Chapter 11: Getting evidence

Serena’s pov

“Oh my God, Malik.”

I moan loudly as the wave of my impending climax builds in my core. My nails dig into the leather of the armchair, my legs held wide open by Malik while his face stays buried between my thighs, his broad hands gripping my hips to pull me tightly against his mouth.

His skilled tongue strokes my clitoris with slick, rhythmic precision, swirling and lapping until every nerve ending in my body feels completely set on fire.

I’m utterly helpless under the relentless work of his mouth, breathless and trembling as he drinks down every drop of my pleasure.

"Yes, yes, right there, don't stop!"

I chant like a woman possessed, my fingers tangling in his dark Afro hair, pulling him closer as the orgasm finally violently tears through me, sending intense, continuous spasms straight down my thighs as my head falls back against the cushion.

“God, you’re incredibly good at that,” I breathe out as he finally pulls away, his wet lips giving my inner thigh one last lingering kiss before he stands.

My lust-filled gaze lazily traces the glistening, muscular contours of his broad shoulders, chest, and razor-sharp abs as he stretches out. Because I can’t resist, I reach out and trail a hand down his dark, flawless torso, my heart fluttering with that familiar, thrilling delight.

"You know, you’re really one of the main reasons I decided to come back to this miserable state," I purr, giving his rock-hard hip a slow, teasing nudge with my bare toe while I catch my breath.

He lets out a snort, stepping over to the small bar cart and I roll my eyes.

"Fine, maybe not just for you, but I honestly did miss this incredible setup," I sit up, adjusting my skirt.

"I find that damn hard to believe, Serena," Malik says in his rich, velvety tone, sliding a crystal glass of chilled whiskey into my hands.

The movement causes his bicep muscles to flex and the sight sends another wave of heat through me, making my pussy get more wet. I bite my lower lip, wanting to rub his dark skin down with honey and lick it off.

We are in the stone guest cottage tucked deep on the estate grounds—a private sanctuary my father handed him years ago when he took on the double duty of driver and occasional off-the-books muscle—and it remains my favorite place to hide from my family and rant.

"So..." I set my drink aside and stare him down with impatience. "Did you get it?"

He offers me a smirk, before stepping over to the wooden sideboard to unlock a concealed drawer before pulling out an unmarked Manila envelope. He tosses it onto my lap, leaning against the counter as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"When do you think this little chess match with your old man is gonna end?" he asks. "It's gettin' real old at this point, and you're runnin' yourself ragged trying to prove a point."

"Mmmhmm," I hum in complete distraction, ignoring his unsolicited life advice as my long nails tear open the flap of the envelope to examine the prize inside.

My eyes devour the glossy surveillance photographs spilling into my hands, featuring my father's precious, saintly little young fiancée caught red-handed in the backseat of a cheap car, wrapped around another man with tears in her eyes and her hands in very suggestive positions.

"Bingo! Daddy dearest is about to get a very rude, very expensive awakening," I grin.

I knew the pathetic little gold-digger was a complete slut from the second she set her cheap heels in our foyer, a ladder-climbing bitch who actually thought she could outsmart a Carrington and inherit my rightful throne.

"Serena!" Malik's voice slices right through my glorious victory parade, snapping my attention back to his towering frame.

"What?" I snap back.

"This whole crusade against your father... it's gettin' real tired, baby," Malik says, stepping closer with a heavy, grounded presence that briefly cuts through my usual ice. "Maybe settling down, taking a breather, and focusing on what actually makes you happy will get the old man off your back and stop him from bringin' out this toxic, vindictive monster in you."

“Ohhh, baby, baby, baby, settle down? Hell no, absolutely not with a monster like Theodore Carrington breathing down my neck. And let this be clear—it’s never going to stop until I’m sitting in that chief executive chair," I announce, my tone dropping into that cold, lethal confidence.

I know exactly what game my father is playing, withholding my earned COO promotion just to watch me crawl and beg for his approval, but I’m going to show him that Serena Carrington doesn’t take scraps from anyone, nor will I stand by while some gold-digging whore tries to fuck her way into my family's empire. I will rip that company straight out of his aging hands before I let him humiliate me again.

“Our family built an empire and my father spent my entire life teaching me how to conquer it. Every boardroom. Every negotiation. Every acquisition. Every hostile takeover. Then the second I become better than him, suddenly “I'm not ready?” “I’m still a kid?” I’m almost twenty five for chrissake. And he took over from grandfather at this age! The bastard.”

Malik sighs. “Serena, you and your father are the most stubborn people on the planet. This will end in a disaster. Maybe you should listen to your brother, and open your—.”

“My brother, a beautiful genius he is, still knows nothing about oil. Sure, I will work towards opening my own company, but why do that when there is one right in front of me for the taking. And I’m going to take it. And this....” I point at the pictures. “Will show him how ready I am.”

"You sound just like him."

“I sound like myself,” I frown at him.

"Serena—"

"Hush now," I cut him off, my expression instantly shifting from corporate dragon to siren as I drop the envelope onto the table and look up at him through my lashes. "How about you bring that sexy body and gorgeous mouth of yours right back over here so we can put them both to much better use?"

He lets out another rough snort, but the dark, possessive flare in his eyes tells me I've already won this argument as he closes the remaining distance between us.

He reaches down and effortlessly scoops me out of the armchair, my long legs wrapping tight around his waist as his lips slam against mine in a deep, greedy kiss.

He carries me across the room and pins my back firmly against the stone wall, his hands sliding up to cup my bottom while I frantically undo his belt and pull the zipper of his trousers down. I release his big, hard dick into my hand and guide it into my already slick pussy and he thrust fully inside me in one smooth, powerful motion that forces a loud, breathless scream from my lips.

He drives into me hard and slow, the feeling of him inside me, wrecking me as I throw my head back against the wall, moaning uncontrollably as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, biting and sucking my skin while pushing deeper and harder.