Chapter 36
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Jade
The torture continues throughout the rest of the dinner and as soon as we finally reach an agreement with my family and everyone leaves, Malachi grabs my arm with a tight, unyielding grip, hauling me out of my chair with enough force that my heels stumble against the thick rug.
“This looks a lot like winning,” I say, a wide smile on my face but he remains silent as he marches me away from the dining room, down the corridor, taking a right turn into another corridor, then having us climb up the stairs before reaching the part of Eden I’ve never been into.
He unlocks the door and then slams it shut behind us with a sharp crack that rattles the glass in the window frames.
The deadbolt slides home with a heavy, final thud, as Malachi pulls the curtains to the big mirror.
“What is this place?” I ask, looking around. There is a large bed in the middle of the room, and a tall window looking outside on the street. Malachi makes sure to pull that curtains as well.
I grin. “So you admit I won. Does that turn you on?”
He doesn’t say anything, instead he spins me around and pins my back hard against the wall, his large frame caving me in completely, his proximity making it difficult for me to breathe properly. I clench my thighs together, hoping the ache for him would go away but it only makes it worse.
He growls as his hands slam flat against the wall on either side of my head, blocking every inch of escape making my heartbeat accelerate and my skin burns with the intense, raw desire that twists deep in my lower stomach. I’m wide open, throbbing, desperate for friction.
“I think you underestimated me,” I snap back, breathing hard, my chest rising and falling against his, absolutely refusing to shrink in front of the fire in his eyes. I reach out, grabbing the stiff lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him down until our mouths are an inch apart.
“You started this,” I whisper, my voice shaking with a reckless edge. “Now take charge of it and finish it.”
Malachi smirks. That’s all he needs to hear and his hands move with brutal efficiency. “Remember that you asked for it.”
He rips the silk of my dress down at the shoulder, the fabric tearing with a sharp, sound that shreds the seam, before he shoves my skirt up to my waist, bunching the black silk against my hips, so he could slide his hand straight between my thighs.
His fingers find me instantly as if they’ve done this a thousand times, as if he’s been fucking me for an eternity. I blush realizing that I am completely soaked, and I can’t control the trembling, entirely undone.
A sharp gasp breaks past my lips, my head falling back against the wall as his fingers stretch me without any warning or gentleness.
“On your knees,” he commands, his voice dropping into a lethal whisper against my ear.
I do as he says and I drop to my knees, hitting the thick rug with a dull thud.
My fingers are shaking as I reach for his belt, working the metal buckle open and pushing his pants down.
Before I can look up, a heavy hand wraps into my dark hair, yanking my head back by the roots so hard my neck strains and I am forced to stare straight into his face.
“You like pushing me, Jade?” he asks, his chest heaving under his open shirt, his green eyes burning with raw possession. “You like playing with fire?”
“I like watching you lose your temper,” I gasp out, defiant even as the pain and the heat blur together in my mind.
“And to be fucked hard not?” He lets go of my hair, but he keeps my chin up facing him. “Tell me how much you want me to put my dick in you, Jade.”
Before I get a chance to say anything, he uses his free hand to maneuver his length, rubbing the tip gently over my lips. Instinctively, I part my lips, placing a wet kiss on the head of his dick.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, taken by surprised, but clearly pleased. “Now tell me with words.”
“I want you to fuck me, Mal,” I say, my words vibrating against his cock. A part of me is tempted to just take it in my mouth and see how long he’d last, but I stay put, too scared to try it. “I want your dick inside of me.”
He reaches down, hooks his hands under my arms, and hoists me straight up until I wrap my legs tight around his waist. I cling to his shoulders as he carries me across the room in two long strides, before throwing me on the bed.
“This is one of Eden’s private rooms,” his lips find mine for a hungry kiss. “This is where the girls who are open for it meet clients in private.”
“I figured,” I say in his mouth before he shuts me up with his tongue sliding between my lips. Words suddenly become foreign and all I can think about is how good he tastes and that I never want to lose this feeling of having his weight on top of me.
Malachi wastes no time. He parts my legs more with his knee, using his healthy arm to rip my thong off and throw it on the floor, before he pushes inside of me in one hard, relentless thrust that knocks the absolute breath from my lungs.
A sharp cry tears from my throat, burying itself against his shoulder. My nails dig deep, tearing red, stinging tracks into the bare skin of his back as he sets a punishing, heavy rhythm that shakes the bed beneath us.
Every time my hips buck upward, trying to match his speed and take control of the pace, his large hands grip my hips like a vise, pinning me flat to the bed.
“Stay still,” he barks, his voice vibrating through my whole body as he drives his dick into me deeper, stretching me to the limit. “I tell you when you move. You can’t come before I let you.”
I moan, tossing my head back against the pillow, completely at his mercy. My body is a live wire of friction and nerve endings, burning from the inside out.
“I always win, Jade.”
The dual assault hits me like a physical blow. The heavy, punishing friction of his body slamming into mine paired with the relentless movement of his fingers on my sensitive core, shatters whatever small fraction of restraint I had left. My vision blurs at the edges and the room begins to spins.
“Malachi—please—stop—I can’t—” I sob, my fingers clutching desperately at his hair, pulling him down.
“Not yet,” he growls, his teeth sinking hard into the sensitive skin of my neck, tasting the sweat and the salt. “You stay right there.”
He holds me balanced on the absolute edge, refusing to let me fall, keeping the pressure steady until my muscles lock up and my breath comes in short, terrified gasps. He drives into me harder, forcing the pace until my body begins to convulse around him.
A shattered scream tears from my chest as the orgasm rips through me, wave after brutal wave, completely stripping away my defenses. The second my walls clamp down around him with my release, Malachi lets go himself.
With a low, ragged roar, he buries his face in my neck and drives himself deep inside me, pouring his release into my body in heavy, rhythmic pulses, his cum warm.
We stay locked together in the private room, chest to chest, breathing hard and fast in the quiet space, the real world locked safely and permanently on the other side of the heavy door.