45. Malic #2
Yes, a head start sounds wonderful. My keeper can fight my battles for me tonight. I have better plans.
The second I pull her through the front door, my mouth is on hers. I barely give her a second to rethink her evening and instead give her a preview of what’s to come.
Her. Me.
We’re both going to come. A lot of fucking times, if I have anything to say about it.
Once I get my mouth on her pussy, she’s mine. Forever. No takesey backseys. Ever. She sealed her fate that night in the women’s bathroom when she looked at me with those bedroom eyes and begged me to fuck her.
And I obliged. How could I not? The girl I had been obsessed with and ached to see again was finally back in my sights. I wanted her. She wanted me. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I lost my virginity to her. My dick will only know her.
His home.
My home.
Every time I touch this girl, my skin breaks out in goosebumps and sends shivers down my spine.
The fog in my head lifts momentarily, and she brings me back to a semi-normal state of consciousness.
Well, as normal as I can be, I guess. I’ve only lived with one state of mind since the moment I was rescued from that dingy hotel on the outskirts of town.
Survival by any means possible. Whether it be through violence or obedience to my boss, that’s all I had.
Now, there is her. It’s truly an act of science.
Now, I’ve found the thing that grounds me. My obsession.
And she’ll never escape me again. Not even for those fuckwits across campus who seem determined to keep her in their orbit when they have no idea who they’re dealing with. It’s comical, really. I wonder when they’ll figure it out.
It’s too late now, though. I’ve got her exactly where I want her. In the palms of my hands, kissing me like I’m the oxygen she breathes.
Her back slams against the front door as I hold her there, letting my tongue dance with hers. She fists my shirt, pulling me closer and eagerly moaning into my mouth.
Fuck.
If I thought my dick was painfully hard at the thought of sharing her with Wilder, I was kidding myself before. He’s practically punching out of my jeans and trying to navigate straight to her pussy.
All in good time, pal. We’ll get there. But for now, we’re going to play with her for as long as we can.
Considering the last time we were together, it was frenzied and quick.
We barely cleaned up before she scurried away.
I want to eat her until my tongue shrivels and I can barely speak.
Only then will I fuck her into oblivion.
Having her in my arms again. My Olivia. Having my mouth pressed against her soft lips and capturing her moans with my mouth has my black heart racing inside my chest, waiting to explode. Much like my dick.
Every fantasy I’ve had of her since I fucked her in the bathroom doesn’t compare to this. Having her in my arms again. My mouth on hers. Our flesh touching. Our breaths mingling together.
It’s everything I never knew I wanted.
My fingers wind through her hair, holding her still, and move her head to the side to expose her delicious neck. My lips work down her jawline, sucking and nipping at her flesh. Deep groans vibrate from my throat at the taste of her sweet skin on my tongue.
“Fuck me,” she begs like before. “God, fuck me already.” Her low moan shakes through my damn bones and boils my blood, making it head south straight to my throbbing dick.
Chill, boy. You’ll explode before you ever make it inside her again. And we can’t have that. I want my cum running down her leg for days afterward. I want my name to be the only one falling from her lips. Well, until Wilder comes, of course. Then, he can join in on the festivities.
“There’s only me here,” I murmur directly into her ear.
“Only Malic. I want you to say my name. Only mine. Not God. Not fuck. Just Malic.” I pause, biting into her flesh and sucking it between my teeth again.
Leaving a bigger mark on her delicate skin.
Pulling back, I force her wild gaze to mine.
“Well, until my keeper comes barging through this door. Could be at any second when he realizes I’ve disobeyed his orders.
Poor Keeper,” I click my tongue a few times, raking my eyes up and down her body.
Her chest heaves. Sweat trickles between her breasts, and her eyes dilate at the sound of my voice.
“Then you can scream both our names.” I grin at the imagery again, making my dick bounce against my jeans.
Her eyes slightly widen, but there’s intrigue sparking through them. A challenge she can’t put down.
“Both?” she asks through heavy breaths and small moans. She doesn’t dispute my words or try to run. There’s intrigue in her eyes.
“Both, if you want. Or, you can have me. Forever,” I reply with a wicked smile, taking her bottom lip between my teeth and softly biting down.
Pulling away with a groan, I hold onto her tighter.
“I’d do anything for you; you remember that, don’t you?
” She nods once. “Whatever you want, Little Ghost. I’ll give it to you.
If you don’t want this anymore, you say you don’t.
If two is too much, then you can leave. From here on out, you say the word.
” I promise her everything, because I know when my plan goes into effect, she might hate me.
“Promise me one thing?” I hum, holding her still.
“What’s that?” she asks breathlessly, her chest heaving again.
“That you won’t hate me in the morning.” It’s the most vulnerable thing I’ve ever said before. I don’t think I could stand it if she actually hates me when she opens her eyes in the morning and realizes what’s happened.
My head cocks, and my brows furrow. A weirdness tightens in my chest, and my breath stalls in my expanding lungs.
Is this what future regret feels like? Or regret in general?
Will I hate myself for doing this to the girl I’m obsessed with?
Sure, I’ve regretted things in the past. Not keeping my sister safe is at the top of that list. But this?
Trapping my little ghost into helping me find her killers?
I guess it’s future Malic’s problem. For now, I’m going to lose myself in the sensations roaring through me and push any regret to the back of my mind.
“Okay,” she mutters without thought. “As long as you don’t hate me, too,” she offers with a soft smile, hiding her lies behind her big brown eyes.
I see you, Olivia, the real you, trying to peek out and come back to me.
Come back to me, Olivia. Or I’ll lick her out with my tongue until she reveals herself fully. That’s all I want. I want that girl I used to stand over and watch sleep. The girl I vowed to protect from the moment I saw her.
No matter, I’ll draw her out. One lick at a time.
Pulling back from our heated exchange, I let my eyes wander again as she rests against the front door.
If we aren’t careful, Wilder will slam through and interrupt us before I can get her naked and sprawled out like an inviting dish.
And that’s what I need to entice him to be a good little keeper. A dish to serve up to him.
“Come with me,” I roughly say, grabbing her hand and leading her into the large kitchen at the back of our Victorian home.
How we were granted access to Syndicate Row, I’ll never know.
Perhaps it’s the neutral zone Franco the fucker promised to every family vying for a home here at Greenwood.
Or a gesture that he doesn’t see us as a threat to him.
“What are we doing?” she asks, looking around the kitchen with furrowed brows, taking in the modern appliances and clean countertops.
“This,” I say, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her onto the island with ease.
“I’m hungry. And I only eat my meals here.
” I gesture to the island she’s sitting on, and her eyes go wide.
“So, will you spread your legs for me and let me feast?” On what’s mine is what I want to add, but I fear I’m coming on a little too strong.
It’ll only scare her away if I keep that up.
“You have to get me naked first,” she challenges with a sparkle in her eyes and lifts her chin.
That’s my fucking girl.
“Not a problem.” She stares me in the eyes as she lifts her shirt over her head without hesitation, baring herself to me.
“A fucking vision,” I grit out, staring at her bare skin. A sight I wasn’t able to see the last time we were together like this.
“In your dreams,” she quips, reaching around to her back. Just then, the front of her bra loosens, and she slowly pulls the straps down her bare arms.
My heart pounds against my chest as a fire brews beneath my flesh at the sight of her. Her perky tits bounce free. A perfect handful, eager for me to suck them. I’m practically drooling when she leans back, staring up at me in challenge.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. A true dream come true.
The nights I’ve stayed up, imagining what another time together could be like, don’t compare to this,” I murmur, latching my lips around her nipple and sucking it between my teeth.
Her breath shudders as I roughly take it into my mouth, letting my teeth mark her more.
When she wakes up in the morning, she’ll have so many love bites from me that she won’t be able to hide them all.
It’s fucking perfect. “How about another round of how many orgasms can I squeeze out of my beautiful little ghost?”
“Y-yes,” she moans, throwing her head back in ecstasy. “God.”
Instantly, I stop my sucking and harshly grab her other breast, squeezing and flicking my thumb over her nipple.
“Ah, ah, Little Ghost,” I chastise, earning a glare.
“Remember who is sucking your nipple and about to bring you to the best pleasure of your life.” I raise a brow when the tip of my tongue flicks her hardened nipple several times. “Say it now…” I trail off.