The Massage Palace - Episode 5

 

The Massage Palace - Episode 5

The deadline had passed, but the silence was far from peaceful. MALIK sat in his office, the empty space where the client list used to be mocking him. He had burned the drive rather than let DAMIAN have it. Now, the waiting game began.

The door to his office swung open. KENDRA stormed in, slamming a printed photo onto his desk. It was a grainy shot of him in the alley with Damian.

"You sold me out?" she hissed, her eyes blazing. "You made a deal with that snake?"

"I didn't give him anything," Malik said evenly, though exhaustion lined his face. "I burned it."

Kendra stared at him, her anger shifting into something else—grudging respect mixed with possessiveness. "You idiot. You should have let him rot."

"I protect what's mine."

"Well, now he's coming for blood." She walked around the desk, straddling his lap. Her skirt rode up, exposing her thighs. "And if you're going to war, you need soldiers."

Malik looked at her, seeing the fire in her eyes. "I don't need soldiers, Kendra. I need silence."

"Then make me," she challenged, grinding her hips against him. "Make me forget my own name."

Malik didn't hesitate. He gripped her @ss and stood, carrying her to the wall. He pinned her there, kissing her hard enough to bruise. This wasn't about pleasure; it was about claiming territory.

He tore her blouse open, buttons pinging onto the floor. He unhooked her bra, freeing her bre@sts, and took a nipple into his mouth, biting down softly. She gasped, her head falling back.

"I need you inside me," she demanded.

Malik freed his hard d!ck, stroking the thick length. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He lined his c#ck up with her wet entrance and thrust deep, filling her in one stroke.

"Yes!" she cried out.

He f#cked her against the wall, hard and relentless. The friction was intense, a desperate distraction from the looming threat. He buried his face in her neck, smelling her expensive perfume as he pounded into her tight p#ssy.

"Look at me," he ordered.

She locked eyes with him, her gaze hazy with lust. "Don't stop."

He felt her begin to tighten around him, her body spiraling toward the edge. He reached between them to rub her cl!t, pushing her over. She came with a scream, her walls clamping down on him.

Malik followed her over, burying himself deep and groaning as he emptied his c#m into her. They stayed like that for a moment, tangled together, listening to the rain batter the glass.

Suddenly, Malik’s phone buzzed on the desk. It was a text from an unknown number.

Watch your back.

He pulled away from Kendra, his expression hardening. The sanctuary had been breached, and the storm was finally breaking.

Teaser for Episode 6:

The threat turns violent as vandals target The Massage Palace. Malik realizes Damian isn't just after money; he wants to destroy him completely. Lia returns, finding the sanctuary in chaos, and offers a dangerous solution. The line between pleasure and survival blurs beyond recognition.

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