The Downfall Of Malina Donovan - Book 2

Chapter Twenty Nine

Mature Warning

Weeks flew by as both Tom and Malina lead the group of Death Eaters. A couple days ago Tom made his fifth horcrux and Malina had spent the past couple days caring to him while he was in bed.

She didn't enjoy it of course, for he was demanding and rude but he was sick. His cheeks were hallowed and his skin was paler than normal, his eyes a tint of red from the tiredness.

But that all went away two days later and he was back on his feet, no sign of him ever splitting his soul into a fifth piece.

This meant that he became more cruel, less affectionate and less caring. Malina only noticed it slightly but didn't care for it, she liked Tom for who he was and that was a vile version of him.

Now, she was on her knees innocently looking up to him as he unbuttoned his pants, her eyes staring up at him through her eyelashes.

Did she like that way Tom spent each night with her? Yes. She enjoyed the way he touched her, the way he made her feel, and as he pulled down his underwear, she showed him how much she cared for him.

She bobbed her head, taking him inside her mouth, feeling powerful as he grabbed her hair and threw his head back, his mouth agape as she made him feel pleasure like he's never felt before.

"Fuck, Malina." He said to her, picking her up from the spot on the floor. He threw her against the wall and he back slammed against it, his lips attaching to her neck.

He kissed her furiously, different from his gentle kissed a week prior and she grabbed onto his arms, trying to keep herself steady.

"Tom-" She gasped, her eyes rolling to the back of her head se he trailed his kisses toward her chest, kissing her soft skin there.

She let out a loud moan when he slammed himself into her, furiously fucking her as she held onto him tightly.

The sounds of her moans made him go faster and she threw her head against the wall, her lips parted in bliss.

But when she looked back at him, their eyes clashing together, she couldn't help but let words slip, the words she's been meaning to tell him ever since her diary entry.

"I love you."

What she didn't expect was for him to drop her, his eyes widening as he watched the words form on her tongue.

She quickly covered her mouth with her hand as she watched him get dressed and she couldn't help but grab the hoodie next to her and pull it over her body, her mind instantly regretting the words.

When he finished he looked back at her. "No you don't" He said, his mind in rejection, in utter disbelief.

"But I do." She told him, stepping up toward him.

He didn't move when he said his words again, "No you don't"

"I do Tom. I love you!" She shouted, her eyes frantically searching his as his jaw clenched, his eyes filling with anger.

She felt the feeling of being squished through a tube and when she opened her eyes, they were on a cliff, the sound of crashing waves beside her and Tom pointing his wand at someone and that someone was her.