Hello guys, I hope you are still enjoying my story. Thank you for reading this far. For this chapter, I will use the third person’s POV because I want to represent what they both feel at every point. Malik paced restlessly at the end of the grand staircase in the spacious foyer. He glanced freque
Ezinne shook her head, and he saw the hurt and anger in her eyes. Seeing those emotions directed at him shattered something inside Malik. It broke him that he was making her see him as a monster. Maybe he had taken this too far. But as she spoke her next words, his fleeting remorse was swept away by
Malik suddenly grabbed her by the hips, and sat her on the table, pushing himself to fit between her thighs. He hated the sound of Xavier's name on her lips, he hated the way she laughed so easily in his presence. And he hated how much he was showing that he cared about those things. The table was t
Third Person's POV Malik's mouth crashed down on Ezinne's once more, igniting a firestorm of desire as he swept her from the table, guiding her to clasp her legs around his waist. His rock-hard arousal strained against his pants, and he wouldn't let anything come between them this time. He shoved
"Please what?" he teased. Ezinne let out a sweet moan in response. "Please fuck you?" he continued to tease, still tracing lines of fire on her skin. "Use your words, Red." "Yes, yes, fuck me," her words were half plea, half demand. "Please. I need you to eat me, and I need you inside me right now
~Ezinne~ I lay wrapped up in Malik's arms after the bliss of our intercourse, my heart continued to race from the intensity of it all. Although the air between us was still charged with unresolved issues, we had surrendered to the spontaneity of the moment. I enjoyed every bit of Malik's touch
I blinked in surprise, taken aback by his reaction. "Is what happening?" I echoed; my tone filled with confusion. He sighed heavily, his eyes drifting towards the suitcase that lay open on the bed, his expression darkening with seriousness. "I warned Malik, but he wouldn't listen. Now, what do
~Ezinne~ Minutes later, Delilah had finished adorning me in my attire, and I looked splendid in the reflection that greeted me from the mirror. While I was fully capable of dressing myself, Delilah's expert touch as a professional stylist made the experience distinctly enjoyable. I watched her