Chapter thirty-nine
Alicia's POV
Content Warning: What unfolds here isn't gentle. It's hunger, power, and surrender tangled in the dark. Read at your own risk.
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The kiss wasn't gentle. Malachi's mouth crashed against mine, a demand not a request. My back was still jammed hard against the cool, unyielding wood of the door. His body pressed me there, a solid wall of heat and intent, leaving no space for escape, not that my legs felt capable of it. They were already hooked weakly around his waist, my thin dress rucked up around my hips.
I should leave. The thought was an alarm bell clanging somewhere in the back of my mind.
He's your brother-in-law. Travis's brother.This is poison. But Travis wasn't here, pressing me against the door with the weight of sin. Malachi was.
