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I ’m more nervous walking into dinner with Alora’s aunts in a suit than I’ve ever been while walking into an arena. But with Alora’s hand in mine, I feel damn near unstoppable.

As if she can sense my erratic heart, Sunny brushes against my leg and looks up at me.

“I’m okay, girl,” I assure her.

When she gently tugs at my hand, I look down at Alora’s sparkling blue eyes, framed by her long blonde waves.

“Don’t be nervous. I know they’ll be shocked at first, but once we explain everything, they’ll love you. Seriously. They are nothing like my father, the furthest from him.”

Rubbing the back of my neck, I lift our interconnected hands to my lips. “I trust you.”

We walk through the double-door entrance, and three women’s heads turn to us instantly.

Sunny’s tail starts going crazy, and for the first time ever, I see her pull on her leash to try to get to them.

“Alora!” one of them calls out and races over, wrapping her arms around her while the other two greet Sunny with pets and kisses.

The one with pixie-cut hair looks up at me, and the glimmer in her eyes instantly fades. She steps back without tearing her stare from me.

“Why is Malik Ravenwell here?” Her voice is sharp.

The other two look up at me and rise to their full height, all of five foot one, scowls twisting their mouths.

Alora steps in front of me, her back brushing my torso, and I release her hand, resting it gently on her waist.

“Before you freak out, you need to hear us out. There’s a lot you don’t know yet.”

“Briarwood. Table for five!” a hostess calls out.

The five of us look over at her and pause, the heaviness still in the air.

“Right here,” one of her aunts answers, stepping toward the host stand.

“This way, please.” She smiles.

Her aunts lead the way, followed by Sunny, Alora, and me. My heart is in my fucking throat as we are seated at a round table in an enclosed atrium.

A waiter comes over immediately and takes our drink order before disappearing behind a stained-glass door.

Thrust back into the awkward disdain of the conversation, I swallow hard, sitting still with my hands in my lap.

Never more in my life have I ever wanted to impress three people as much as I do them. But I know I’m starting with a thousand negative points and have a hell of a long way to go.

They sit tall and proud, all three staring directly at me.

Alora drags their attention to her. “Hate him later. But I promise you will hate him less once I’m done telling you about my dad.”

That ignites their gazes, and Alora tells them everything .

By the time she’s done catching them up on the absolute chaos that has become our lives, their eyes soften when they look at me, and an understanding passes between us all.

Flora, Fauna, and Freya disclose that they have a few secrets of their own, ones they’ve kept for years, waiting for the right moment. Waiting for this .

Fauna slips away to make a quick phone call before coming back and telling us that she has an idea, a plan to bring some of his darkness to light without putting on a grand spectacle.

But if a show is what he needs to own up to the things he’s done, then so be it.

The charity gala is tomorrow night, and I still haven’t technically agreed to go with Alora, although she and I both know that I wouldn’t be anywhere other than by her side.

As we wrap up and head to the front of the restaurant, I murmur to Alora, “I’ll go tomorrow on one condition.”

She glances up at me with excitement in her eyes. “What is it?”

“You wear a dress you want and not the one your father sent. Wear one that makes you happy.”

Her demeanor softens, and she smiles. “I think that can be arranged.”

“Ooh.” Fauna butts into our conversation. “Wear blue. You look so stunning in blue.”

Flora pushes her out of the way as we walk outside into the chilly day. “Pink! Pink is your color!”

Fauna scoffs. “Blue!”

“Pink!” Flora slaps her shoulder. “It has to be pink!”

Fauna steps in front of us and walks backward. “Blue. Like the color of the sky on a warm, sunny day.”

“Pink! A soft, delicate shade. Something flowy!” Flora joins Fauna in her backward walk, and I chuckle.

Freya grabs the tops of their heads and spins them around. “I’m sure she is more than capable of picking out her own dress color.”

They bicker quietly with each other but find solidarity at last as we approach my Corvette.

“Tomorrow, let’s meet up two hours before the gala at your dorm room to reconvene and make sure we are set and ready to go before the big event. My secret weapon will meet us there,” Fauna instructs us, and we nod. “Alora, are you sure you want to do this, honey? One of us can take your place in all of this.”

She shakes her head. “He won’t talk with you guys the way he will with me. I can do it.”

Flora rubs her hand up and down Alora’s arm, and I squeeze her hand.

“We love you.” Fauna smiles at her and then up at me, and my heart warms.

“Tomorrow.” Alora mutters the word with finality.

“Tomorrow,” I repeat, lifting her hand up to my lips and kissing her fingers tenderly.

Alora, Sunny, and I get in my car to head back to her place.

When we reach the dorm, we head upstairs. My phone chimes when we slip inside of her room, and I check it out as Sunny and Alora plop down on her bed.

I pull my phone out and read the text from my uncle.

The Devil: He’s threatening me now because you can’t keep your dick in your pants. Get your shit together, or so help me God, I will make you.

Shoving it back into my pocket, I grind my teeth and glance up at Alora, who’s watching me with a worried gaze.

“Who is it?”

“My uncle,” I murmur. “Nothing important.”

“I’m sorry. It will all be over soon, I promise.” She opens her arms, her legs draping over the side of the bed, and I don’t waste a second to go to her.

She wraps her arms around my waist and rests her chin against my chest as she stares up at me. Fuck, she’s so beautiful. It’s intimidating sometimes how perfect she is. She fucking glows.

“I love you,” she whispers as I push her hair back from her face with my fingers.

“Not possibly more than I love you,” I murmur, brushing my thumb across her bottom lip.

“Will you help me with something?” she asks, and I’m already nodding in agreement before I know what it is. “Help me decide between a few dresses for tomorrow?”

“Watch you dress up in fancy gowns and ogle you unabashedly? It’s a yes every time.”

Her eyes pinch shut from the joy in her giggles. “When have you ever not stared at me unabashedly?”

I chuckle. “Touché.”

She walks over to her closet and pulls out three garment bags taller than her and hangs them on the back of her door. “Turn around,” she orders me, blushing.

Shaking my head, I smirk. “And miss the show? No, thank you.”

Hooking her finger in the strap of her purple sundress—one I will certainly be desperate to see again—she pushes it off of her shoulder before repeating it with the other one.

Oh, she’s giving me a show .

Running her fingers down her sides, she tugs at the thin fabric, and it cascades down her body, leaving her in lilac-purple panties.

“Mmm.” I run my tongue across my bottom lip. “Fucking hell, Alora. That ass of yours will be my goddamn ruin.”

She sucks in a mocking breath and cups her big tits with her back to me, looking over her shoulder. “And what about these?” Turning on her heel, she palms herself, jiggling them up and down.

My cock twitches aggressively in my slacks. Fisting the comforter with my hands, I do my best to be good and stay seated. But, fuck, she’s making it hard … making everything hard.

When she drops her hands, my mouth waters at the sight before me. My burning gaze travels from the top of her blonde hair down to those devilish eyes, plump lips, over those big perfect breasts. A path that I desperately want to make with my tongue.

Goddamn, she’s so hot— too hot . I’m going to combust.

Her wide hips are begging to be gripped as I plunge deep inside of her. My fingers and dick twitch at the thought.

Glancing back up at her stare, I’m almost burned from the inferno scorching behind her eyes. “Careful, looking at me like that, Alora.”

She takes a slow step toward me. “Or what?”

My dick throbs in my pants, begging to come out and play. Hooking my finger between us, I gesture her toward me. “Come find out.”

Holding her hands behind her back, she sashays closer, but still out of my reach. “What are you going to do to me?”

Leaning forward, I adjust myself in these tight pants. “What do you want me to do to you?”

Her answer dances on the tip of her tongue as she continues to close the distance between us.

Killing any doubts she may have, I assure her, “There is absolutely nothing you could ask of me that I wouldn’t agree to.”

“I’m just nervous …” she murmurs and bites down on the side of her bottom lip. “I want you”—she holds my stare—“to take control.”

I keep my hands to myself as she steps between my legs with her lips parted, like she has more to add.

Sliding her hands around my shoulders, she shimmies her tits in my face, and I growl as I fight harder than ever to restrain myself.

“Bend me. Shape me. Mold me. Do whatever you want.” Her voice is sultry, and I roll my eyes as the air draws taut between us. “I’m yours, Malik. Take me.”

I snap, my hand wrapping around her throat in the blink of an eye. She melts instantly into my grasp, her pupils dilating as I switch positions with her, pushing her to the bed as I tower over her.

Running my nose up the length of her neck, I breathe her scent in; that strawberry-vanilla blend is my own slice of heaven.

“You sure you want this?” I groan, running my free hand from the tip of her chin down her neck and between her tits. “Because I’ll fuck you with abandon, Bug.” My fingers trail lower, stopping just above her clit. “I’ll pound into this sweet pussy until you can’t fucking take it anymore.”

Lost for words, she wets her lips and nods, wriggling her hips, desperate for any friction.

She whimpers, “ Malik .”

I sink my fingers into her wetness beneath her panties, and then I bring them to my lips and suck them clean. Standing up, I undo the belt of my pants and step back.

“You want to be my good little slut, huh? Want me to do every dirty thing to you?”

I slip my thumb into her mouth, and she nods.

“Get on your knees,” I demand. “And open your mouth.”

She slides off of the bed and kneels on the pink rug as her hands find the waistline of my pants, tugging them down as she parts her pretty lips. She frees my erection from my boxers, and it springs in the air between us, hard as a fucking rock as I think about sliding it down her throat.

When she wraps her soft hand around my shaft, I stop her, pushing her hand away.

I step toward her. “Uh-uh, baby. No hands. Now stick your tongue out for me.”

Her wet tongue protrudes from her lips, and I groan at the image of her on the ground in front of me. So fucking hot—that alone could do me in.

Fisting her hair in my hand, I tip her head back and grab my cock with my free hand, pumping it back and forth as I circle it around her open mouth. I slap it on her tongue, and the sensation pulses through me to the core.

“Put your hand on my thigh. Rest it right on my number, baby.” She drops her hand to my leg, palming the number fifty-five tattooed on my thigh. I slide my tip along her tongue and into her mouth. “If it’s too much, tap me once, and I’ll slow down. If you need me to stop, tap me twice. Got it?”

She nods with my dick in her mouth.

“Good fucking girl,” I growl before thrusting forward, slamming my dick down her throat. I moan loudly.

She gags immediately, and I ease out to the tip while she gathers herself. She doesn’t tap me once or twice, so I keep going, rolling my hips and filling her back up.

While I fuck her mouth, I feel my dick grow, cutting her airway off as it hardens more and more. Her eyes start watering, and the sight nearly makes me come as I watch her struggle to take it, but I push on anyway.

But if I keep going, I’m going to come long before I want to be done.

When I back up, my soaking wet dick throbs in the space between us as it falls from her lips. She breathes heavily, panting and looking up at me with parted lips, eagerly waiting for her next instruction.

“Get on your knees on your bed, ass in the air toward me.”

Offering her my hand, I help her slowly stand, and I claim her lips with mine, kissing her slowly and passionately as she takes a second to stabilize.

Turning around, she crawls onto the bed on all fours.

My eyes roll backward, and I whisper, “Fuck.”

Fisting my cock, I pump it as I step toward her.

With no warning, I smack my hand across her ass, watching it jiggle and redden almost instantly.

She gasps in shock, her back arching for more as she peeks over her shoulder.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Her ass turns bright red as I leave my marks all over her backside.

“You like it when I spank you, don’t you? You like how good it stings?”

She nods, looking at me with hooded eyes and swollen lips.

Palming both cheeks with my hands, I spread them and bounce them together, over and over. I’m hypnotized by how fucking delicious she looks.

Crouching down, I run my tongue from her clit and over both holes, desperate to taste every inch of her. “Mmm. So fucking good.”

She whimpers, her hips bucking for more.

Kissing her cheek, I open my mouth and bite down firmly on her round ass, leaving indentations in her flesh. She gasps at the unexpected move but then wiggles her ass slightly, showing me she’s good with it.

Standing back up to my full height, I push my hips forward, rubbing my tip against her center. “Beg me for it, Bug.”

Her chest flattens on the bed, and my dick throbs.

“Please.”

My chuckle comes out more like a growl. “Say it again. I love it when you beg.”

She pushes her ass back and whines, “Please, Malik. Please fuck me.”

Pushing my tip into her tight pussy, I rail into her, feeling her body struggle to fit me with every inch I thrust inside.

“Ahh!” she cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Holy shit, Malik. You’re so?—”

I cut her off with my fingers as I wrap my arm around her hip and massage her clit.

“B—big.”

Rolling my hips into her over and over, I circle that bundle of nerves with my fingertips, feeling her body starting to pulse around me in mere seconds.

“Oh fuck, baby. Already ready for your first one?” I continue to fill her to the brim with each thrust forward, working her closer and closer to the edge.

Her words are muffled as she cries out into the blanket. “Yes, fuck, please!”

As she nears her orgasm, I quicken my fingers just enough to push her into oblivion. “Clench around my cock when you come, baby. I want to feel every pulsing wave.”

“Ahh! Malik!” she cries out, and I sit up, grabbing her hips and pounding into her as her moans intensify.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Maaaalik,” she whimpers as I fuck her through her orgasm, not letting up once.

I want to see her face. I need to see her as she falls apart next. Every twist of her expression and bounce of her tits—I need to commit it all to memory.

Slowing my thrusts, I ease out of her and grab her hips, twisting her around until her ass lands on the bed and she faces me.

“Put your legs on my shoulders,” I order her, watching relief wash over her features.

She was struggling to stay like that. But I never want her to push herself to the point of a flare-up.

“And next time, tell me you need to switch positions.”

She holds my stare for a moment before nodding with a shy smile on her lips. “Yes, sir.”

“Mmm. That’s my good fucking girl,” I murmur as she lifts her legs, hooking her ankles over my shoulders. “You’re giving me three more before I let myself come. And you’re going to count them out for me after each one—got it?”

Her wide eyes and parted lips make me smirk as she nods. Grabbing my pulsing cock, I slide back inside of her, her core gripping me tightly as I plunge every inch deep into her pussy.

With my thumb on her clit and her eyes on mine, it takes me only a minute to make her fall apart all over again. And only three minutes more until we reach number three for the day.

Giving her a minute to recover, I grab her water from her nightstand and make her take a few drinks before we keep going. I don’t want her passing out on me here. I want to push her limits, but never too far.

I don’t want her coming this last time until I’m doing it with her, and this time, I’m not pulling out. I need to feel our bodies explode together.

As I pound into her, our moans, groans, and whimpers fill the room as our breathing quickens in sync.

“I’m coming in you this time, Alora, filling you up completely,” I growl, leaning down and pressing her legs against her chest as my thrust adjusts, using gravity to slam into her.

She nods, a complete puddle beneath me. “Come wherever the fuck you want. I don’t care. Please just … oh fuck. Malik, please.”

Her body starts to writhe beneath me.

“Give it to me, baby. Be my good little slut and make a mess on me.”

Her back arches, and she cries out, triggering my own orgasm.

Fisting her hair with my hand, I crash my lips to hers, kissing her between moans and gasps for air. Spilling into her, I fill her with every drop of my desire.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good, filled up like this,” I growl against her parted lips. “Mmm. I love you.”

She’s panting and out of breath as the biggest smile breaks across her lips. “I love you .”