17. Chapter 17
17
Kelly
M alak’s arm was pressed just underneath my ass. My entire body ignited with heat as he slapped the back of my thigh with his free hand just as we turned into what I realized was his bedroom. Suddenly, I was placed on the end of the queen sized bed. The entire room smelled just like him, but stronger. I was intoxicated by the scent of him as my brown eyes darted quickly up and met his.
He closed the door without breaking eye contact and folded his arms across his chest as he looked down at me.
“It’s not smart to push his buttons, you know,” Malak told me, voice low and husky.
“Are you scolding me?” I bit my lip. “I’d think you’d enjoy seeing Grey disappointed.”
He smirked crookedly and shook his head. “Maybe, but we’ll both pay for it later.”
The way he said it made me shiver in the dimness of the room. Malak stepped away to flick on a low light that was on his desk on the other side of the room. I watched his ass as he walked and my gaze drifted all the way down to his feet, back up to his delicious hair.
“Mm,” I hummed out. My fingers flew to my mouth when I realized how loud it was.
Malak turned around to look at me, eyebrow cocked.
“You can stay in here until he’s cooled down,” Malak insisted. “I’ll talk to him about what happened out there.”
I shook my head quickly. “N-No, you don’t need to do that,” I insisted.
Malak eyed me. “What did happen out there?” he asked. I chewed at the inside of my cheek, my thighs squishing together. An equal measure of arousal and frustration welling up inside me.
“Grey and I got into it the other day. I accused him of using me, he accused me of using him. I told him about Rose, and—" I trailed off. My gaze shifted down to my thighs.
“The scar?” Malak asked. His voice grew more intense. Almost that same tone he had when he had first seen it in the kitchen.
I nodded.
Malak moved closer to me and knelt down in front of me. My shoulders flinched as he touched along my thigh, brushing his fingers over my scar. The only thing between them was the thin fabric of my pants.
“Can I see?” Malak asked.
I gulped. “No,” I mumbled. My heart was pounding in my chest just thinking about it.
Malak’s fingers tilted my chin up. And just like that, I was brought into that moment in the kitchen. When he had spoken to me through my panic attack.
“Why?” Malak asked me. “I ask seriously, why are you so afraid to tell me?”
He didn’t ask like Grey. Malak’s voice was soft, low, but lacked the harshness that Grey’s had as he demanded I tell him.
Looking into Malak’s eyes, I felt the words dare to still out of me.
“It’s ugly,” I replied, “horrifying and…isn’t me. It’s like something super glued to my body that I can never get rid of.”
My eyes stung.
“Nothing about you could ever be ugly, Kelly,” he insisted.
I shook my head, tugging it away from his grasp, but he only turned it back to him. My fingers curled into my palms.
“Stand,” he told me. The tone of his voice was dizzying.
I listened. I looked down to see Malak still kneeling below me, his head reaching my stomach. I sucked in a breath as he peered up at me with those dark eyes.
Malak tugged my leggings down over my round ass and hips. As he got closer to my thighs, my legs tensed. He paused for a brief moment, but then continued until I was stepping out of them. My scar came into view, shadowed by his body.
More tears filled my eyes. Through the soft blur, I saw Malak’s face contort, and fear knotted my stomach.
Does he think I’m ruined?
Does he think it’s even uglier than I thought?
“Who did this?” Malak asked. He tugged my panties down on that side just enough to reveal it entirely.
My fingers twitched. “It doesn’t matter,” I mumbled. “Now you’ve seen it a second time, up close. Now you know how terrible it is.”
He growled and his fingers curled into the side of my thigh, causing my breath to catch in my throat.
“It’s only terrible that someone would hurt you,” he told me and brushed his thumb on my scar from top to bottom.
I shivered and squeezed my eyes shut.
“Look at me, Kelly,” he ordered.
Again, I listened to a man I barely knew, to a man who barely knew me. I found I wanted us to know each other in more ways than our wounds.
I watched Malak strip his shirt off. My cheeks reddened at the sight of his broad shoulders, muscular chest, the hair along his stomach that lead into his jeans. His brown skin was so vibrant, every inch of his body handsome and strong.
“What do you see?” he asked.
I furrowed my brows and looked from his face back to his chest and shoulders. I blinked as I processed it. Scars. They were darker than mine, older and more faded, but they were clearly visible. Many of them, round, rigid, lining the front and tops of his shoulders, dragging down his chest. The memory of his back crossed over me, and I knew those scars trailed down his back as well.
“Scars,” I replied, my eyes no longer burning just for me.
“Do you think I’m ugly?” he asked, “Ruined?”
I shook my head aggressively, “No,” I replied, “You’re…God, you’re as far from ugly as someone could get Malak.” My voice was thick.
Malak leaned forward and kissed my scar. Once, twice, a third time, all in different places. His lips were the best thing I had ever felt against the marred flesh.
“You’re gorgeous,” Malak whispered. “Every time I see you, I want to strip you naked and take you.”
My thighs clenched.
“This scar does not change that.”
My breath felt like it was stuck in my throat. “Malak,” I just barely got out, and reached my hands down, running them along his shoulders.
“Yours,” I started, “Tell me how you got them. I’ll tell you how I got mine.”
Malak looked up at me, eyes darkening. I saw the flicker of pain there, but even more so, I saw regret.
“My mother,” Malak hissed out, “In her attempt to make sure our family name lived on, that I was strong and my sister did her duty — she told me it would all make sense later.”
Anger welled up in my stomach. “Your mother?” I asked.
Malak nodded. “She burned me with cigarettes, told me her parents had done it to her brothers, that they grew up stronger than she had,” he spit out, and looked to the side, his body turning rigid, “Other times, a pocket knife.”
My fingers curled into fists. “Not all of them were caused by her. There’s too many stories to tell you now,” he insisted.
His eyes darted back up to me, and then down to my scar.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
Malak did not reply. He moved on from my words, from the topic of his scars.
“Tell me,” he said, “Who hurt you?”
I sucked in a breath. I had told him I would if he told me.
“My ex boyfriend,” I admitted, my chest aching, “It’s a long story, but things with him were always good. I thought. He was kind, understanding. Until he wasn’t.” I shivered at the thought. “Until my grief and issues were too much for him.” It was vague, but all I could manage at that moment.
When I looked into Malak’s eyes, they were the darkest I had ever seen.
“He’ll get what’s coming to him,” he replied roughly.
His words caused another shiver to run up my spine, and I gripped his shoulders tighter.
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” I insisted, feeling the heat of his body close to mine. “I just want to feel your hands on me, all over me.”
I was tired of pretending I didn’t want him. I didn’t know what was happening with Rose, but right then, I didn’t fucking care.
Malak stood up, towering over me once again.
“I know you had me tow you in here for Grey, Kelly,” he said.
I shook my head, “No,” I insisted, “Yes, but not just that. I want you. I do.” My chest rose and fell heavier with my breath.
Malak narrowed his eyes and suddenly he was pushing me down onto the bed. He pulled my panties down all the way in one swift motion until they flew over my feet and he tossed them to the side with my leggings.
My head was spinning. It was all happening so fast.
“You drive us crazy, you know,” he growled softly, “Me, Grey, and I don’t doubt Rose.”
He spread my thighs and started to kiss up the soft flesh. He trailed his lips from my knee to the apex of my hip. My toes just barely touched the floor. I pushed up on them to lean back more on the bed.
Malak’s beard brushed along the sensitive skin, and I bit down on my lip as heat rushed to my thighs. He grabbed my legs as I was pushing up on my toes as high as I could, and draped them over his shoulders.
I gasped as he grabbed my hips and tugged me closer until my ass was on the very edge of the bed.
“I want to taste you.” Malak rumbled.
I held myself up on my elbows, staring down at him, flushed and needy.
My toes wiggled as his mouth came closer and closer to my wet pussy.
His tongue dipped between my lips, against my slit, and until it found my sensitive nub.
My breath caught in my throat as he began to lick and caress at my clit in slow motions. His strong hands gripped at my thighs, forcing them to stay apart even as they pushed against him.
“Malak,” I moaned.
I fell off my elbows as he gripped at me tighter, pulling me even closer until his face was completely buried against me. His mouth ravished my wet cunt, tongue swirling along my clit quickly, needily. His fingers came nowhere near me, instead after a minute, his tongue pushed inside me, again, and again.
My hips rocked against his face desperately as I tilted my head back against the bed.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, my hands squeezing the blanket on either side.
Malak mirrored my moan in a low hum that vibrated against my clit.
I shivered in pleasure, fire rushing to my thighs and stomach. As his tongue slid back up to my clit and started to caress it quicker, harder, my hips rocked wildly against his face and head. My thighs pushed against his hands, and his fingers dug deeper into my flesh.
I wondered only for a split second if he was even breathing, but I didn’t care.
My moans became mingled with his groaning and humming against me.
“I’m coming!” I gasped. My eyes blurred over, my hips bucked hard against him as I felt the pressure burst. My pussy throbbed.
I whined in pleasure, breath caught in my throat.
As my body went from rigid to relaxed, my hips twitched. Malak licked up my juices, trailing his tongue along my tender nub and causing me to shiver several times.
“Oh my god,” I panted. My head fuzzy.
Malak growled and suddenly was face to face with me between my legs.
His eyes were wild and needy. I felt his cock, hard within his jeans, press against me. My hips twitched. My arousal was not fully sated at that moment.
“I want you,” I breathed. Unable to think of anything else but his cock buried to the hilt inside me.
Malak stared into my eyes and brushed his fingers along the outside of my thigh.
“When I really fuck you, it won’t be because of Grey, and you’ll beg for me, until you can’t take it anymore,” Malak husked out.
Then he was standing.
Disappointed and arousal throbbed along every inch of my body. I just barely managed to prop myself up on my elbows.
I could see how hard he was just standing there, but he was refusing.
I tried to get anything coherent to come out of my mouth, but I was still too overwhelmed by bliss and need.
“By the way, Rose and I had something,” Malak said, voice thick with need, breath heavy.
I blinked, trying to focus on what he was saying. Rose.
“We were together, then we weren’t.”
Malak turned to a mini fridge beside his desk and pulled out a bottle of water, and placed it beside my foot. I felt the cold bottle against my skin and realized just how dry my mouth was.
“That’s awfully vague,” I said in a breath.
Malak smirked at me, eyes narrowed. “I guess that’s just how we do things around here, huh?”
I couldn’t help the exasperated laugh that escaped me. I flopped off my elbows and back onto my bed, my legs straightening out. The water bottle rolled closer to my hand, where I wrapped my fingers round it.
I guess I walked into that.