Malik Ross Nudes Novels & Stories

“It’s all over the internet.” My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I did not need more details to know what she was talking about. Tears instantly pooled in my eyes. Malcolm opened the door and rushed inside. “Ro...” Worry clouded his features as he sat beside me and wrapped his arms around me. “Have you seen it?” I asked as the tears continued flowing down my cheeks. “My...” I gasped, “my nudity is all over the internet.” My chest tightened and I could barely breathe. I needed air.

Malik unclasped and drew one nipple between his fingers, pinching slightly. He bent his head and deftly took her nipple into mouth, sucking greedily, his other hand teasing her free nipple, turning it into a hardened point. Following her arched back, he laid her on the bed, planting kisses, biting lightly from her collarbone, his fingers still teasing her nipples, to the edge of her sex. Bracing himself on his elbows, he leaned closer and took a deep breath. "You smell so good, I bet you'll taste so good I might get stone drunk after all"

My eyes rolled back into my head as I came shamelessly, naked and open in front of this strikingly hot man. Russo El Massimo.

his deep baritone echoed from inside. I took one final breath, forcing my expression into what I hoped was a mask of cold indifference, and pushed the door open. I stepped into the room, ready to demand why he had been treating me like garbage—but the second my eyes landed on him, every single thought flew straight out of my head. Malik was standing near his wardrobe, entirely bare-chested. Oh, sweet Goddess. The dim afternoon light filtered through the windows, reflecting the golden-bronze sheen of his skin.

Jace hissed, hips twitching. "Fuck-" "You been wanting this?" Malik asked. Jace bit his lip. "Yeah." "Since when?" "Since I watched you bench shirtless in August." Malik chuckled-a low, rough sound that curled through the steam like smoke. Then he began to stroke. Slow. Steady. Deep in his grip. Jace cursed under his breath, thighs tensing, hands gripping the tile beneath him. Malik leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "You got a pretty dick," he said, pumping him harder now. "Didn't expect that. All that talk... and this is what you're hiding?"

Pretty boy Ronin. Malak is known for being calculating. With his short black hair that nearly grazed his shoulders. Dark chocolate hooded almond eyes that betrayed no emotion, the intelligence behind those eyes was scary. A very defined Cupid's bow on those gorgeous swollen lips. Smooth tan skin except for the stubble that graced his jaw. He was tall like Seph with more muscle to him. His wings were a real thing of beauty. Dark as night with each feather speckled with black diamonds. A whip attached to his hip tipped with silver and gold, two short swords at his back. Tall, dark, and absolutely deadly.

I tried to keep my eyes on her face, dabbing on concealer, but I could clearly see the view now. "Like this, baby?" Malik's voice growled through the speaker. "Fuck, Habibi. Touch them for me. Pinch those nipples, please, bebe." She did it without hesitation, her fingers rolling over them, letting out a soft moan. I felt my cheeks warm a little. This wasn't part of the usual service, but clients were clients. I continued with the eyeshadow, keeping my strokes steady and avoiding the scene happening right in front of me.

Malik, one of the oldest yet youngest players of the underworld who secretly traded in drugs. "Boss, the payment is here, Malik sent half the amount in cash and the rest I'd transferred in your bank. Max Stokes' company is sold out as said by you." Nelson presented the papers to the mafia king. He accepted the signed copy of the papers and stared it. His eyes dramatically rolled not before dismissing his guards and defeatedly grunt, "What an irony, I can't believe I had to sell away three companies to collect some money! This is unbelievable." he threw the file on the table and closed his eyes.

A low sound escaped his throat. He lay back on the bed, knees bent, feet still on the floor. The napkin stayed pressed to his face as he worked his belt open with his other hand. Zipper down. He shoved his pants and underwear just low enough to free his cock. It sprang up, thick and flushed, already leaking at the tip. Malik wrapped his hand around himself and stroked once, root to head. His hips jerked up into the grip. “Kai,” he whispered.

He looks less frightening now. Fuck me, Rhett. There's a fully naked man in front of me with a dangling long cock. Damn, that must be around ten inches. Its colour is espresso, darker than the man's deep chocolate skin. Shit! He's really endowed. Why the fuck are these men mouthwatering?