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)
Every muscle in my body is tense, and it all stems from the knot in my core. It’s his slow, methodical torture that’s the worst part. But something tells me it’s why he can’t stop grinning.
“Sounds fair to me.” Omar shrugs and reaches for the cutlery beside his plate.
That’s when it happens. Malik’s finger sinks into my hole. My wetness provides ample lubrication for it to go deeper and deeper without resistance. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I throw it up to the ceiling so no one can see my face.
“And you, Mr. Remington?” Malik’s words are calm for someone knuckle deep inside me. He moves slowly to start, but every new prod is faster than the last until he’s practically slamming his fingers into me.
My whole body tightens into one big knot. A far better reaction than spasming and sputtering in my chair, I suppose. It doesn’t take long for the overwhelming sensations to reach their peak, and before I have a chance to react, the bundle of nerves in my belly releases with an intense explosion.
A deep, primal rumble emits from Malik’s chest at my satisfaction to his service as I fall limp in my chair. Turning my attention back down to the table, no one seems to pay me any attention. There’s no way I can reason why they haven’t noticed, but I’m glad everyone’s focused on Dad and his response.
“You’ve proven yourself mighty useful, Malik, so I’ll accept that offer,” Dad says after a long moment of contemplation.
“Fantastic.” Malik slides his finger out of me and shoves it into his mouth. He sucks it clean of my liquids and licks his lips at the taste.
But it’s the sly smile he turns in my direction once it’s all said and done that sends me into another spiral.
“So, what do we have on offer? I’m starving,” Malik says without so much as an inkling of how he just rocked my world.
He starts dishing up a plate while I’m left in a gooey little puddle, hardly able to think, let alone fill a plate with food.
5
MALIK
I’ve touched her. I’ve tasted her.
There’s no way in hell I’m sharing her.
Hours pass while they eat and drink. The conversation has long ago devolved from negotiations on our arrangement to laughter and jokes. I don’t partake in their festivities. The outcome of our chat put me in a difficult position. Melina Remington’s protector during this fallacy of a marriage, but also the true middleman for two powerful organizations.
Everything is going exactly as planned.
But where I should be focusing on my new title, listening to what both Henry and Omar are saying, trying to secure my place further, I can’t. My mind keeps wandering back to Melina. No matter how much I eat or drink, her taste lingers on my tongue. Burned straight onto my taste buds, desperate for more.
And I’m going to get it. She awoke something in me. A primal beast that slumbered so deep, I believed it died a long time ago on some battlefield while fighting someone else’s war.
I’ve gotta say, it feels fucking fantastic to be back.
“During the week, we’ll come by and let the children have their formal introductions and encounters.” Omar’s words are slurred from the copious amount of liquor he’s consumed.
Henry’s demands didn’t change a thing. In fact, it seems that everyone at the table is looking at the future brightly. But it does put me on a timer. If I want to walk away from this with Melina at my side and a title of power, I’ll have to make it happen before next week’s wedding.
But that doesn’t worry me. I’ve always done my best work while fighting against a clock.
“Anytime, anywhere.” Henry’s barely sitting upright anymore. He’s slouched so low in his chair, I’m sure he’d be happy to sleep right in it.
The four stationed guards approach Omar as he hoists himself to his feet. He stumbles forward and starts to fall, but Nasir catches him before it happens.
“Alright, Father, time to go,” Nasir says. He hooks one of Omar’s arms over his shoulder, and they leave, escorted by the four soldiers.
“Let me walk you to your rooms.” I rise and help Melina out of her seat.
We haven’t spoken since I touched her, exchanging words for cheeky glances and naughty smiles. If nothing else, helping her come settles her nerves. Even while the boss and her father said rather terrible things to one another, she laughed as if they were old-time friends enjoying each other's company after years of absence.
“Why, aren’t you a gentleman?” she says as she stands. But with her tiny frame so close to me, I can’t get a grip on myself. My hands instinctively travel to her behind and squeeze her ass, but I release it before she turns to face me.