Twenty-Nine

Silver

It had been a grueling morning so far, and after enduring Montana's snide remarks, I was desperate for a moment of peace. No sooner had I stepped out of Mercy's office, Malice firmly grasped my hand and forcefully pulled me down the hall, making a beeline for the kitchen.

I didn't know what else he needed, and his silence made it difficult to gauge his requirements.

I was at a loss, unable to conjure up any other thoughts or ideas.

When I entered the commonly used space, I felt a heavy sigh escape my lips as I scanned the room, only to realize it was devoid of any presence. "Malice, I need to get back to the bar."

The only sound that reached my ears was a deep, guttural growl before he came up behind me. He was standing so close that I could feel his breath on my skin. His body radiated intense heat, which permeated into my skin, and as he leaned in closer, his warm breath danced along the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I felt a wave of goose bumps ripple across my body as his hand cautiously tightened around my waist, and he softly planted a kiss on the side of my neck. With bated breath, I steeled myself for the imminent occurrence, unable to make a single movement. His strong arm pressed against me, providing the support I needed to keep my knees from giving way.

His presence alone had the power to ignite a blazing fire deep within my soul.

He growled again.

With a moan escaping my lips, he spun my body around and effortlessly turned me to face him.

A shiver seeped down my spine.

He held me tightly. My heart threatened to burst from my chest as our eyes locked in a moment of intense connection. He had told me plainly, without any hesitation or ambiguity, he couldn't have sex facing a woman without his past coming forward.

I was left bewildered as to why he decided to turn me, and my fear silenced any desire to inquire. His hand moved softly down my face, and I came to the realization that his change of heart was inconsequential in that moment. It was his touch that consumed my thoughts and the only thing that mattered was that I was facing him while he did so.

With careful precision, his hand glided down my shoulder, instantly loosening the knots of tension in my body. I could feel the warmth of his touch when his fingers caressed the line of my collarbone. A finger grazed the neckline of my top and it slid underneath the strap of my bra, sensually dragging it down my arm, revealing my exposed shoulder.

Slowly, his lips made their way down my neck, and I couldn't help but let out a moan. I tilted my head, baring my vulnerable skin to him, silently inviting him to explore further. As his other hand moved up, I could feel his fingers tangling in my hair, creating a tingling sensation. His nails grazed my scalp softly, anchoring my head in place while his fingers threaded in my hair.

Every fiber of my being buzzed with anticipation, a deep yearning that only he had the power to satisfy.

A warmth gathered between my legs.

I leaned in closer to him, my body unconsciously moving towards his, yearning to press against the rising heat in his groin.

He growled then turned me fast until I faced the counter.

My breath caught when I felt his hand on the flat of my back, encouraging me to bend at the waist.

The sensation of his hand against my shoulder blade was electrifying as he caressed his fingers down my spine, finally resting at my waist. I could feel his right hand gently pressing against the base of my back, keeping me grounded, while his other hand retraced its path upwards.

Leaning in, he exerted pressure, causing me to be firmly wedged between his weight and the unyielding, chilly countertop. With a tender touch, he pushed my hair away and pressed his lips against my neck, lingering near my ear.

"Mine," he growled, sending a shiver down my spine.

With his free hand, he firmly grasped my wrists and held them tightly, rendering me defenseless. When he let go of my hair, his fingers trailed down my back, their gentle pressure leaving an electrifying sensation in their wake. As he reached the waist of my leather skirt, his fingers slipped under the hem, finding their way to the delicate thread of my G-string, which he swiftly tore off me.

Inhaling sharply, I could feel my breaths becoming increasingly labored, coming in waves as someone kicked the kitchen door open.

I stood frozen when Malice emitted a menacing growl, positioning his body in a protective stance over mine. Whoever it was, hastily retreated. Their footsteps echoing while they hurried away.

Alone once more, he forcefully spread my legs, which were straining against the tightness of my unforgiving leather skirt, while his fingers traced a path up my inner thigh, discovering my anticipation and desire. As he leaned in closer, his touch ignited a fiery sensation within me, his fingers expertly exploring the most sensitive parts of my body. He spread my lips apart while his fingers ventured between my buttocks.

A sharp, stinging sensation spread through my body as his hand struck my rear, the sound reverberating throughout the room. The force of his slap sent a shockwave through my body, leaving me breathless and feeling a searing burn. My face and breasts slid over the cold counter.

He held me tight by my wrists, my feet barely grazing the floor, and the familiar sound of his belt buckle and zipper echoed in the room.

Gasping, I whispered, "Malice. Anyone could walk in."

I heard a deep, husky growl escape his lips when the head of his erection brushed against my slick, aroused entrance. Holding me firmly and gripping my hair, he aligned his cock and penetrated me deeply, my pussy stretching to accommodate his substantial size, while his balls made contact with my aroused clit.

He stilled and growled, "Mine."

From the moment he'd claimed me, every sexual encounter with Malice became an exhilarating adventure, pushing boundaries and igniting desires. There was no other way to explain it. It was like stepping into another dimension. The man possessed a knack for seduction, effortlessly transitioning from rough to playful, manipulating situations to his advantage. He was also unwavering in his desires, leaving me breathless and yearning for more with each encounter.

While he took what he needed, my heart raced and I held on for dear life, savoring every moment of the wild ride.

Being around Malice meant being prepared for anything. He subtly shifted my position, my left leg instinctively lifted, and I ended up leaning against the counter with my knee pressed against it. The pain that came after was so intense that it made me scream out when he hit that oh-so special place. My body spasmed uncontrollably. Malice growled deeply, thrusting into me with relentless force.

Leaning over me, he tightened his grip on my hair, forcefully pulling my head back. He ravished my neck with his lips and teeth, never once slowing down his intense rhythm. In the surrounding space, the rhythmic slapping of our bodies created a drum-like echo, enhancing the symphony of our intimate encounter. With each passing moment, his thrusts grew more frenzied, indicating his loss of control. His hips moved forcefully, crashing my body against the kitchen counter, leaving a firm pressure on my stomach.

A surge of pleasure ran through me when his hand skillfully located my clit, causing his cock to stiffen.

He neared climax and his forceful thrusts were accompanied by the sensation of my hair being tugged, heightening the intensity of the moment. Overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain, I let out another scream. His hard cock pushed inside me; I could feel my pussy contract and squeeze, while his mounting arousal radiated from behind. With one final, forceful motion, he pushed himself inside me, releasing wave after wave of his essence into the depths of my being.

Gasping, he released my hair and cradled his arms around me protectively.

His breath was hot on my neck as we both tried to catch our breath.

"Thank you for explaining what I couldn't."

"No problem," I breathed heavily when we both heard.

"Uh, you don't want to go in there, Montana."

"Why the fuck not?"

"Just trust me. You don't."

"Get the fuck out of my way, Torment."

"Can't do that."

"If you don't move, I'll move you myself."

Before I could straighten and fix my clothes, the kitchen door slammed open.

Montana stood there like a fish out of water while Malice leisurely tucked his now flaccid cock back into his pants, grinning as he stared at the shocked and dumbstruck man.

"I told you not to go in there." Torment smirked, shaking his head as I watched Montana's face turn a bright shade of crimson.

For the first time since I met the man, Montana didn't utter a damn word. He was rendered speechless.

Would wonders never cease?

"I would have been fine at the clubhouse," Amelia protested as she looked around the small two-bedroom apartment at Davenport Tower.

"You don't want to stay there, Amelia," Snoopy said, following her around. "That place isn't for a woman like you."

Amelia looked over her shoulder and frowned. "And what kind of woman am I, Snoopy?"

I smirked while Snoopy blushed. "A classy one."

Leaning against the wall next to Malice, I whispered, "Why didn't Montana give me a place like this? It's smaller and easier."

"Told him to give you my place."

"Wait a minute. The penthouse Montana gave me is technically yours?"

Malice nodded, taking a bite out of an apple he'd brought with him.

The man sure did love his fucking apples.

"Didn't want it. Got a room at the clubhouse, anyway."

"And now?"

Malice looked down at me and smiled. "Now, I got two rooms. One at the clubhouse and another with you."

"You know, for a man who doesn't like having too many things, you sure are accumulating a lot of property lately."

Amelia walked over and said, "Tell Montana and Mercy thank you."

"If you need anything, just let me know," I offered. Malice reached for his wallet and extracted several bills before handing them to his mother.

The woman looked at it and shook her head. "Thank you, Gideon, but I don't need your money."

Malice frowned but nodded.

"Don't worry, Malice." Snoopy smiled, stepping up beside Amelia. "I'll make sure she's taken care of."

Shrugging, Malice said nothing as he turned and walked out of the small apartment.

"He really doesn't say much, does he?" Amelia asked, watching her son walk toward the elevator.

"No, not really," I admitted, before running to catch up with him.