“Because of that, it belongs to me now,” he goes on. “Just like you do. And because you both are my possessions, I will do whatever I choose with it andyou.”
Malachi sets the gun on the counter, and his jewel-filled palm closes around my breast. The contrast is hard and chilling just like everything about this confrontation that I have no ability to escape from. He squeezes, pressing the sharp jewels into my flesh and then rolling them in a circle around my nipple, then covers my mouth with his. His tongue probes deep, sweeping and tangling with mine while he wraps his hand around my jewel-encased throat. He squeezes just enough that a heady rush of dizziness creeps into my brain, intensifying the head-spinning lust his kiss and touch draws out of me.
I lose myself in all the tactile memories that I still have. All of it is living, breathing deja vu, and my hands and mouth and lips act on their own accord.
Just like the last moment we were tangled up eleven years ago, my hands drag down his hard, chiseled torso to reach for his belt, and I don’t even care.
I don’t even care.
I don’t even care.
I don’t even care.
My hands work frantically at his fly while he bends me backward to lie flat on the counter, and Ihatehim, but the feel of his substantial, rigid cock in my palms catapults me back through time and space.
A throaty groan slips from his mouth into mine as I fist his length in long, slow strokes, beckoning him to my aching entrance, and he complies. With one quick, assertive thrust, Malachi buries himself to the hilt deep inside of me, and I anchor my fingers into his biceps as I moan.
“Joder,” the curse spills from my lips as he drives his cock in and out, using calculated, restrained thrusts. He was alwayssubstantial, but it seems every last part of him got bigger and better with age.
“Filthy mouth on a filthywhore,” he growls, his teeth grating against my bottom lip as he sinks his fingers into the flesh of my thigh and drags my ass to the edge of the counter. He thrusts harder and faster, his hips slamming against me. “Backstabbingcunt.”
Correction: everything got bigger and better with age except for hisheart.
That shriveled up and died.
I whimper as he scrapes the jewels against my breast, and pain splices with pleasure. “Jódete, diablo.”
Malachi releases my breast and thigh to fist my hair and slam our foreheads together as he continues to aggressively piston his cock in and out. “The devil isyou. You did this to us.”
With the sharp pain of the necklace gone from my breast, there is only pure,potentpleasure, and I feel his erection grow larger inside me just as the tremors of climax come to life in my core.
“I didnothingto you,” I grind out, still bracing my hands on his biceps, eyes pressed shut until I snap them open to stare straight into his. “And Ihateyou, Malachi Sterling.”
The muscles in his jaw pulse as he stares right back, still holding my forehead against mine. “I hate youmore.”
Our eyes are locked on each other as he pounds his hips harder against me, the pleasure building to incoherent levels, andDios ayúdame… I swear on my life that I see it. Deep in those pools of chilling silver that are boring through me like steel daggers, I seehim.
MyMalachi.
The one I loved more than my own life. The gentle, tender possessor of my heart for as long as I’d lived. The one who loved me more thanhisown life.
There are still memories in my faulty brain, and they surge to the forefront of my mind.
World without end and beyond my last breath,the words he always used before,I will love you, my sweet Isla.
All lies now, so who really betrayed whom?
I have no time or ability to consider it as my orgasm thrashes through me, catapulting a moan from my throat. Malachi drops his mouth to mine, devouring my cries of pleasure, as he grips my thigh again and pushes his cock as hard and deep as it will go.
“Fuck… you…”his words punctuate a guttural growl from deep in his chest as his dick twitches and pulses inside me.
We are still and silent amidst the aftershocks, his hot breath painting the skin of my neck, and my fingers are still digging into his biceps. After several moments, Malachi drags his cock out of me as he pushes away. He turns from me, his shoulders hitching as he fixes his slacks and shirt, and then he takes a step to the side of me to reach for his scotch.
He doesn’t even look at me as he downs the amber liquid. “Get off the fucking counter and cover yourself, Duchess. You look too much like the whore that you are right now.”
My lashes flutter in indignation as a searing pain slices through my chest, and I wrap my robe shut, sitting up and then sliding off to my feet. I feel the residue of his cum mixed with my own wetness dripping down the insides of my thighs. He’s still refusing to even look at me, angled away from me and casting a disappointed glare into his empty glass, and fuck him.
“If you impregnated me,” I utter on a cold breath, “I will throw myself off my balcony because I would ratherdiethan bear your child.”
