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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.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Malachi

“Ye—” Jade moans, cutting her own sentence before it even begins.

My weight is braced over Jade, our breathing heavy and uneven in the quiet room. Her legs are locked tight around my waist, her fingernails dug deep into the muscles of my back as her body takes one last, shuddering wave of release.

“You take me so well,” I say as I drive into her through the final seconds of it, the friction burning, before I let go, burying my release deep inside her with a low, rough growl.

I drop my weight down, burying my face in the curve of her neck, smelling the sweat, the expensive perfume, and the faint metallic tang of skin. She lets out a long, slow breath, her fingers relaxing against my spine as her arms slide up to wrap around my shoulders.

We roll to the side together, tangling in the thick duvet. I pull her flush against my chest, my arm banded tight around her waist so there is zero space between us.