Malakai smiled, slow and dangerous, the kind of smile that promised both pain and unbearable pleasure. He stroked his heavy, glistening cock once, twice, then slapped it against my cheek with a wet, filthy smack. The impact made my head turn slightly, the warm, slick weight of him leaving a streak of my own saliva and his precum across my flushed skin.

“Good,” he murmured, his voice low and velvet-rough, dripping with dark satisfaction. “Keep hating me, princess. Keep looking at me with those pretty, furious eyes. It’s going to make this so much sweeter when I finally bury every thick inch of this cock in that tight little pussy...