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  My skin was clammy, nipples hard beneath one of his shirts I had stolen from a drawer. Rolling from my side to my back, I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest, tugging the shirt down over them. He’d turned the main light off, leaving the dim one in his bathroom on.

  Naked from the waist up, he leaned against the dresser; both arms lazily crossed over his chest and a heavy stare aimed at me.

  I met it head on and swallowed.

  “Having a good dream?” His deep gravelly voice sent heat straight to the place that definitely needed no more stimulation.

  “I don’t remember,” I lied. No way in hell was I fessing up to what I was in the middle of inside my head. This wasn’t as bad as nightmares, but it was twice more humiliating. My pussy was slick; aching for the cock I’d just had in my mouth in a dream I shouldn’t of been having. It was worse that I’d backed him into the same wall Buddy’s brain was splattered on before dropping to my knees.

  “You don’t remember,” he mused, stroking a finger over his lips. “So if I were to spread those sweet thighs of yours apart right now, what would I find?”

  Hearing the party still going strong, if not stronger, I clamped my legs together and leveled him with my best poker face.

  “You’d find nothing. What are you even doing in here?”

  “What am I doing in my own bedroom?”

  “Why aren’t you out there with them?”

  “Because I want to be with you.” He shifted and stood up straight, grabbing the metal canteen in the process. “You remember what I said to you after I killed Buddy?”

  How could I forget? I was still trying to decipher the meaning of exactly what he meant. Denial had me unable to believe he was referring to me.

  “What do you want Malik?”

  He took a healthy drink of whatever was in the canteen and then slammed it down.

  “I want to wrap my hands around your throat and fuck you until the only thing you know is my name, and there’s a permanent imprint of my dick branded inside your pussy.”

  I bit the inside of my lip and sat up a little higher, placing my back against his headboard.

  “What I want is this stunning fucking brunette with a great ass, a gorgeous smile, and harbors the kind of demons that make me want to get down on my knees and worship her like the goddess she is.”

  He began to slowly creep forward, staring like he was about to devour every morsel of me. His words sounded too good to be true.

  Why would someone like him want the living dead girl that was me? I knew I would only get worse. I was okay with death finding a home inside me and carrying out her demands. Further reasoning why he deserved someone stable and not so much of a deranged mess.

  “Malik…” I warned. “Don’t we need to leave soon?”

  “We have a good few hours,” he replied edging onto the bed.

  I ran my eyes over his sinewy body; keeping my ass glued exactly where it was. He wrapped his hands around my lower calves and pulled until I was flat on my back, sienna eyes still holding mine.

  No protest came forth the shirt lifted from over my knees and he continued on his path, spreading my legs apart and climbing between them.

  Saying no would have been all too easy; the point was I didn’t entirely want to. We’d been doing this dance around one another for weeks now.

  I wanted to be fucked and I wanted him to be the one doing the fucking. I’d worry about the rest after I came all over his cock.

  Poised above me like a serpent waiting to strike, I reached up and placed a hand on his solid chest.

  “You look good in my shirt,” he stated, lowering his mouth down to mine, “And even better in our bed.”

  Our bed?

  Lips pressing against mine, all other thought came to an immediate halt. His tongue swept out seeking access I easily granted. He tasted of something sweet and tang-y, but also potent.

  The hem of his T was tugged, and then we were breaking apart so he could pull it over my head.

  I lifted up to assist him in its removal. His hands moved between my legs, causing my stomach to dip when they found their way to my pussy. He moved down my body, taking his time to kiss every part of me he could.

  I wanted him to shred my underwear apart and do all he’d just described, but my brain hadn’t gone to total mush yet.

  “Maliki,” I breathed when he reached my apex, “Are you drunk?”

  “Drunk me is just sober me with a stronger need to fuck.”

  “Malik...”

  He took hold of my simple bikini underwear and slipped them off with a disturbing quickness, pitching to the side. Placing his hands on my thighs he stared up at me with pure desire on his face.

  “Stop talking and stop fighting this. All I want is your pussy wrapped around my tongue.”

  He lifted my legs and planted my feet on his shoulders, holding them in place as he slowly kissed the inside of my thighs, edging closer and closer to my pussy. Once there he gave it a tender kiss and licked at the lips.

  A soft moan unfurled from my throat, I dropped my head back onto the pillow and peered down at him, watching everything he was doing. Holding his intense stare I slipped a hand down my stomach and used a single finger above my slit, pulling upward to expose my clit.

  A wicked grin flashed at me and then he went at it full-force. He cupped his mouth over the pink bud and slammed his tongue against it, sucking, moving side to side and in quick circles.

  When I lifted my hand to grab a handful of his soft, obsidian hair he replaced it with his, keeping my clit exposed and pressing down on my navel.

  I clamped my legs around his head, beginning to breathe faster. His tongue went down my slit, dipping inside of my pussy and then came back up. Teeth nipped the hardening bud and my body arched, forcing his face deeper.

  Facial hair rubbed against me, heightening the pleasure. The sounds he made sounded as if he were enjoying a five star meal.

  He kept at it, reaching his hands up to grab my tits, kneading them to the point it hurt in the best way. When I came it was with a breathy moan and a pleasure whimper. He lapped at my clit after, gently placing my trembling legs back on the bed.

  When he rose up there was a smug grin on his juice covered face. “Damn, you come so pretty, baby-girl.”

  “Here,” I demanded, my voice foreign to my own ears. I reached for him and he happily settled against me. Chest to chest I liked my come from around his mouth before kissing him—hard.

  My body was thrumming with what felt like small jolts of electricity.

  After coming from his tongue I desperately wanted his thick cock inside me, filling my pussy over and over again.

  He laughed against my mouth when I dropped my hands to his jeans trying to shove them down. Kind enough to assist me, his boots hit the floor and then his pants joined them, followed by his drawers.

  Both completely naked I pushed against his chest until he understood I wanted him on his back. With another laugh he obliged and rolled until I was sitting on top of him, slick pussy resting against solid muscle.

  His beautifully engorged cock sat right there.

  I wrapped my hand around it, feeling its warmth and his pulse. My pussy clenched in anticipation, another gush of arousal coming forth just remembering the feel of it.

  I didn’t think of anything right then but me and him. I wanted this man and I was going to have all the parts of him I could get, especially this one.

  “What are you doing, little dea?” he asked, more than a small bit of amusement in his tone.

  That was only the second time he’d called me that and I still hadn’t figured out what it meant. Feeling bold I gave him my sweetest smile and raised myself up, gripping him tightly now. “Isn’t it obvious?”

  His lips parted to say some more than likely smartass remark. Before he had the chance I fully sat myself on his cock, something between a moan and scream falling from my mouth as I stretched, feeling incredibly full.

  His curse ha
d me grinning and slightly leaning back. Rolling my hips I rode him, fast. Unabashedly vocal about how good he felt.

  This didn’t last long. With a groaned, “Shit.” I was flat on my back and sucking in a sharp breath. He glared down at me, bracing both his muscled arms on either side of my head.

  “You don’t fuck me.” Thrust. “I fuck you.” Thrust. “Hard. Rough.” Thrust. Until your pussy is choking every drop of nut from my dick and your chanting my name like a prayer.” Proving his point he began power-driving into me. “One day I’m going to make you bleed for me, baby-girl. My blade will be in your pussy and my dick will be in your ass.” He slapped the globe harshly.

  He fucked me until a fine sheen of sweat dripped from both of us, lurching down to bite and make me scream whenever the urge struck him.

  When he suddenly grabbed hold of my throat with both hands, he repositioned himself so that my body was slightly lifted off the bed and our pubic bones were touching. He slowed dramatically, rolling his hips with careful concentration.

  The feeling was overwhelming, bringing unshed tears to my eyes. I didn’t know if it was the worst thing I ever felt or the best. His cock felt as if it were going to split me down the middle, but also touched on places inside me that had my pussy contracting repeatedly, juices saturating him so thoroughly it coated his balls.

  “Malik,” I mewled, fisting the sheets.

  “Again,” he demanded, dropping one hand to slap my clit.

  “Malik,” I screamed, writhing beneath him.

  He rolled his hips a little faster, pinching and slapping my clit every few seconds. His grip grew tighter the closer I got to climax.

  “Come for me, dea. Let me feel your pussy squeezing this dick.” He slammed into me hitting my g-spot and rolling my clit with four fingers.

  A pressure burst, sending a spray of clear fluid from inside me. His name fell from my lips on a barrage of moans just like he wanted as I came on a soundless scream, burying my head in the pillow.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he groaned, picking up his pace.

  He continued fucking me, using every spare minute we had, pulling out and releasing his warm come all over my stomach, swirling it into my skin by spelling his name.

  Chapter Ten

  decem

  For all of his intensity and the darkness swirling inside him, he handled me like the bomb I was.

  Outside of our bodies twisting together he was careful with me, rough only when he needed to be. It was all new. I’d never had it before and the feelings it invoked had me silently dwelling on all of it. Of course, Maliki noticed what I was doing.

  “You aren’t going to make this easy for me,” he said quietly, running a soapy hand down my back.

  Blinking, I glanced away from the tiled wall and looked over my shoulder at him. Being that this was once a nursing home the shower was plenty spacious enough.

  “What do you mean?”

  He slipped the rag around to my front, careful where his cock had just left me sore and bruised. I sighed contentedly and leaned back further against him, taking comfort from his warmth more so than the showers.

  “I mean you’re going to compare me to the piece of shit that hurt you even when you don’t mean to. You aren’t going to believe me when I tell you I’d never let you down.”

  “Malik…” With furrowed brows I turned around until my chest was pressed to his and looked up, shoving my messy hair out of my face. “How can you be okay with that?”

  “He was before me, the bad shit. I’m confident one day it won’t matter because I am your forever. The good shit.”

  I could tell he fully believed what he was saying, which in turn made me believe in him. “So you’re serious? Even with all my issues you want…um.”

  “You,” he finished, taking this opportunity to grab a handful of ass. “Did I not make myself clear twice now? You’re already mine. I think you’ve been mine since I saw you through the bushes.”

  “Like a rebound?” I checked, ignoring that last creeper confession.

  “What the fuck? No, you could never be a rebound. Why is it so hard for you to…” he shook his head and expelled a deep breath. “My words won’t mean shit to you, but I can show you in a million ways why you and I are going be legendary together—vicious, chaotic gods.”

  I stared at his chest and strummed my fingers against his bicep. Those words alone made me want to see this through till the very end. My pesky demons were at rapt attention, screaming at me to let them play with his.

  But, was Maliki Erebus worth the risk?

  A question I never seriously considered until this moment. Everything with him was so intense. I was always on my toes and wondering what he’d do next. In a way I liked that.

  He made me feel strong when I was by his side and weak when I was underneath him. His loyalty to his family was unquestionable. It didn’t hurt that he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen and knew exactly how to make me feel at peace.

  He was that lethal cocktail I’d once referred to, something easy to get addicted to. He wouldn’t just break my heart, he’d shatter me into dust and watch as I got swept away into nothing.

  So was he worth it?

  Yes, I think he was.

  “I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I think we both know you weren’t going to let me object.”

  “I knew you were brilliant. Now that we’re on the same page, don’t be afraid to fall in love with me.”

  I rolled my eyes and stepped out of his embrace, washing the rest of the suds from my body. “Don’t push it.”

  He laughed under his breath but I swore I heard him say, “It’s already too late.”

  Once we were both squeaky clean we dressed in silence and he waited while I plaited my hair into a fishtail.

  “So this meat farm,” I began, lacing up my boots, going back to our discussion of Stiles farm from before we got in the shower. “Do you guys know anything about it?”

  “Nope, we’ve never been this far in yet. It being only forty-five minutes away though is telling.”

  He took hold of my hand as we exited the room, and I took it upon myself to thread our fingers together. Just so bitches knew.

  If he could right his full name in come across my stomach, then I could let people know this man was mine now. He didn’t outright react aside from tightening his grip, but I’m positive I saw his lips twitch.

  The party that I had thought was in full swing seemed to be getting rowdier by the hour. By the time sundown came I was glad I’d be nowhere to be found.

  Maliki kept firm hold of my hand, carrying our bags in his other, pulling me closer to him as we made our way down the back hall we had entered the building from. Exiting from the back, the SUV was idling and the last few things we needed were being freshly loaded.

  Maliki handed our bags off to Greer and accepted a small black case from him in return. When his blue eyes fell to our intertwined hands a huge smile spread across his face. “Bout time you two stopped hiding.”

  “The sounds coming from that room assured everyone they were done hiding,” Addy piped up, rounding around the front of the truck. She was freshly showered herself and looking a bit happier than earlier. “You will be spilling so many things to me when we get girl time.”

  “Funny, I was just going to say that to you.”

  “Do I also get to be included in this girl time? I’m an excellent amigo,” Greer joked.

  “Get in the damn truck,” Zane barked, slamming down the back hatch. “Get in front, princess,” he added in a softer tone.

  “Where is Trix?” I questioned, getting into the back with Maliki.

  “Right here, girl.” She came shuffling out of the nursing home wearing the most colorful outfit I had ever seen.

  “What the hell do you have on? Looks like a bunch of color swatches having an orgy.”

  She flipped Greer off and pulled herself into the third row to sit beside him. Before she was even settled Z
ane hit the gas, laughing when she damn near fell off the seat.

  “You keep it up Z and you’re gonna find my foot up yo ass.”

  I sighed and got comfortable my damn self. This forty-five minutes was not going to go fast enough.

  By the time we reached the old meat farm the sun was nearly set, leaving a grayish tint to the sky. The woodland directly on our right made it seem darker than it was.

  There was a giant building on side of the property—the abattoir, and a depleted one level on the other. Not a pig or cow was in sight, naturally. Had this place really had meat we all would have known what it was.

  It took resources to keep livestock thriving and a pig was almost enough to wage war over these days. The Savages were more than blessed when they took over a city more than capable of caring for such beasts.

  “So what’s the plan?” Addy asked, eyeing the wooden sign that read Stile’s Farm.

  “Well we don’t want to walk right up that long ass driveway. There’s no way of knowing what’s at the top,” Greer replied.

  “We could circle around the abattoir and loop up,” I suggested.

  “That’s our best option,” Zane agreed.

  “Trix hop up here, you’re our getaway and lookout. If something comes honk. Leave the engine running but the lights off, there’s fresh diesel in it.” He opened the driver door and we all followed his lead.

  Once we were all out, the five of us headed for the far end of the property line, each keeping a watchful eye for anything and anyone. There was nothing around, just this one stretch of road and old meat farm. Old fencing had fallen down and the fields were so overgrown the weeds reached my hip.

  “It doesn’t feel as hot as it should right now,” I pointed out.

  “That’s like the universal warning for turn the fuck around,” Greer replied.

  He was probably right. The more isolated a place was in the Badlands the more fucked up shit happened.

  We laughed softly and continued on our way nonetheless.