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“Good.”He gives a sharp nod as he rests on the back of an oversized chair, crossing his arms, waiting for me to comply.
I hate being told what to do.Abhor it.
But for Malice, I do it.
Nude before him, he doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything, and I feel self-conscious, wondering if he likes what he sees.I’m no model.I don’t have many curves.In fact, the more he stares at me, the more critical I become of my body.
My hip bones protrude against my pale skin; my thighs don’t touch.My stomach caves in when I breathe, and my breasts are barely a handful.My ribs are visible, and I’m short, barely standing 5’4.
Fisting my hands at my sides, I’m practiced in not squirming under scrutiny, but this is the first time I’ve ever felt like it mattered.Biting my lip so my chin doesn’t tremble from the tears forming in my eyes, I force myself to remain indifferent.If Malice regrets bringing me here, it’s fine.It won’t break my heart.It won’t shatter my soul.I’ll survive; I always do.
“Go lay on the bed,” he finally says, his voice flat so I can’t tell what he’s thinking.“Now, Odette.”
Jumping at the tone of his voice, I rush over to the bed and sit on the edge, waiting for what’s next.I feel like a dwarf as I hear him coming over to me.His shoes appear black and scuffed in my line of sight at my feet.
I jump when his hand cups my jaw, lifting my head.“Eyes on me, Odette, always on me.”Using his thumb, he wipes away the tear that escapes, licking the dew from his finger.
Reaching behind him, Malice grips the back of his black shirt and drags it over his head, tossing it to the side, and my lungs freeze.
“Malice.”Standing up, my hands move of their own accord, tracing the outline of my name across his chest.“Why?”
Hands on my hips, his erection digs into my belly, and his breathing grows ragged.“When you turned sixteen, I noticed you—the way you bite your lip when you’re holding back your emotions, the way your hands clench at your sides when you’re angry.Your eyes lower because you don’t want anyone to see your tears.”
My fingers move to another spot with my name, smaller but no less impactful.“But why, Malice?Why now?”
His mouth raises on one side, the move making him look boyish.“On the bed, Odette.”I don’t hesitate this time.“Heels together, knees apart.”
Laying my head back on the pillows, I inhale deeply, my thighs trembling, before I do as he asks.I’ve never been bare in front of anyone before, not since I was a small child.It’s unnerving and exhilarating.
The sound of his belt unbuckling, his pants hitting the floor before the bed dips, has my breath stuttering.His warm hands on my ankles make me jump, and he chuckles, the sound rusty, even to my own ears.
Closing my eyes and fisting the comforter beneath me, I strain for more of his touch, more of his breath on my skin.“Malice?”Breathing becomes difficult when his hands move up my legs.They pass my calves, tickling behind my knees, then skim along the inside of my thighs.
“You’re like a perfect little flower.You blossom for me.”His eyes bore into my sex, not letting me escape his perusal.“Your eyes, Odette, give them to me.”
There’s no warning.No introduction.Malice flattens his tongue against my pussy, and I cry out, my back arching as he laves me up and down.I am given no break as he continues to lick and kiss along my flesh.
It’s new, foreign, enjoyable.
God, so good.
“Malice!”I scream his name when he sucks the little pearl, usually hidden in its hood, into his mouth.Rolling it between his teeth, flicking with his tongue.
Our eyes clash, and I can see he’s barely containing his own lust, but he’s giving me this first, screaming silently at me to trust him and let go.So, I do.
My body explodes and floods with pleasure, my back bending until it feels like it might break.Stars burst behind my eyes, and as he continues to lap at me like I’m his favorite candy, I begin to cry.Deep, born-from-the-depths-of-my-soul cries.Ample tears slip from the sides of my eyes, and my body shakes with the force of emotion rushing through me.
Through it all, Malice devours my pussy until another orgasm, less intense but no less pleasurable, floats through me before he climbs up my body and holds me in his arms.
“Ssshhh, rabbit, I’ve got you.”
* * *
I was able to walk into the house without anyone seeing me in Malice’s oversized sweater and my Mary Jane’s before I slipped up to my room to change.I know my father likes Malice, has treated him as his own son at times—same with Holy—but I don’t anticipate he’ll be okay with Malice claiming me as his own.
But Malice has done it.
He held me through my burst of emotions, made me feel safe, not only physically but emotionally.That’s something I haven’t had since my mother died.As much as I love my sisters, I think we’ve all bundled up our grief in our own ways.
