The Massage Palace - Episode 9

 The Massage Palace - Episode 9

The city was a blur of gray rain and neon, indifferent to the fall of an empire. MALIK stood in a nondescript safe house—a loft apartment in the warehouse district—staring out at the storm. The Massage Palace was gone, boarded up by yellow tape, but he still wore the scent of sandalwood and sex like armor.

A heavy knock rattled the metal door. He didn't draw a weapon; he knew that knock.

KENDRA pushed past him, soaking wet, her heels clicking angrily on the concrete floor. She looked wild, her usually perfect hair plastered to her head.

"You disappeared," she snapped, throwing her wet coat onto a crate. "You left me to deal with the police alone."

"I left you to deal with the lawyers," Malik countered, turning to face her. "You're good at that. I'm good at surviving."

"I didn't survive," she hissed, stepping into his personal space. "I negotiated. I met with Damian."

Malik’s eyes darkened. "And?"

"He thinks he won," she said, a cruel smile touching her lips. "But he doesn't know who he's dealing with. He let slip his schedule. His private meeting tonight. At the port."

"What are you saying, Kendra?"

"I'm saying," she whispered, trailing a finger down his bruised chest, "that if you want your kingdom back, you have to burn the competition to the ground. And I brought the matches."

She grabbed him by the belt, pulling him close. "But first, I need you to remind me why I chose your side."

Malik grabbed the back of her neck, crushing his mouth to hers in a violent, hungry kiss. There was no gentleness here, only the desperate need to feel alive in the face of ruin. He backed her up against the cold concrete wall, his hands tearing at her clothes.

She fumbled with his zipper, freeing his hard d!ck. He grabbed her thigh, hauling her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He wasn't waiting for foreplay. He drove into her wet p#ssy in one ruthless stroke.

"Yes," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Take it back."

He f#cked her against the wall, hard and deep, his thrusts punishing. The slap of skin against skin echoed in the empty loft. He bit her neck, marking her, claiming her as his ally in this war.

"Is this what you need?" he growled in her ear.

"I need to win," she moaned.

He reached between them, his thumb finding her cl!t and rubbing rough circles. The pleasure spiked, sharp and intense. She threw her head back, screaming as she came, her body clenching around him like a vice.

Malik followed her over, burying himself deep and filling her with his hot c#m. They stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, their steam rising in the cold air.

Malik pulled away, adjusting his clothes. His eyes were cold, calculated.

"Give me the location," he said. "Tonight, Damian learns that you don't touch the King."

Teaser for Episode 10:

Malik confronts Damian at the docks for a final, brutal showdown. But Damian has a hostage—Lia. Malik is forced to make an impossible choice: his revenge or the woman he loves. The series barrels toward its explosive conclusion.

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