This time, when he presses my back to the cold stone, I’m prepared for it, hissing under my breath instead of contorting myself to escape the sensation. He leans in and kisses me again, his lips tender and loving, but it’s not what I need. As I shove my fingers into his hair, I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, and he growls, mashing my body against the wall.
“Fuck me, baby,” I tell him. “I want to feel you pounding inside me.”
I swear his eyes roll back into his head slightly as the words leave my lips, and he reaches between us to grab his cock and line it up at my entrance.
Yes.
Do it.
He presses his lips to the side of my neck gently as he plunges his cock inside me, the contradiction so satisfying that I almost throw my head back into the stone wall behind me. Oh God, it feels so fucking good. I am obsessed with the sensation of him filling me, and I may never get enough. But instead of moving like I so desperately want him to, he just holds me in his arms and buries his head in my neck, breathing me in.
“You good?” he asks, and I shake my head. He pulls back to meet my eyes, and I grab his face in my hand, his stubble scratching against my fingertips.
“Fuck. Me. Malcolm.”
He groans and pulls back, hesitating for just a second before driving back into me with the force I need. My eyes close, and I revel in the pleasure of him inside me, working me up to what I know will be a powerful orgasm, but he doesn’t let me enjoy it for too long before he slaps my ass.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
Oh, yes.
Eye contact.
I can’t help but grin as I do as I’m told and meet his gaze. The fire in his eyes as he powers into me adds another element to this experience, one I wasn’t even aware I needed, and I grip the back of his neck, letting him look his fill. Although, I’m almost certain we’ll never reach a point where Malcolm feels like he’s had enough of looking at me. Or, at least, I hope so.
“You are so fucking gorgeous like this, sweetheart,” he whispers through gritted teeth, a sure sign that he’s fighting off his orgasm already, keeping it at bay to make sure I get mine, too. He grips my ass with one hand, moving me with him on each thrust of his hips as the other reaches between us. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, and my pussy clenches around his length in response.
“Shit,” he bites out, never once taking his eyes from mine. “You need to get there, baby.”
I slide my free hand down my belly and find my clit, circling the little bundle of nerves as he continues to fuck me into the wall. The orgasm that’s been lurking in the background rushes forward, and I use my other hand to grip his shoulder as it detonates inside me. I scream, my back arching off the wall and my pussy clamping down on his cock, but I never once take my eyes off his. He finds his own release a moment later, gripping the back of my neck and roaring my name as he jerks, spilling into me. It’s so goddamn intense, so fucking good, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have to not close my eyes as my pussy continues to contract and pulse around his length. His chest heaves as he struggles to catch his breath, and there is a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead.
Honestly, he’s never looked sexier.
“I fucking love you, Hermoine,” he murmurs once he’s finally able to breathe normally, and I nod, using my grip on his shoulder to pull him in for a kiss.
“I love you too, baby.”
When his lips press against mine, he sighs, and I finally close my eyes, letting myself soak up the moment and the calm that settles over us as his lips move against mine. I’ll never get enough of this—him, us together, the way he can make me forget everything else but this one perfect moment. And just like that, the pain comes back, but it’s easier to manage this time, less intense and overwhelming. He pulls away and meets my gaze.
“How are you now?”
I shrug, trying my best to smile, but I can’t quite seem to get there. “I’m okay.”
“Come here, baby,” he whispers, pulling me away from the wall and carrying me back over to the bed. He sits on the edge of the mattress with his cock still buried inside me and threads his fingers through my hair. “You’re not alone, Hermoine. I will be right by your side as you deal with this. Okay?”
I nod, my lips trembling as tears threaten again. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me. I fucking love you, and I would never let you go through this alone.”
I can’t think of anything to say in response, and there’s a good chance I would just start crying again if I tried, so instead, I lay my head on his shoulder and allow him to provide me with the comfort I need. In the silence, my mind races over the events of the day, and when I remember Kinetic leading Geno out of the coffee shop, I sit up. Malcolm meets my eyes, his brows furrowing as he searches my face.
“You have Geno?”
He nods, relaxing as he brushes his thumb over my cheek. “Yeah, we’ve got him, baby. He’s never going to hurt you again.”
“What are you going to do with him?” I ask, and he watches me for a moment, wariness creeping into his eyes again.
“He’ll be dealt with.”
I arch a brow. “You’re going to kill him?”
It’s not like I care. Geno is responsible for inflicting more pain on me than I’ve ever felt before—both physically and emotionally—so I couldn’t give one single shit if Falcon and his brothers end his life. In fact, I’d be pissed if they didn’t.
“Yes.”
I nod, placing both of my hands on his cheeks. “I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything,” he answers without hesitation, reminding me yet again just why I love this man so damn much. As I stare back at him, all the times Geno hit me in the motel pop into my mind, and then all the times his men raped me on his orders. The images of him killing my parents follow in rapid succession.
“Make it hurt, baby,” I whisper, and when Falcon scowls, I add, “Make him suffer for every single thing he did to me. Can you do that?”
A second passes before a slow smile teases his lips. “With pleasure.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Falcon
Hermoine’s pain won’t simply subside or fade into the darkness. I know that, and every single thing I do from here on out is going to be for her. I love that woman more than I’ve ever loved anyone else, and I’d do anything for her. Literally, anything.
She’s been through so much pain over these last few weeks, from being abducted and beaten to raped, to getting back into the normalcy of her life, only for her parents to be brutally murdered. It’s not right. No one should ever have to endure the things she has, yet she’s finding a way to be strong through it all. Personally, I think she’s getting through it because of the anger she has for Geno, and I think once I’ve dealt with him that every horrible feeling she could possibly feel is going to come rushing in. It’ll be like a dam that broke, and the water will be catastrophic. In this case, the water is a representation of her emotions.
I’ve left Hermoine alone in the bedroom we share while I head out back. Rajah came back to the club and was told to sit until someone came to patch him up. Luckily, the bullet didn’t nick any organs since he was shot in the leg. It didn’t hit any major blood vessels, either. If it had, we’d be dealing with an entirely different situation. Bone is with him while one of the club’s contacts is checking Rajah over. She might be finished giving him stitches by now, but I haven’t checked in. The first thing I needed to do was tend to Hermoine, so since I’ve done that, I can get back to Geno.