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I get up off the couch and take a step toward him, but Malice shakes his head, his storm cloud eyes glittering.
“No,” he says in a low voice. “Crawl to me.”
My stomach clenches, and my heart skips a beat as my whole body reacts viscerally to his words. I hesitate in place, not sure how to respond. I’m embarrassed by the command, and I should probably be angry about it. I’m not a dog for him to order to come to him on all fours.
But at the same time, I can’t deny I’m turned on by it too. My pussy clenches, wetness seeping into my already damp panties as my clit throbs hard, and a burst of heat shoots through my limbs.
I don’t understand why the filthier these men are, the more I like it.
Malice just waits, showing more patience than I expected from him. The air crackles with the same kind of energy that I felt once when I walked too close to a downed electrical line, and I get the feeling that if I tell him no, he won’t make me. But I also think that if I say no, this will stop. It will be the end of this strangely charged moment that’s formed between all of us.
And I don’t want that.
So I slowly follow his command, dropping down onto my hands and knees and crawling over to where he sits. My pants are still undone and hanging open, and I can feel the way the fabric shifts over my sensitive skin with every movement, my small breasts swaying slightly as I move my arms.
When I reach him, Malice leans down and grabs a handful of my hair at the roots, tangling his fingers into it. It’s just tight enough to sting a little as he tilts my head up, making me look at him. His gray eyes burn as he searches my face, and then he smiles—an expression that’s both comforting and terrifying on his harsh, feral features.
“That dream of yours was pretty tame, all things considered,” he murmurs. “It was nothing compared to what it would be like if we shared you in real life.”
I swallow hard, my fingers digging into the cool floor. “I know. I just… didn’t know what it would really be like.”
Malice tugs harder on my hair, drawing me in even closer.
“Do you want to,Solnyshka?” His voice is a deep burn. “Do you wanna know what it would really be like?”
Just that firm grip on my hair and the way he’s using it to control the movement of my head has me buzzing with arousal. He’s so powerful, so casually dominant, and everything about it is cranking up the desire inside me higher and higher. My pussy throbs in time with the beat of my heart, and between that and the ache on my chest from the tattoo, I’ve never been more acutely aware of my body.
He’s watching me carefully, his gray eyes studying every tiny movement of my face. So even though my nod is just a tiny jerk of my head, I know he sees it.
Malice’s eyes glitter with something dark and enticing. “Good girl.”
He lets go of my hair, and I fall back a little, sitting back on my heels as I look up at him. He undoes his pants, shoving them down enough to get them out of the way as he utters a single command.
“Then you can start by sucking my dick.”
40
WILLOW
I stare up at Malice,shocked and turned on.
He looks down at me with that harsh, dominant look on his face that I’m becoming accustomed to. One eyebrow lifts slightly, like he’s challenging me to back out now. To say no.
I swallow hard again, my head spinning. The old Willow would say no. She would shake her head and run from the room. But then again, the old Willow wouldn’t be in this position in the first place. She wouldn’t have crawled to him, and she definitely wouldn’t be so wet it’s starting to soak through her panties.
It’s safe to say the old Willow has no place here at all.
So I don’t say no. I don’t back down.
Kneeling on the floor in front of Malice, I fumble with the opening of his pants, tugging it open even wider and pushing his boxers down as I take his dick out.
Oh. Oh my god.
I got a glimpse of it before, when he was fucking that woman, but that was nothing like having it in my hand. I can barely get all my fingers around it, and it’s hard and thick, pulsing against my palm.
My stomach flutters at the way that feels and looks, and I can’t stop staring at it. It’s flushed a darker color than the rest of his skin, and the dark ink of his tattoos work their way around his shaft. My eyes widen slightly as I get a good look at them for the first time and realize I was right about what I thought I saw the night I walked in on him. I almost thought I must have imagined it.
I glance up at Malice, who hasn’t stopped watching me this entire time. His face is all harsh angles, his eyes burning with an intense heat. The usual dark gray color of them has turned almost black, and I swallow before opening my mouth and easing it over the head of his cock. The taste of his skin hits my tongue, clean and warm. It fills my mouth, settling on my taste buds, and I lick the underside of his shaft experimentally.
