The Massage Palace - Episode 13

 The Massage Palace - Episode 13

The limousine had barely left the warehouse district before the atmosphere in the loft shifted from electric to volatile. MALIK was wiping down the table when LIA stepped out from the shadows of the hallway. She didn’t look angry. She looked flushed.

"You watched," Malik said, his voice low. He didn't apologize. They were past apologies.

Lia walked toward him, her movements slow, deliberate. "I watched you f#ck her on top of a client. I should be furious."

"But you're not," Malik observed.

"No," she whispered, stopping right in front of him. "I was wet. I wanted to be her. Or… maybe I wanted to be the one watching."

She reached out, taking Malik’s hand and placing it on her chest, over her racing heart. "I thought I was the quiet one, Malik. The broken bird you fixed. But seeing you with Kendra… it woke something up in me. I’m not just a victim anymore. I’m hungry."

Malik’s eyes darkened with interest. "What are you saying, Lia?"

"I’m saying," she said, unbuttoning her blouse, "that I don't want to be left out. If this is the new business, if this is the new life… I want a seat at the table."

She let her blouse fall to the floor, revealing her bare bre@sts. "Show me everything."

Malik didn't hesitate. He pulled Lia close, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss. He lifted her onto the massage table, the scene of his earlier tryst with Kendra, and laid her back.

"Spread your legs," he commanded.

Lia obeyed, her heart hammering against her ribs. Malik knelt between her thighs, but he didn't use his hands. He leaned down and blew a stream of cool air against her slick, heated folds.

She gasped, her hips bucking. "Please…"

"Tell me what you want," he teased, his finger tracing her wet slit.

"I want you to eat my p#ssy," she cried out, her shyness shattering. "I want your mouth on me."

Malik smiled, a dark, possessive curve of his lips. He lowered his head and devouring her. He sucked her sensitive cl!t hard, flicking it rapidly with his tongue. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that made her vision blur.

"Yes!" she screamed, her hands gripping his hair. "Just like that!"

He ate her with a hunger that matched her own, pushing her toward the edge with ruthless efficiency. Her thighs trembled, squeezing his head.

"I'm going to c#m!" she cried out.

Malik didn't stop. He doubled his efforts, his tongue lashing against her until she exploded, crying out his name as her juices flooded his mouth.

As she lay panting, Malik stood up and unbuckled his belt. "You want a seat at the table? Then you take everything I give you."

He freed his hard d#ck and entered her in one smooth, deep stroke. Lia gasped, her back arching. He began to f#ck her, hard and deep, driving them both toward the precipice.

"This is who we are now," he growled.

"Yes," she moaned, meeting his thrusts. "Yes."

He buried himself deep and emptied himself inside her, marking her as his partner in this dark, beautiful empire. As they collapsed together, the lights of the city flickered outside. The rules had been rewritten, and the game was just getting started.

Teaser for Episode 14:

The trio—Malik, Kendra, and Lia—faces their first joint challenge when a high-profile politician demands a session that blurs the line between fantasy and treason. Loyalties are tested as the offer of immense wealth threatens to tear the new alliance apart. Don't miss the next chapter of The Massage Palace.

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