Page 138 of Redeeming the Villain
“Watch you dress up in fancy gowns and ogle you unabashedly? It’s a yes every time.”
Her eyes pinch shut from the joy in her giggles. “When have you ever not stared at me unabashedly?”
I chuckle. “Touché.”
She walks over to her closet and pulls out three garment bags taller than her and hangs them on the back of her door. “Turn around,” she orders me, blushing.
Shaking my head, I smirk. “And miss the show? No, thank you.”
Hooking her finger in the strap of her purple sundress—one I will certainly be desperate to see again—she pushes it off of her shoulder before repeating it with the other one.
Oh, she’s giving me ashow.
Running her fingers down her sides, she tugs at the thin fabric, and it cascades down her body, leaving her in lilac-purple panties.
“Mmm.” I run my tongue across my bottom lip. “Fucking hell, Alora. That ass of yours will be my goddamn ruin.”
She sucks in a mocking breath and cups her big tits with her back to me, looking over her shoulder. “And what about these?” Turning on her heel, she palms herself, jiggling them up and down.
My cock twitches aggressively in my slacks. Fisting the comforter with my hands, I do my best to be good and stay seated. But, fuck, she’s making it hard … making everything hard.
When she drops her hands, my mouth waters at the sight before me. My burning gaze travels from the top of her blonde hair down to those devilish eyes, plump lips, over those big perfect breasts. A path that I desperately want to make with my tongue.
Goddamn, she’s so hot—too hot. I’m going to combust.
Her wide hips are begging to be gripped as I plunge deep inside of her. My fingers and dick twitch at the thought.
Glancing back up at her stare, I’m almost burned from the inferno scorching behind her eyes. “Careful, looking at me like that, Alora.”
She takes a slow step toward me. “Or what?”
My dick throbs in my pants, begging to come out and play. Hooking my finger between us, I gesture her toward me. “Come find out.”
Holding her hands behind her back, she sashays closer, but still out of my reach. “What are you going to do to me?”
Leaning forward, I adjust myself in these tight pants. “What do you want me to do to you?”
Her answer dances on the tip of her tongue as she continues to close the distance between us.
Killing any doubts she may have, I assure her, “There is absolutely nothing you could ask of me that I wouldn’t agree to.”
“I’m just nervous …” she murmurs and bites down on the side of her bottom lip. “I want you”—she holds my stare—“to take control.”
I keep my hands to myself as she steps between my legs with her lips parted, like she has more to add.
Sliding her hands around my shoulders, she shimmies her tits in my face, and I growl as I fight harder than ever to restrain myself.
“Bend me. Shape me. Mold me. Do whatever you want.” Her voice is sultry, and I roll my eyes as the air draws taut between us. “I’m yours, Malik. Take me.”
I snap, my hand wrapping around her throat in the blink of an eye. She melts instantly into my grasp, her pupils dilating as I switch positions with her, pushing her to the bed as I tower over her.
Running my nose up the length of her neck, I breathe her scent in; that strawberry-vanilla blend is my own slice of heaven.
“You sure you want this?” I groan, running my free hand from the tip of her chin down her neck and between her tits. “Because I’ll fuck you with abandon, Bug.” My fingers trail lower, stopping just above her clit. “I’ll pound into this sweet pussy until you can’t fucking take it anymore.”
Lost for words, she wets her lips and nods, wriggling her hips, desperate for any friction.
She whimpers, “Malik.”
