Chapter forty
Malachi's POV
Content Warning — From me:
You're about to step inside my head.
It's not gentle here. I think in hunger, not tenderness.
What you'll read is possession, control, and the kind of desire that leaves marks.
If you stay, don't expect mercy.
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Her legs, bare under that stupidly thin dress, were already hiked up around my waist like she belonged there. Like she knew.
I didn't ask. Asking was for men like Travis. I just took. my mouth slammed down on hers, hard, swallowing her gasp of surprise. She tasted like juniper berries. Her back pressed flat against the cool wood. my body pinned her there, solid and unyielding. Felt the frantic flutter of her heart against my chest. Good. Let her feel trapped. Let her remember who really had the strength here.
