The Deity of Death (Virgins and Villains #3)

Chapter 8

8

MELINA

A ny thoughts, earnest or not, that Malik wanted to spend more time with me to gather information disappeared when the monster in him saved me from the creep. The way he wrapped a hand around my neck and pulled me into a breathtaking kiss to settle my nerves only enhanced my beliefs.

“Oh, my hero, how will I ever repay you for saving me?” I giggle as the silly words leave my lips. Any feelings of being unsettled or uncomfortable wash away with his second kiss, and gleeful excitement cuts straight to the surface.

I know where this is heading, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited. It’s the real reason I wanted him to find me after all—to finish what he started under that table.

“I can think of a few ways,” Malik’s eyes narrow as a naughty smile stretches across his lips. “You can take off your panties to start.”

My heart starts pounding like a drum in my chest, and my cheeks instantly start to burn red hot. But if it’s panties he wants, it’s panties he’ll get.

“Coming right up … or right off.” I give him a wink and spin around on my heels. Why not give him a show while I deliver?

I lift my dress higher up my thighs, hooking it firmly around my waist. Turning to face him over my shoulder, I see his attention locked on the thin white fabric he’s already become very familiar with.

Hooking my thumbs into the waistband, I start lowering them. But as I do, I bend forward to give him a great view of my ass. And the slack-jawed expression on his face is all I need. My panties fall to the floor, and while still bent, I collect them, squeezing my ass out as far as it can go.

He can see everything now, and his unblinking stare says he’s loving every second of it.

“Here you go,” I say as sultry as I can muster. The damp white material is draped over my palm while my free hand returns my dress to its original state.

Malik grabs it from my hands and, without thinking, presses it to his face. He inhales deeply, breathing in my scent. It inspires an animalistic roar that propels him forward and into another heated kiss.

He lifts my dress back over my ass while he guides me to the chair. Our mouths never break free from one another, but I allow my hands to start their exploration of Malik. From his broad shoulders, trailing his muscular arms, and sinking down his abdomen. Malik’s a pure block of rock-hard muscle, and the feeling of it against my fingers makes my pussy tingle.

As he sits me down, I finally grab the slab of meat between his legs. It’s tented so tight against his pants, I struggle to get a grip on it. But as I shift the material around and wrap my palm around him, my fingers can’t touch the other side.

Oh, fuck, he’s going to tear me in half. It’s both terrifying and exciting.

Malik drops to his knees. Even down there, he’s nearly as tall as me on the chair.

His hands never stop their exploration of my body. I can feel the heat from his burning fingertips through my dress as they caress my sides before finding their place, cupping my breasts.

He breaks our kiss with a soft groan. “I’m going to fucking destroy you,” he mutters, but it seems more to himself than me.

His pause doesn’t last long before his mouth finds flesh again. It starts at my neck, trails down my shoulders, and finishes its journey when he buries his face between my cleavage.

“Do it then,” I sputter. Any attempts at flirting or trying to carry any power in this situation have disappeared. Malik’s turning my brain to mush, twisting my wants and desires to one thing alone.

His tongue, his mouth, his hands, his cock.

Him in totality.

He snatches at the bow, holding my breasts in place, and with a hard tug, he pulls them free. His eyes lock and linger on my bosom, and his breathing turns from shallow eagerness to low grumbles of despair.

It’s a good thing I didn’t wear a bra tonight.

His tongue meets the pointy nub of my nipple before he takes it between his lips. The pressure and flicking make me erupt into an uncontrollable spasm. Squealing moans break from my lips. All the while, Malik’s golden eyes drink in every facial expression I make.

He starts sinking lower again. This time, as he moves his lips down my body, a hand hooks under my knee, and he swings it over his shoulder. His free hand remains teasing and playing with my tits as he goes.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about this since the meeting,” Malik says between kisses against my belly.

“What’s that?” I manage to get out between shaky breaths.

“Your squirming body.” He collects my panties from his pants pocket. I didn’t even notice him putting it there. “Your squealing moans.” His tongue connects the bare skin above my pussy while his hand tickles its way up my body. “Your soaked cunt.” With the last statement, he smashes his mouth over my clit.

As my own opens to scream out in delight, Malik shoves the white satin panties into my mouth to mute my sounds.

It might be because he’s worried about the sound traveling through the hotel, but my guess is it’s one of his dirty fantasies. And right now, he could do anything he damn well pleases as long as he doesn’t stop the magic between my legs.

The tip of his tongue darts across my clit while his lips engulf it. Like with my nipple, he simultaneously creates pressure while hammering down on my sensitive nub. My body jerks and snaps, and a muted cacophony explodes through my gagged mouth.

The hand around my breast tugs at my nipple with the V of his index and middle finger while the other moves down my body and nestles between my soaking wet thighs.

From never experiencing an intimate touch to whatever the hell is happening tonight, I’m lost in some kind of lust-fueled dream. If this is a dream, though, I never want to wake up.

“You taste so fucking good,” Malik says before the long, flat pad of his tongue runs the length of my entire slit.

I try to speak, but the panties in my mouth only allow muffled moans.

As I cast my eyes down to Malik, the wicked smile on his face reaffirms my belief it was for him and not the noise.

He sinks back down and continues his work, tongue licking and prodding at every inch of my pussy. He presses his thumb over my engorged nub and starts rotating it in slow circles as his tongue bashes through my swollen lips and inside of me.

A thunderous bolt of electricity courses through my very being. It tightens every muscle in my body and sends my eyes to the back of my head.

“Look at me,” Malik demands between his vicious tongue fucking, and I have to fight against my body to obey his order. “I decided it the second I saw you.”

While he speaks, Malik lets his hand take over from his tongue. A single finger to start, but after a few short thrusts, another finds its way inside. I shoot forward at the sudden, overwhelming pressure filling my core, and my eyes drop down to them.

Malik goes in for another taste, and somehow the sight of him eating my pussy while his fingers slip in and out of it makes this even better.

“I’m going to make your virgin pussy orgasm,” he emits a low growling whisper. “But know this, Melina. You’re mine now. I’m going to be the one to break you, and when I do, you’re mine.”

I nod my head and mumble my acceptance through the material in my mouth. The intense, overwhelming sensations of everything Malik’s doing make my vision go blurry. His words strike a note in my heart that sends another wave of heat to my cheeks.

When he breaks me? He already has. Even without fucking me, I’ve lost all interest in anyone and anything else. But hearing those words, hearing him claim me, sends me over the edge.

His mouth returns to my clit with the same fierce motion as before. But his fingers smashing in and out of me make an entirely new form of pleasure spike through my body. Every lick and thrust makes my muscles tighten as a warmth starts swelling in the pit right beneath my belly.

His masterful touch coaxes me closer to the brink of explosion, and while he works, Malik’s eyes never break from mine. Though I can hardly control anything, I do my best to keep eye contact with him. It’s what he asked for, right? To see my face glazed with pleasure as I?—

Oh fuck. I can’t even get the thought out before my legs start rattling.

“Come for me,” Malik demands.

Those words force the coiled knot in my core to tighten like a spring, that final lick and a deep thrust of his fingers releasing a wave of pure ecstasy. I start rattling in my chair, clutching at fistfuls of his hair as I climax. My pussy gushes like a fountain, and Malik’s there to lap up every drop my pussy provides like a dehydrated man who’s traveled the desert without a drop of water.

When it’s over, I crumble into a mass of motionless limbs on the bar chair. Spent, panting, and desperate for more.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Malik asks, removing the panties from my mouth.

I nod. “But I’m going to enjoy what comes next even more.”

Malik grins but offers me a hand to help me out of the chair. I take it, but instead of bending me over the bar like I expect him to, Malik starts fixing my outfit.

“What are you doing?” I fight his attempts to dress me, slapping at his hands and keeping my dress over my hips. “You can’t stop now.”

“It’s harder than you might think,” Malik groans but ignores my attempts to stop him and lowers my dress. “But I’m going to.”

And after another long gawking at my breasts, he adjusts the straps until they’re wrapped around my bosom again.

“But I want it?” I groan with a pout. “Why aren’t you giving it to me?”

“Because I won’t take your innocence in a dirty bar.” He shoves my panties into his pocket. “Now, come. It’s time for bed.”

There’s something awfully sweet about the way he said that. And while I appreciate the sentiment, Malik’s chivalry won’t help the aching in my loins. He walks me through an empty hotel up to my room with our hands locked together.

“I’ll see you soon, Melina,” he says as we get to the door.

“You’re not coming in?” My last feeble attempt to keep the night going.

“I fear I won’t be able to control myself if I do,” he admits. “But don’t worry. All in due time. You will be mine.”

I cup his cheek and give him a tender kiss. “That’s where you’re mistaken. I’m already yours.”

I step through the door and close it behind me, leaving him alone with that thought.