The Deity of Death (Virgins and Villains #3)

Chapter 10

10

MELINA

I ’m standing at my door, peering through the peephole at my dad’s room. My heart’s rattling in my chest, and the longer Malik takes to leave, the more anxious I’m starting to feel. Not for his safety. As cruel as he can be in a meeting, Dad’s a big softy to people he’s taken a liking to.

No, my nerves stem from what I’m about to do.

Dad’s door opens, and both men step out of it with smiles on their faces. Malik seems particularly pleased with whatever they discussed. Their muffled words barely penetrate through the door, but with final handshakes, it’s my time to strike.

Hoo boy, here goes nothing.

As soon as Dad’s door shuts, I open mine. Malik hasn’t managed to take two steps back to the elevator as I do.

His head turns in my direction, and his eyes nearly melt out of his skull. He stands locked in place for a moment, gawking at my body. I can’t blame him since the only thing I’m wearing is a little green bow I bought from the general goods shop downstairs. I stuck it right above my pussy.

It’s his, after all. Why not give it to him in some silly, ceremonious fashion?

On the off-chance anyone can hear us, I raise a finger in Malik’s direction and beckon him toward me. He storms forward, and our bodies collide. He kicks the door shut with his heel while his boa-constrictor arms wrap around my body.

“I was hoping you’d do something like this,” he whispers before his mouth smashes into mine.

My arms drift around his waist, and my hands cup his ass. We stumble back, locked in each other’s arms, nearly tripping with every step. I consume his mouth, letting him guide me blindly through the hotel room until my knees finally buckle against the plush blanket of my bed.

I collapse onto it, trying to drag Malik down with me, but his hulking stature remains unmoving.

“I can’t wait another minute, Malik. Thinking about that night, as wonderful as it was, has been torture. I want you. I need you. Take me, make me a woman, make me yours,” the flurry of words spews out.

I planned witty quips and charming taunts, but Malik’s reaction to my surprise knocked them clean out of my head. They would've all led to the same place, but my yearning desperation has taken control to expedite the process.

Malik sinks to one bent knee and grabs my feet by the ankles. He pulls me closer to him, kissing my shin and letting his lips trail up my smooth-shaven skin.

“You know exactly what to say to drive me crazy, don’t you?” His hoarse voice is followed by primal grunts as he continues kissing up my leg. But Malik doesn’t allow me an opportunity to respond.

As a kiss falls on my knee, Malik uses his leverage on my ankles to part my legs and leave them sprawled out at his sides. My heart starts fluttering, and wispy breaths barely carry enough oxygen to my brain.

He discards his jacket and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He barely gets halfway before a deep roar tears from his chest, and he rips the last row of buttons clean off his shirt. He discards it atop his jacket.

“I like seeing you like this.” My voice is timid. I’m not scared, but this whole situation is so hot, so tense.

I’m about to lose my virginity to a monster, and it’s making me feel weak in the knees.

He grabs at the bow against my pubis and tosses it aside. He doesn’t want anything in the way of his inspection of my body. I can practically feel those golden eyes burning straight through my skin. Each glance, from my lips to my tits, makes his hefty frame shiver in gleeful delight.

And without warning, he drops his head between my thighs. His tongue strikes my pussy, but he doesn’t linger long. It glides over my clit, and Malik pulls himself onto the bed past my belly button. Malik crawls on top of me, between my breasts, as his hard bulge presses down against my pussy.

Oh fuck, it feels so good. Even through his pants, his head pokes and prods at my entrance. Like a homing missile locked on its target, Malik’s cock doesn’t need any guidance to reach its destination.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Malik’s hot breath tickles my earlobe as he whispers his concerns.

“More than anything in the world,” I admit.

He might have been doing his gentlemanly duty, but I’d have let him take me in that club, break me over the bar, and make me his with more than just words.

Malik groans his acceptance huskily and twists his hips to rub his cock against my wetness. Every sensation he enacts makes my core pulse with need. So much so that my arms move without my mind’s consent, sliding down the tiny gap between our bodies and working against his belt’s buckle.

It breaks free without much coaxing.

Another gentle thrust of his groin sends another sharp spike of satisfaction ripping through my body. My back arches, and my lower half presses against his throbbing meat.

Malik shoves a fist into the bed and uses it to hold his body up. The extra room to work with gives my hands easier access to his pants button. I unhook it, lower the zip, and Malik does the rest.

He uses his free hand to shuffle both his trousers and underpants down. And I get my first glimpse of his massive cock. It’s even more delicious than I could have imagined. So veiny, so swollen and thick with pleasure. The second his hand returns to the bed, I feel it brush against my lips. As he drops for another kiss, the head glides up my folds and applies pressure to my clit.

I lose myself to his kiss. To the feeling of the huge thing against my body. Just to all of it.

“I’ll take it slow.” Malik breaks our kiss to speak. He stares deep into my eyes as he cups my cheek. “You have full power. If it becomes too much, you tell me to stop.”

I nod. I can’t do anything else even if I wanted to.

He lifts himself onto his knees, grabbing the base of his staff with one hand while the other latch onto my breast. He guides the head toward my entrance, but his breathing becomes rapid and unsteady with every inch closer.

“Is it going to hurt?” The question comes out stammered.

Of course, it is. Every girl’s first time hurts, at least, that’s what I’ve been told. And with the heat Malik’s packing, it probably still would even if I was better versed in these sexual endeavors.

“It is, but the pain won’t last long. You’ll be riding the wave of ecstasy before you know it.”

The tip of his cock finds its destination, and Malik nearly collapses at the feeling. A low moan barrels out of his chest, and his grip on my breast tightens.

“You’re so fucking wet.” His attempts at being delicate crack with a raspy hiss.

“It’s your fault,” I tease.

With a gentle sway of his hips, it happens. His head breaches my barrier, and an instant arrow of pain bolts through my body. I can’t stop myself from crying out as my hands shoot forward and collide with Malik’s chest.

But he moves slowly, trying his best to ease me through the suffering and to the promised land. My hips buckle and jerk as he drives himself deeper. My nails dig into his flesh, clawing their way down, but he doesn’t make a sound.

“Are you okay, Melina? Is it too painful? Should I stop?” Malik whispers. Concern floods his beautiful eyes. No doubt a reaction to my own welling with tears.

“Don’t you dare,” I mewl.

Malik gets a firm grip on my hip with his free hand, holding me in place. “The worst part is almost behind us, but this is going to fucking suck.”

He pulls me towards him while he drives himself forward. An intense sensation of pressure mounts inside of me, alongside the feeling of being ripped in two. A choked scream claws its way out of my throat, but it’s quickly replaced by short, sharp breaths.

“Fuck,” he roars.

I parrot him, repeating it over and over, staring down at the vanishing act of his cock disappearing inside me.

Malik starts moving again. Slow thrusts to start, sliding his length out, then in. Five long strokes are all it takes for my body to adjust. Five more, and the pain dissipates to bliss.

But I can tell Malik’s holding back. Every muscle across his upper body is flexing. He’s squeezing into my waist, holding back from losing control. But as I get used to everything he has to offer, I don’t want him to. There’s an itch in my core, and only he can scratch it.

After one final slow thrust, I take Malik’s cheek in my hand. I stare him straight in the eyes as a giddy smile darts across my face.

“Do it, Malik. I’m ready.” Am I ready for him to go crazy? Who knows?

As expected, my announcement changes Malik’s labored expression to something fierce. His golden eyes burn with excitement, and his tense grip loosens. His second hand gives my breast one last squeeze before it joins the other around my waist.

With his new leverage, Malik pulls me into his thrusts.

My anguished groans turn into haphazard moans and whimpers. Every sound I make seems to drive Malik closer to the edge. His rapid, intense motion turns my mind to mush.

A soothing heat starts to ebb through my body, and I feel the all-too-familiar spring start coiling in my core.

Malik drops on top of me, wrapping one hand around my neck and pulling me into a kiss. His hips never stop bucking while he takes this new position. He moans into my mouth, and I squeal into his as my orgasm peaks. As it comes, I feel my walls tighten around the soaked spear plunging into my depths.

He must feel it, too, because it doesn’t take long for him to break our kiss and roar. “Ah, fuck, I’m gonna explode.”

Our bodies writhe and tremble in unison as he releases his seed. Hot ropes splash against my inner walls as his body falls limp.

My limbs turn to jelly, and I can’t move even if I want to. Panting for air, exhausted, and spent.

Malik still somehow manages to get up. He takes my face in both his hands and kisses me deeply. Passionately.

“You’re mine, Melina,” he says, with a severity I haven’t seen from him yet, “and I’m never letting you go.”