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I stepped towards Malik and held his head in my hands. I forced him to stare directly into my eyes. I wanted him to see me, to really understand what I needed to say. "She was sick. She was too sick and damaged to see the beauty she had in front of her. You deserved better. Your brothers deserved better. No child should go through abuse like that—ever. You have every right to be angry and every right to hate her."

We stood there in the silence, his eyes blazing fire and mine seeking the heat. His chest was heaving with emotion and all I wanted to do was kiss him. This was exactly what I was trained to deescalate, and I found myself only wanting to provoke him more and dying to kiss him, to make love to him and heal his body with my touch.

He broke the silence. "I can’t keep staring at your beautiful face and not kiss you.”

“I was thinking the same thing.”

“I know I’m fucked up, but I want to make love to you. I want to love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

I just nodded my head because words felt inadequate. It was probably wrong, as bad an idea as any I’d ever had. But I wanted it. Wanted him more than I’d imagined possible. Just when I’d given up on my ability to feel real desire, Malik appeared and ignited a firestorm in my heart.

A sigh escaped my lips. Malik got up, knocking the chair over before he crushed his lips to mine. His body pushed mine until I was pressed against the kitchen island, his body flush with mine. His tongue brushed across my lips, hungry and desperate for more.

"I'm not sure what I'm doing, but I'm on fuckin' fire for you. I need you to save me, Trudy."

I opened up to him and let him in, both the hurt little boy and the big bad wolf; because if Malik was going to accept all the broken pieces of me, then I’d love both the killer and the victim inside of him.

Chapter 9

Malik

Trudy relaxed into my arms and kissed me back with fire, dragging her tongue over mine and accepting mine hungrily. Her hands roamed through my hair and along my neck, eventually scraping down my back with desperation. She pulled at my shirt and I yanked it over my head and tossed it down to the floor beside us. Trudy took in my torso and touched my abdomen and pecs.

“Holy shit, you work out,” she muttered as she caressed a thumb over my one pierced nipple.

“I chase people,” I whispered in her ear. “Wouldn’t be very effective if I couldn’t catch them.”

I ravished her neck, sucking and biting and kissing along the length. I let first a finger slip inside her bra and then I had to take her out of her shirt. I wrestled it up over her head and then made short work of her bra.

“Hop up,” I commanded, and she did as I said. I had her on the island and we met eye to eye. I thumbed her nipples until she tipped her head back in desire, and only then, I pinched them both hard and gently sucked them into my mouth.

“Oh God,” Trudy said.

Reaching up under her skirt, I yanked at her panties and pulled them down her thick thighs. The lacy center was soaked, and my hand sought her slick entrance as our mouths reconnected with hunger.

“Can I finger you?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

“Can I fuck you?” I asked. My tact had left the building. I didn’t mean to ask her in such quick succession, but my dick was getting ahead of me.

“God, yes,” she said. My joy was uncontainable. I wanted her in all the possible ways I could have her. On the island, on the floor, on her knees, in my mouth. I wanted to fuck her until she was dizzy with lust and tingling all over from coming so hard.

Trudy unbuckled my jeans and released my engorged cock, which was already leaking my desire, clear and slick, into her soft hand as she jerked me eagerly.

“I want you in my mouth,” she gasped. She slipped off the island and came down on her knees, both hands on my cock. I tipped my head back as I grabbed the base of my shaft and Trudy sucked my length into her gorgeous mouth.

She sucked me good and hard with an expertise that was shocking. The way she bobbed her head and suppressed her gag reflex had me almost coming in her mouth after just a few strokes.

“Trudy, slow down. Let’s take it slow. I want to be inside you,” I managed to tell her. I was tempted to let her finish me off, but her pleasure was too important to me. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing and trigger a defensive reaction from her.


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