The Massage Palace - Episode 7

The Massage Palace - Episode 7

Malik stood outside the sleek, glass facade of Elysian Touch, the rain plastering his shirt to his skin. He wasn't here for a negotiation. He was here to end it. He kicked the door open, the lock shattering. DAMIAN looked up from his desk, amusement flickering in his cold eyes.

"I was wondering when you'd come," Damian sneered. "Did you bring my list?"

"I brought your exit strategy," Malik growled. He lunged, grabbing Damian by the throat and slamming him against the floor. The fight was brutal and ugly, a clash of bone and fury. Malik's knuckles split open against Damian's jaw, but he didn't feel the pain. He just felt the rage. But Damian was dirty. He pulled a concealed knife, slicing a shallow gash across Malik's ribs. Malik recoiled, blood staining his white shirt. It gave Damian the opening to scramble away, gasping for air.

"You think you can win?" Damian spat blood on the carpet. "You're just a pimp in a silk robe."

Malik wiped his mouth, his eyes dark. "Get out. Stay away from my place, or next time, I kill you."

Damian scrambled out the door, leaving Malik alone in the pristine office. He was battered, bleeding, but he had won the battle.

Malik returned to the Palace, stumbling slightly. The lights were off, save for a single candle in the waiting area. KENDRA was there, sitting on the floor like a queen in exile. When she saw the blood, her mask of indifference cracked. She rushed to him, helping him to the suite.

"You idiot," she hissed, though her hands were gentle. "You could have been killed."

"He's gone," Malik rasped, sitting heavily on the edge of the table.

Kendra locked the door and turned back to him. She reached for the hem of his ruined shirt, peeling it away to reveal the cut on his ribs and the bruises blooming on his skin. "Let me clean you up," she commanded.

She wet a cloth with warm water and antiseptic. As she wiped the blood from his side, her touch lingered. She wasn't just healing a wound; she was staking a claim. Her f!ng3rs tr@c3d the l!n3s of his @bs, l0w3r and l0w3r, unt!l she brush3d the w@!stb@nd of his tr0us3rs.

"You're tr3mbl!ng," she wh!sp3r3d.

"It's the @dr3n@l!n3," he l!3d.

"No," she said, s!nk!ng to her kn33s in fr0nt of him. "It's because you're @l!v3."

She und!d his b3lt and pu!!3d his tr0us3rs d0wn. His c#ck was @lr3@dy h@rd, jutt!ng f0rth from the n3st of d@rk cur!s. She l00k3d up at him, her 3y3s bl@z!ng with a m!x of r!l!3f and lust.

"I n33d to t@st3 you," she s@!d.

She 3ngulf3d him with her m0uth, h0t and w3t. M@l!k gr0@n3d, his h3@d f@ll!ng b@ck. Her t0ngu3 sw!rl3d @r0und the s3ns!t!v3 h3@d, t3@s!ng the sl!t. She t00k him d33p, her thr0@t r3l@x!ng to @cc0mm0d@t3 his l3ngth. She s0ck3d him h@rd, her h@nd p0mp!ng the b@s3 in rhythm with her m0uth. The pl3@sure was sh@rp, cutt!ng thr0ugh the p@!n of his bru!s3s. He bur!3d his h@nds in her h@ir, gu!d!ng her m0v3m3nts.

"Just like that," he gr!tt3d 0ut.

She humm3d @g@!nst his sh@ft, the v!br@t!on s3nd!ng sh0ckw@v3s thr0ugh him. She cupp3d his b@lls, squ33z!ng g3ntly. It was t00 much. The c0mb!n@t!on of the f!ght and the s!ght of this p0w3rful w0m@n on her kn33s for him push3d him to the 3dg3.

"I'm g0!ng to c#m," he w@rn3d.

She d!dn't pu!! @w@y. She s0ck3d h@rd3r, her ch33ks h0ll0w!ng. With a guttur@l r0@r, M@l!k expl0d3d, f!ll!ng her m0uth with his h0t s33d. She sw@ll0w3d 3v3ry dr0p, l!ck!ng him cl3@n b3f0r3 r!s!ng to her f33t. She w!p3d her m0uth, a s@t!sf!3d sm!rk pl@y!ng on her l!ps.

"Now you're m!n3."

Teaser for Episode 8:

Lia returns to find Kendra in Malik's arms, shattering the fragile trust they built. Meanwhile, Damian launches a final, desperate attack—legal trouble that threatens to shut The Massage Palace down for good. Malik must choose between his heart and his empire.

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