The Massage Palace - Episode 6
The Massage Palace - Episode 6
Malik arrived at The Massage Palace to find the sanctuary violated. The front door was splintered, the interior of the waiting area trashed. SASHA sat among the shattered glass, trembling, her usual sarcasm replaced by fear.
"They didn't take anything," she whispered. "They just… destroyed it."
Malik’s jaw tightened. This was Damian’s doing. A message.
"I'll handle it," he said, his voice low.
He moved to the suite to clean up, needing to wash away the violation. The door creaked open behind him. LIA stood there, clutching her cardigan, her eyes wide with horror at the state of the place.
"Malik?" she breathed. "What happened?"
"Just a break-in," he lied, not wanting to drag her into his war.
She walked in, closing the door. "I’m not helpless." She reached out, touching his arm. "I can help."
He looked at her, seeing the fierce protectiveness in her eyes. It softened him, cracked the armor he’d been wearing all day. He pulled her close, needing the comfort of her presence.
"I just need you," he murmured against her hair.
Malik lifted Lia onto the massage table, the silk the only clean thing left in the room. He kissed her softly, reverently, trying to banish the violence with tenderness. She responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his shirt.
"Make me forget," she whispered.
Malik undressed her quickly, baring her soft body to the dim light. He kissed a trail down her stomach, parting her thighs. He didn't tease. He leaned in and licked her slick folds, tasting her arousal.
She gasped, her back arching. "Malik…"
He sucked on her sensitive cl!t, alternating between gentle flicks and firm pressure. He slid two fingers inside her wet p#ssy, curling them to hit that spot that made her see stars. She gripped his hair, her moans filling the quiet room.
The taste of her, the feel of her, was the only antidote to the chaos outside. He felt her begin to tremble, her thighs squeezing his head.
"I'm close," she cried out.
He didn't stop. He worked her harder until she shattered, crying out his name as she came on his tongue.
Malik stood up and wiped his mouth. He unzipped his trousers, freeing his throbbing d!ck. He needed to be inside her, to claim something good in this ruined world.
He entered her slowly, staring into her eyes. "You're safe with me."
"I know," she breathed.
He began to move, his strokes deep and measured. It was a slow burn, a reclaiming of his sanctuary. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The pleasure built, a steady tide that drowned out the noise.
He felt her tighten around him again, and he let go, burying his face in her neck as he spilled his hot c#m deep inside her.
As they lay in the aftermath, the sirens wailed in the distance. Malik knew the truce was over. Damian had declared war, and Malik was ready to fight for what was his.
Teaser for Episode 7:
Malik takes the fight to Damian, but the rival has a twisted ace up his sleeve. Kendra uncovers a secret from Damian’s past that could destroy them both. Lia makes a shocking confession that changes everything between her and Malik. The final showdown begins.
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