matter.
“Indigo…”
“Malik…”
We lock eyes, and for a moment, everything between us is raw, unspoken.
“Come on, baby. Just help me get him to the car,” she says, already starting toward the door.
“Fine, but we’re talking about this,” I reply, following her.
“Deal,” she agrees with a grin, and I shake my head, amused, as I help her prepare to drag Elias out of the room.
I grab a blanket off the bed and drape it over Elias. We have to make him look like just another bundle of laundry, nothing to raise any alarms. He’s heavy, dead weight in our hands, but I know we can manage.
We slip out into the hallway with practiced ease. The hotel is upscale, and the hallways are luxuriously furnished, with soft carpeting that muffles our footsteps. I scan the hallway once more. There are a few doors, but the area is mostly quiet. No staff, no guests. Perfect.
Indigo checks the elevator first, her eyes flicking to the security camera above. We both know the elevator could be a gamble in a place like this. Too many eyes, too many chances for something to go wrong. The stairs are safer, even if they’re less glamorous.
“Let’s take the back stairs,” I suggest, my voice barely above a whisper.
Indigo nods and leads the way to a discreet door at the end of the hall, away from the public eye. We move through it and down the narrow service staircase, the heavy wood steps creaking under our weight. The hall is dimly lit, the scent of expensive wood polish and floral arrangements lingering in the air.
At the bottom of the stairs, Indigo glances out the service door, doing one last check of the lobby area. We’re in the heart of the hotel, and the lobby’s grandeur makes it feel like we’re in the middle of a movie set. The chandeliers sparkle above, casting warm light over the sleek marble floors, and there’s no sign of any hotel staff yet. We’ve still got time, but I can feel the pressure mounting.
“All clear,” Indigo says, and we step into the quiet alleyway outside. The cold air hits us, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the hotel. I feel the tension in my muscles ease slightly as we move further away from the Aria’s opulent atmosphere.
The parking garage is attached to the hotel, but thankfully, it’s out of sight from the main entrance. We keep low, moving with precision and silence. Each step is calculated, each motion is like we’ve done this a thousand times before.
Indigo opens the trunk, and we lift Elias inside, making sure everything’s in place. I close the trunk softly, glancing around the parking lot once more. It’s so quiet—just the hum of distant traffic, the faint sounds of a luxury car starting somewhere in the distance.
Indigo gets behind the wheel, and I slide into the passenger seat. She starts the engine, and we pull out of the parking lot without a hitch. The sleek black car blends in with the other high-end vehicles parked outside. No one notices us.
We drive off into the night, the lights of the hotel fading behind us as we merge into the street. I take a deep breath. The pressure’s off, for now.