Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“And the Pale Prophet, where does that come from?” She changes her line of questioning, noticing my lack of interest in it.
The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. We start walking to the rooms. Henry’s is across the hall from Melina’s.
“An unnatural ability to have a gun pointed at my head, yet the bullets still missed. So many have proclaimed divine intervention and God having a plan for me, but the truth is, I’m lucky as hell.” Every time I hear her say one of the monikers bestowed on me, I can’t help but smile. Some are so seemingly innocent and sweet, you’d think I was a good man.
But each name is a scar on my psyche. A curse and a burden I carry for all the years of suffering I’ve inflicted.
“You know, you are pretty lucky.” Melina’s giggle lifts my spirit. “You found me, didn’t you?”
“If anything, you happening across my path is the closest I’ve ever come to divine intervention,” I retort.
With a quick glance up and down the hall, I grab Melina’s ass and pull her into me for a quick embrace. I needed to feel her body. Her lips against mine. And the soft, cooing moan as we part.
“I’ll see you soon,” I whisper before breaking away and getting to the boring side of business with Henry.
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.