CHAPTER 5
MALACHI
The heat in my gut snaps. My whole body locks up, then shudders as release rips through me—so hard, so fast, it leaves me dizzy. I spray, my release painting between us, dripping down my stomach.
“Good boy,” he says again, slowing just enough to kiss me deep, tongues tangling, spit and breath and the taste of desperation between us.
When he finally stills inside me, I’m trembling, my chest heaving. He kisses me one last time, slow and claiming.
I’m still shaking, breathless, my thighs trembling from the aftershocks. My wrists ache from the cuffs. Luca is still inside me, thick and hot, his hands resting on my hips like he owns me.
And maybe he does.
But the need doesn’t fade. It’s worse now. It’s gnawing, clawing up my spine until my body’s moving before my brain c
