The Abode of Peace - Scenes of Antiquity

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

The only recognition she gave of pushing his buttons, was the slight widening of her eyes. He rose out of the steaming tub, water cascading over his shoulders, falling across the planes of his skin, across his flat abdomen. Her eyes would have continued to watch the water's path if it hadn't been for the fact that his hand clamped around her throat, forcing her head back. She felt the heat of his body through her wet clothes as his other arm wound around her waist like a band of steel, holding her prisoner against him.

"Love? Is that what you were going to say, Malik? Tell me, how it is love when you decide to go cram your cock into every whore of the Abode like some rutting bull? I didn't realize you liked the variety. Then why bother keeping me, hm?"

Was this it, then? Had they reached the end of their.... association?

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

Malik didn't reply to her. How could he? He neither had an answer nor an explanation. And he wasn't in the mood to talk about the Warrioress. The bitch had messed with his mind enough. He would never be ready to speak about her with Amaya. Maybe she would have to live with the fact that he had betrayed her by fucking each and every woman in the Abode and was now coming back to her as if he had done nothing wrong. But he wasn't ready to live without her. She could curse him all she wanted.

His fingers released her throat and his grip around her waist loosened, his eyes not leaving her face for several moments before their bodies separated. Then, Malik waded back in the water and picked up the soap from the floor of the tub, still on his knees as his feet touched the end of the tub. He had noticed her eyes when they had traced his exposed flesh all the way down to his waist as he had held her close against him. It made him growl inwardly, his arousal submerged, ready to be unleashed anytime. Now, she was about to watch him lather himself up.

The soap caressed his flesh as it slid up his left arm, then the smooth expanse of his chest before he transferred it to the other hand and glided it over his right arm, all the while watching her with a wickedly calm expression on his face. She could see the foam forming over his skin as he continued to slide his hands over his entire upper body. He reached one hand behind to cover his back but paused suddenly, his eyes shooting up to her face with a shameless grin. He didn't speak but merely started to move towards her once again.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

He didn't answer her. She half expected that. She slid down further into the water, but no matter how much she wanted to look elsewhere, her eyes kept straying back to him. They watched the soap slide across his skin. It wasn't fair! And...and... it was downright.... sinful. She shot him a glare in response to that look lurking deep in his eyes that he didn't bother to try to hide. Damn him to hell.

He started toward her and she scooted around the tub, staying out of his reach. he had manhandled her enough. She was in no mood for more of it.

"You just stop right there, Malik. Do not come any closer."

If he kept coming closer, she was going to get out that warm tub. She rather not leave it, but she would even if it meant sitting on the bench, shivering and catching a chill. Her eyes fastened on the dangling key around his neck. Maybe. Just maybe...

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He noticed her looking at the key that hung just over the V of his chest as he waded towards her. His lips curved in amusement before his eyes turned darker. If she was thinking of grabbing the key and escaping from here, she was seriously mistaken. She would be leaving him only when he wanted her to. Neither before, nor after. His last stride was quick as he latched onto her suddenly, one masculine arm curling around, a little above her waist, trapping her arm between as he yanked her delicate femininity against his hard, wet, soapy body. Malik's eyes fixed on hers.

"I need you to lather my back."

It was not a request. His other hand emerged from the water with a splash, the soap held between his fingers. He trailed the edge of the alkaline bar up along her shoulder, over her neck and slid it up her throat towards her chin, pausing there. He leaned in to brush his nose against her cheek before his mouth went to her ear once again, her body crushed against his, unable to escape. His whisper in her ear was hoarse.

"So, be a good little angel and do as I say. Hm?."

He leaned back and placed the soap between the fingers of her free hand, wrapping them around it, his gaze never leaving hers. Then, he slid both his arms around her gently once again and tugged her closer all the way until her chin was pressed against his chest, forcing her to look up, waiting for her to comply. She would have to put her arms around him in order to access his backside while they remained close together. There was no way she could have not felt his arousal breathing silently underneath, probing her belly just underneath the surface of the water.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Her eyes were fixated on that key. If only she could take it then.....

"I need you to lather my back."

Her eyes shot up to his chin and for a second, they wouldn't lift higher than his chin. He wanted her to do what? Was he serious? He passed the bar of fragrant soap over her shoulder, down her neck and up her throat, causing her to elevate her chin. Under the water, her fingers curled into fists just before he slapped the slippery bar into her hand.

Be a good angel? Do what he says? She almost growled in anger. Damn thick headed, arrogant, insufferable.... her fingers curled around the bar and squeezed. She was about tempted to try and shove that bar up his ass.

She turned her head slightly. Her lips whispered across his jaw.

"Go to hell, Malik. I am not washing you."

She threw the bar across the room. It hit the wall or the floor, she couldn't be sure which, with a soft thud.

"Now I demand you let me out of here."

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

"Demand!? God woman! You are one..."

He let out an exasperated breath as she threw the soap away and continued to defy him. He tilted his head, lips curving into thoughtful wickedness and considered her for a minute, his body ever so slowly rubbing against her, letting her know, if it wasn't already apparent, how much he wanted her, his arm around her dropping lower only to shamelessly squeeze her ass once and crush her against him even further. His mouth moved close to her ear for another whisper.

"Fine."

Malik released her from his clutches as she sank downwards before regaining her balance. He moved back in the water, extending his hand out from the tub and picking up the bar of soap that had rebounded off the wall and fallen just a few inches near the wooden bathtub that they both were sitting in. His eyes were on her even as he grabbed the bar.

"I'm not letting you out of this room yet. You can either stay in the water or out there, shivering. Your choice."

Without waiting for her to choose, he rose from the water and stood in the tub, all seventy two inches of him towering over her, except his feet that were still submerged under water, as some of the droplets clung to his flesh, the rest of the liquid dripping back into the tub. His naked masculinity was staring her right in the face in the lewdest manner possible as he began lathering the rest of his body, starting with his abdomen before the soap traveled south. He took his time as the foam started to develop over his thighs, then his buttocks, his scrotum, and finally his erect penis. Dark eyes watched fiery hazel ones intently, noticing her every move, every expression, every emotion.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She jerked her body away from his rubbing. Although, in a moment of insanity, she had thought about turning her head and biting him. She could tear the key from around his neck and escape. She shrank back under the water when he released her, glaring at him the whole time. Her eyes couldn't stray away from him for long. How could they? He was standing right there, in her face. She watched his soapy hands move lower and lower down his body. She simply quit breathing the moment his hands wrapped around his cock. Tearing her eyes away, she glanced at the chamber's walls, shifting from one wall to the door, to the wall beyond.

Malik was entirely too male. He oozed sensuality. She wasn't sure if he deliberately cultivated it or he just wasn't aware of it. The latter she sincerely doubted. If the whores fell all over themselves for him, she could only imagine what other women, beyond these walls did. She was tired of it. She was tired of not knowing her place where he was concerned. Whores were females. They weren't just objects. But it was his views that bothered her. He went on a rampage through the Abode. He went from female to female, looking for what exactly? Or was he trying to work something ... or someone.... out of his system?

She should have guarded her heart better. She should not have listened to that whispering little devil inside her. But it was too late for all that now. She had set into motion something of a force. There was little choice but to see it through.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

Malik smirked as he continued to watch her with unabashed pleasure, his hands roaming the breadth and the length of his dark flesh, all the way from his neck to his thighs. Then, one massive leg emerged from the water as he rested his foot on the edge of the tub, his thighs automatically parting wider. The hard-on that he was now sporting, even though partially hidden by the foam covering it, was unmistakable, like a pole jutting out from between his legs.

Malik bent down slightly to lather his knees and calves, the key dangling from his neck, his eyes and ears wary of any movements that Amaya might be tempted to attempt. Once his left leg was thoroughly done, he set his foot back inside the water and repeated the procedure with his right leg. When both feet were planted firmly in the tub, his fingers went up to apply extra soap over his genitals.

"I want to make sure you don't smell anyone else's...stench on me."

His tone was slightly sarcastic, slightly amused, but mostly just full of wickedness that showed through his eyes as well. His fingers slid over the slick shaft before they curled. Dark meat covered in white. He stroked himself shamelessly in front of her before squeezing his own sac and massaging it gently, his other hand gliding over the wetness that blanketed the smooth expanse of his chest. Fingers moved from base to tip before gripping the length once again, one large thumb flicking over the mushroomed tip. There was a soft sound in the back of his throat as his eyes darkened, gazing at her with unbridled lust.

"I'm not that hideous that you have to look away, am I?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Amaya rolled her eyes as he spoke.

"Are you finished yet? I'd like to get out of here and into some dry clothes."

Silently she cursed. How long did it take someone to wash their body anyway? It's not like she didn't already know what he looked like. She knew every inch of his body. And his damn personal male parts. She shot him a look that could have easily roasted him. She didn't miss the way his eyes suffused with lust. He had just worked his way through the whores of the Abode and he was still horny?

The water in the tub was starting to cool but the atmosphere around them was even cooler. She sunk down into the water until just her chin rested on the surface. He could just go fu... Her eyes closed and she folded her arms over her chest.

"Let me know when you are finished so we both can get out of here."

Wait, Amaya. Patience. A moment will come. You'll be ready when it does.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

Her reactions and her facial expressions didn't go unnoticed. Something stirred inside him. He wasn't sure what it was. Maybe it was because she had stopped fighting him. At least the intensity had decreased. He knew she was cursing him inwardly though. Simmering underneath the insults he had layered upon her. He couldn't help it. Malik's fingers stopped rubbing his cock as he silently slid back down into the lukewarm water and rinsed himself thoroughly before stepping out of the wooden tub, water dripping from his dark flesh all over the floor, and grabbing a towel for himself. He placed another towel for Amaya on the edge of the tub where she was crouched down, slightly shivering in the pool of liquid that they had just bathed in. At least he had.

"Here...use this before you catch a cold."

Once his body was dry enough, he pulled some of his clothes from the hollow space in the wall and placed them on the bench, his eyes gazing down into hers with a serene expression. It almost seemed as if he was tired of whatever he had been trying to do. What was he trying to do anyway? Force her to fuck him? No. They both knew he was not going to do that. What else? Somehow erase everything that had happened? Not possible either. He knew the Warrioress would come back to haunt him at some point.

"You can wear whatever you like from these. I don't have any...other clothes that would fit you here at the moment."

Malik stepped back towards the bench and started dressing himself into a fresh pair of garments, his eyes leaving her face, but attentive to her movements. His demeanor might have calmed but the rage, frustration and helplessness was still boiling within him. It wouldn't take much provoking for it to spill out once again. Even though he was planning to try his best to keep his temper under control around her. After all, it was not her fault. She was the one who was hurt. He was the one who had hurt her. And it had been killing him inside ever since.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Her eyes watched him leave the tub. Finally, they were getting out of the water! As she stood up in the tub, water slid from her clothes. There was only one thing to do. Gathering the material in her hands, she yanked the sodden dress from her body, tossing it on the floor before reaching for the towel as she stepped from the tub.

She could feel her skin tighten in response to the cold. Goosebumps dimpled her flesh. Her nipples tightened into tight hard buds that ached. She ignored all that as she concentrated on rubbing her body with the towel, giving her skin a rosy hue. Holding the towel against her, she sorted through the clothes Malik pointed to and chose one of his tunics to wear. Discarding the towel, she donned it. The material floated over her body, hanging off her slender frame. It fell below her knees. One shoulder was bared as the top part of the tunic slid down her arm. When she tugged it back up, the other side slipped down. Silently she cursed her petite frame.

With dry clothes on, her body was beginning to thaw out. The towel was still in her hand and she used it to dry her hair. The tunic was threatening to slip from her shoulders altogether. On top of her current frustration with Malik, his clothes were threatening to make her growl. That part wasn't his fault. She didn't understand men. Would she ever? Maybe she expected too much and she was forgetting her place. Maybe, she had been a whore. She no longer slept with anyone but Malik, not since she was told he had paid for all of her time. Why did he feel the need to penetrate every woman in the place? Was she no longer enough for him? She knew he had found completion with each of them. She had gotten more than an earful about it. At some point, each of them had made a snide remark in her hearing. It had felt like a nail being driven into her. She tugged his shirt back up on her shoulders. She grabbed a fistful of the material just above her breasts to keep it there.

"May I leave now?"

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

His eyes couldn't help but glance at her dripping wet body, the material of her dress clinging to her flesh, showing the lovely curves of her hips, the taut nipples and her skin that glowed like a flower as she exited the bath tub and started drying herself using the towel he had provided.

Malik's mind was wandering. Taking him to places he never wanted to go. But he had no control over it. The Warrioress was messing with his head. He knew he was going to have to visit her at some point. A part of him wanted to visit her. Needed to visit her. The back of his throat made a soft sound as he turned his eyes away from Amaya and down to the floor as he stood near the bench waiting for her to don the clothes.

He knew there was no point in forcing his angel to submit to his wishes when they obviously were not going to discuss about why he had gone on a rampage through the Abode and dipped his cock into each and every whore's cunt before returning to her. What made it worse was that even though he was not going to touch any of those whores again, he was going to go back to that...bitch! He often wondered why, after the humiliation he had suffered. Did he want revenge? Maybe. Was he going to get it? Maybe not. But maybe he wanted something else. Something...more.

His eyes finally gathered the courage to look at her for some length of time as she bunched his tunic around her body and spoke. Earlier, when he had been leering at her like a horny animal, it was pure lust and wanton passion, the shame and guilt hiding behind all of it. He decided to let her leave. If that's what she really wanted, he was not going to stop her anymore. He needed to clear his head before he saw her again. Unless she wanted to see him again or talk to him now? And demand answers or something? She wasn't going to get any. Neither now, nor later.

He moved towards the door, the same one that they had entered from, unlocked it using the key dangling around his neck, opened it all the way and stood there in silence, staring down at the floor. Do you really want to leave? When will I see you again? His pride and stupid stubbornness were not letting him speak the words that were almost at the tip of his tongue. A part of him was hoping she would leave before he lost control over himself and the rage possessed him again, making him take hold of her and..., while another part of him was hoping she would just stay willingly. For what, he had no idea.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

He moved to the door. Was he going to finally let her out? She watched quietly as he unlocked the door. He couldn't even look at her. That wasn't surprising. She moved then, toward the open doorway but when she reached it, she paused. Her eyes wandered over his form.

"Malik?"

Her voice was deceptively soft and gentle. He lifted his head to look at her. Everything she felt, every ounce of anger and yes, betrayal and hurt, coiled in her like a snake waiting to strike. Her hand found his face as she slapped him hard, leaving an imprint of her fingers across his cheek.

"You are a royal bastard and I hate you."

Her verbal hatred lacked conviction and she hated herself for it. Amaya started to slip from the doorway, hellbent on putting as much space between them as she could. She hated herself for being so torn. On one hand she wanted to never see his face again and on the other hand, she wanted to stay and find a way to comfort him. Life sometimes handed out a rotten hand. More importantly, she hated that it was one she had to play.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He shouldn't have been surprised by what she did next. But he was. Malik wasn't expecting it. He wasn't prepared, neither in mind nor in body. Amaya's palm landed against his defenseless cheek as she swung it hard and declared her hatred for him. He wasn't convinced, of course. She might be angry. But he knew she loved him deep inside.

His eyes initially stared at her in disbelief for a moment before he swallowed, the rage surfacing once again. He had warned her once before when she had hit him. But she had done it again anyway. And what was he going to do? Nothing! Damn it! He was fuming. One hand holding the knob, his other stretched out to grab her arm after taking one large step towards her as she started to slip away through the open door. Malik yanked her body against him roughly as his hand swiftly released the grip on her arm only to curl around her slim waist.

Their eyes met once again as they stood on the edge of light and darkness. She had been trying to put distance between them ever since he had entered the church. He was not going to let that happen. At least not until it was in his power to do so. The only bad part about all this was that he needed the anger inside him to be able to keep her close and not let her leave. His eyes pierced hers as he spoke in a calm tone, yet with a slightly shaky voice.

"No, you don't."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

No she didn't. Damn him. Amaya slammed against his rock hard chest. His arm was like a band of steel around her waist, holding her firmly against him. No matter how angry she was with him, she did not hate him. She couldn't. Her heart was cracking. It felt like it had been splintering ever since his rampage through the Abode. She had lifted her chin defiantly at his words, her eyes barely able to maintain the fire of anger in them. The muscles in her jaw and cheek, moved. Her hands found his chest and shoved against it.

"Let me go, Malik."

Those simple four words held a wealth of meaning behind them. She wasn't about to articulate what she meant by them. Right now, she just wanted to put as much space between them as she could manage. She wanted out of this intimate cozy place with him, away from being pressed against him, as he reminded her, by just standing there, why she didn't hate him. She wanted to retreat to her room and lock the door, to lock the world out with doing so. She wanted to crawl into her bed and curl into a ball and weep. She wanted to forget why she was in this predicament in the first place and who she had to blame for it.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He held her firmly in his grasp as she spoke. Her words had no effect on him as far as releasing her was concerned. They did annoy him a bit though. She was beginning to annoy him. The tiny little fists of fury tried to push him away from her once again as they pounded on his chest lightly. He stared down into her eyes and spoke in a harsh tone.

"Let you go? You have been saying that to me all bloody day, Amaya. Is that what you really want me to do? Let you go?"

Their gaze held for several seconds before he spoke again. His body ever so subtly rubbed against hers. They were both clothed now. But his arousal pressing against the softness of her belly was hard to ignore. Literally. His fingers slid slowly up her spine. His other hand moved slowly up her arm before large fingers spread just underneath her chin and grasped her throat gently.

"Well, I'm not ready to let you go now."

His hand that was traveling up her back now slid into her hair briefly, fingers treading through it, before dropping back down to cup the firm roundness of her buttock, pulling her against him while the fingers of his other hand applied gentle pressure over her neck. There was a grunt inside his throat. On one hand, he wanted to comfort her, make sweet passionate love to her. On the other hand, he just wanted to shove her up against the wall and ram the fuck out of her femininity, just the way he knew she enjoyed it, angry at him or not. Then Malik's words resounded in her ears like a sultry whisper as he leaned in and placed his mouth as close to her whorl as possible without touching it.

"I am never going to let you go, my angel. Get that stamped in your pretty little head right now. I might have become weak there for a moment, earlier. Not anymore."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

His harsh tone slid through her. Warning bells were sounding in her head, but she was in no mind to heed them. His eyes stared down into her own. They were hard and angry. He was aroused, she could feel him pressing into her belly. When his fingers spread across her throat, she barely managed to swallow. His words weren't menacing but his actions were, but she believed he would never truly do her harm. His head came closer to her own. His cheek brushed against hers, she could feel his breath brush against the shell of her ear though his lips didn't touch her.

"You were weak, Malik. Whatever drove you to it, you gave in and fucked every whore in the Abode but your own. I resent you for that. I resent you for putting me in a situation where all I could do was bite my tongue while they bragged and rubbed my nose in the fact that you came to them. They delighted in the telling of how you took them. Like an angry animal.

Well go to hell, Malik. I wouldn't fuck you for all the gold that you could heap upon this establishment."

Her voice was hardly above a whisper. She didn't give a fig if she angered him. She didn't care if his fingers squeezed around her neck tighter. His hand, now on her ass, held her pressed against him, tightly. Not so tightly that she couldn't slip a hand down between their bodies and cupped his jewels. Her fingers curling around them with a bit of pressure. He had her neck. She had his testicles. It was a stand-off as far as she was concerned.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He listened to her patiently, leaning back, all the while staring down into her eyes with the same stubbornness that he was so proud of. She could call him weak if she wanted to. He didn't care. She could resent him for what he had done. He knew she still loved him. What happened, had happened. He was sick and tired of hearing about it. He was sick and tired of the Warrioress. Except that he really wasn't.

"I never believed you fucked me for gold, Amaya. Did you? I don't think so. You fucked me because you like it. You're addicted to me. Just like I'm addicted t-t..."

A soft groan escaped his throat, cutting him mid-sentence as he felt his jewels being squeezed. Her slender arm had managed to slide down, her nimble fingers between his legs while they were arguing, standing at the entrance of the bathhouse. His eyes widened with wicked delight as she touched him. He would have not been worried if she wasn't in the mood that she was in. His testicles were far from safe in those tiny fingers. If she was thinking she could gain an upper hand with such moves, she was sadly mistaken.

He could have easily pulled the arm away using his other hand that was lingering over her buttock and hip area. The arm that was trying to foolishly threaten him by cupping his jewels. Instead what he did surprised even the hell out of him. His fingers that had softened their grip on her throat clamped down on her neck suddenly, tightly. His arm lifted her entire body in the air, by the neck, choking her at the same time as he thrust her back against the wall next to the open door with one hand, her upper back hitting the stone, his body shoving up against her, her legs dangling in the space below on either side of his frame. Once his eyes were at level with her breasts, her fingers were away from between his legs and hands were free enough only to poke him in the eye or hit him on the head if she dared or was stable enough from the sudden jerk, he spoke in a menacing tone, trapping her fiery self between himself and the wall, his fingers loosening the grasp just enough so as not to damage her pipes.

"If you don't want to fuck me, then don't try to touch my balls. I, on the other hand, intend to fuck you. You can decide if you want your hands tied up or free. I am sick of listening to you and your bullshit about what I did, and how you don't want me..."

He stopped abruptly, breathing fire, his eyes turning dark as they gazed up into hers.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

That pause was the wrong thing. Of course, it didn't help that she was squeezing his testicles at the time. He was addicted to whom? That woman? Whoever she was. The one he couldn't seem to get out of his head? The same one she was almost certain was the reason for his fuck fest through the Abode. But she lacked the opportunity to accuse him of it because his hand had significantly tightened around her windpipe. He actually lifted her off the floor mere inches at the most, but enough to cause a flicker of fear in her eyes. Her upper back hit the stone wall.

The fear gave way to anger. He dared? He intended? Her foot, still dangling off the floor, drew back as she kicked him in the shin. She would have howled in pain the moment she had done it, but his hand around her throat made that pretty impossible. If anything, she managed a soft squeak at best. God, she hoped she caused him some pain at least.

Her voice was raspy, bruised from his grip but she could breathe at least.

"What are you going to do, Malik? Rape me? Because I'm not going to let you fuck me willingly. I thought I had made that clear or has something gone wrong with your hearing as well?"

Her gem colored eyes held a contradictory look. One moment it was icy, the next it flared with fire. The best swords were forged in fire and water at the same time. It seemed fitting that he see she had been forged the same way.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

The word caused Malik to twitch and growl soft under his breath as he continued to hold her against the wall, his fingers tight enough around her neck while his upper body sandwiched her between stone and flesh. Flesh that had undergone the fate she had just mentioned. The Warrioress had raped him, even though a part of him had secretly enjoyed the pleasure she had imparted, until...until the bitch had teased, tormented, and left him high and dry, tied to the tree. Was he about to rape his angel? He wasn't entirely sure.

Her puny little attempts at kicking him didn't cause him the slightest harm. Her words had caused him more harm than anything else ever could. But he knew her words were only a reflection of his own actions. Couldn't they just forget the whole thing? Right now. Why was she hell bent on making it difficult for him? He wanted her. It was as simple as that. And she was supposed to give herself to him whenever he needed her. Hadn't that been their mutual agreement? Their unwritten, unspoken contract?

Malik lowered his gaze for a second and closed his eyes, thinking, breathing, his hand still clutching her throat. Then as if out of nowhere, his other hand slid down and around the back of her thighs, once again grabbing her legs firmly against his body. His hand that was choking her moved away from her neck and grabbed her upper body, while his other hand shoved her up in the air a few inches before he flung her onto his shoulder and turned towards the other door of the bathhouse, after shutting the one that they had come in through. His hand remained around the back of her thighs. A different key was retrieved from a tiny, almost hidden crevice in the wall on the left of the huge wooden door that they were about to open. He had no choice but to use his free hand in order to do it. Maybe he should have tied her hands first. And her legs as well. He knew how feisty she was. In time, he thought. The bathhouse had received enough footage. It was time for a change of atmosphere.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She never could tell what was going on in that closed, hard head of his. Never. He was closed mouthed when it came to his emotions. He seldom telegraphed his actions either. Such was the case now. To be honest, she hadn't known what he was going to do.

"MALIK!"

She managed to get out from her throat. It wasn't from the pressure he had exerted, but rather, surprise. She found herself hauled over his shoulder again. The man was denser than a camel.

"PUT ME DOWN!!"

Like that was going to happen.

"WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME? DAMN IT, MALIK. I SAID, PUT ME DOWN!!"

She tried kicking her legs but he had one arm around the back of them. But her hands. Balling her hands into fists she pummeled his back repeatedly. Forget the damn camel. He was about as smart as a withered palm tree. When he set her down, wherever the hell it was they were going, she was going to give him hell. A woman scorned would have nothing on her. She was damn tired of being the calm, serene, flower. He was going to find out that his angel had horns. If she could just lift her head instead of it being bounced around, her forehead thumping against his back.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

There was a room on the other side. Malik closed the door behind them and walked straight into the center of the space. It was well lighted. Neither too dark, nor too bright. Just right. There was a large wardrobe in one corner and a mirror right next to it on the wall, below which was a dresser. A large chair lay in the adjacent corner. Her fists kept attacking him while she screamed in his ears, even half hung upside down over his shoulder. He slapped her bottom firmly with the hand that was not holding onto her legs.

"Stop yelling. Do you want me to gag your mouth shut?"

The thought of gagging her mouth did amuse him as he chuckled wickedly just before throwing her onto the large bed that was positioned against the wall opposite to the mirror. It was a luxurious chamber compared to most of the rooms of the Abode that she might have been in. Moreover, it was his own private space. And more than enough for the two of them.

"There. I've put you down. Did you have to shout and beat me?"

He towered over her, an evil glint in his eyes, standing near the edge of the bed that she had just been dumped on. He was going to give her a few seconds to come to her senses and realize where he had brought her. Not that she had been here before. But now that she knew, he had every intention of bringing her here more often. That was for the future, however. And he didn't care what she said, there was going to be a future for the two of them. Together. Probably not here in the whorehouse, but somewhere else. Right now, his mind was traveling in a few different directions, as he tried to shut out the Warrioress from his head and concentrate on his angel.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

The slap on her backside stung, but she wasn't sure if she which she was startled by it, hurt because he did it or the actual physical discomfort she felt.

"Stop yelling. Do you want me to gag your mouth shut?"

Gag? Her? Okay. The thread of being gagged caused her to clamp her lips closed. Firmly. But it didn't stop her from mentally calling him an arrogant, asinine, jackass. God, she wanted to cram that chuckle down his throat and make him gag on it. Bracing her hands on his back she lifted her head as far up as she could. Where were they? It wasn't her room. Her body shifted from his shoulder, hung suspended in air for a second or two then was plummeted downward and felt herself hit a...a...bed. Wasting no time, she scurried across the mattress to press her back against a wall before she took the time to look at her surroundings.

"Where are we? Where did you bring me to this time?"

He had access to a private room? Were they still in the Abode? She assumed so. There was a glint in his eyes she wasn't so happy to see. He just kept making her angry. Oh. She wasn't about to stay here, damn him. She started to scramble off the bed. She was leaving. Now.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He was staring at her intently, watching her every reaction right from the moment she crashed onto the bed to when she started her attempts at scrambling off of it and escaping. That was not going to happen. Not yet. He wasn't finished with her. His lips curved into a wicked grin as her lips closed shut at the mention of being gagged. Oh how he wanted to gag that sweet mouth of hers, but with his...

She was looking around the room, her back pressed back against the wall, her mind thinking of ways to flee, like a cornered little pet.

"Do you like it?"

He glanced around his private chambers before gazing back down into her beautiful eyes. But she had already begun scurrying off the mattress. Malik was quick to react, his knees shifting over the bed as he climbed up and seized her arm just as she was about to hit the floor. Her body got yanked in the opposite direction to which she was moving before her side hit his broad muscular frame. He growled at her.

"Not so fast!"

His hand was clutching her one arm with one hand while his other hand moved quickly to pin her other arm against her side before it curled around to her front and tugged her, inch by inch, slowly, all the way against him, both of them kneeling on the bed.

"I have brought you to my humble little home inside the Abode. Do you like it, my angel? You know, you are the first woman ever to be in this bed with me."

His voice was calm this time. He breathed down the back of her neck before his head dipped further on one side over her shoulder, his stubble brushing against the softness of her cheek. Malik whispered while his body remained pressed firmly against her behind.

"Oh don't be angry with me, Amaya."

It was neither a request nor an order. Although he knew they were far from being on the same page at the moment. Whatever he said, might have little effect on her right now, unless he told her the truth. Even then, he wasn't sure how it would help him, considering the fact that he was going to visit the Warrioress again at some point. He was not going to tell her anything though. She would have to shove aside her anger somehow. He didn't care how she did it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Her sudden encounter with his broad frame made her blink and gasp softly as her body was hauled back against him. Amaya truly thought she had slipped away before his grasp could find her. Unfortunately for her, that was simply not the case. His body was solid and warm. His low, husky growl in her ear was doing wicked things to her body. NO! She was angry with him. Surely he didn't expect her to simply get over it just because he wanted to fuck, did he?

His arm pinned her free arm to her body as he continued to talk. Why couldn't he just get it through his thick head? Oh and she should feel honored somehow that she was the first woman on this bed with him? His breath was heated against the back of her cold, exposed neck. The stubble of his whiskers created a sensuous feeling as he rubbed his cheek against hers. His voice was low and even as he spoke. His body pressed against the back of hers and for her part, she was still against him, letting him speak.

"You should have thought about that before you worked your way through the brothel, Malik."