Page 82 of Sinner's Malice

“Don’t move.”

Abandoning the apple slices, he grabbed my hips and buried his face between my legs, licking up the sweet apple-flavored juices that pooled out of me. The man was ravenous as he devoured my soul. The flat of his tongue licked and devoured every drop of cream my body gave him. A starved man, he didn’tstop until he reached his fill. Even then, he went back for more until I was screaming, begging him to stop.

When he finally put an end to his torment, he collapsed right next to me, his breath coming out in heavy gasps.

“Thank you for breakfast.”

For the rest of the day, Malice and I stayed cocooned in the penthouse. During that time, I learned that Malice preferred reading to watching television. Chinese food to Italian, and though not overly talkative, he was knowledgeable in many areas.

It was a side of him he rarely showed.

I realized, alone in the penthouse, he could just be himself. That no one expected anything of him. It was refreshing to see he could let down his guard and just be.

Laying on the couch, my head in his lap, while I watched television, and he read a book, I asked, “Malice?”

“Hmm,” he replied distractedly, turning a page in his book.

“Why won’t you let me touch you during sex?”

Closing the book, he sighed and moved, which caused me to sit up. Facing him, I watched as he placed his book on the ottoman, before leaning forward and clasping his hands together.

“Because of him.”

I learned with Malice it was best to say nothing. To let him set the pace when he needed to say something.

Sitting back on the sofa, I did just that.

“I was around seven when he introduced me to Lucy McLaren. She was a soulless bitch that enjoyed boys younger than her. She wanted to play with me, and he didn’t stop her. He never did. From that day forward, every time he broughtme back to the Trick Pony, he would beat me senseless and then hand me over to her. Everything I know about pleasuring a woman, she taught me. The things she taught me, Arianwen, the things she made me do, still haunt me to this day. She would beat me worse than him when I messed up or didn’t make her cum. One time, she caned my feet because I accidentally came before she did. Now, when a woman touches me, my body instantly reacts, like it’s her touching me. I’ve tried everything, but nothing works. Just holding you is hard sometimes because I can still feel her hands on me. She is also the reason I won’t ever let you give me a blowjob. I can’t. The only way I can be with a woman is if she’s tied up or facing away from me. Even then, it’s hit or miss.”

Taking a deep breath, I said, “But this morning—”

He shook his head. “You were facing away from me, Arianwen. I did the touching.”

“So, if I was facing you...”

“I would have stopped you by any means necessary.”

“Like you did the night you claimed me.”

He nodded.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

He turned and looked at me with longing in his eyes. “More than anything. I want to feel your hands on me, your mouth on me, without wanting to kill you.”

When I said nothing else, he got up.

“I think I’m going to go for a walk.”

“Alright,” I replied as he headed for the door.

The second he was gone, I reached for my phone and dialed Sinclair.

“Hello, Little One. How may I help you?”

“You said if I needed anything, I could call you. Did you mean that?”

“Yes. What do you need, Little One?”