Beauty And the Grifter

Chapter 3

"this what you want" Malik grabbed ahold of the petite woman's head bringing them both within inches of each other.

Mila knew coming to his home would lead to this. She could try and hide the fact that she never wanted to let go of the unruly man. His love was like no other, passionate and unforgiving.

His affection for her remained the reason why she stayed without taking heed to others words about him.

"Yes" she was breathless. Watching him seductively take her in, his gaze only made her core ache with desire.

He loved to tease her.

"Aight' baby"

Oblivious to what was to come. Mila was swept off her feet and led to the couch of the movie room. Amazed at his strength, Malik picked her up as if she weighed nothing while her ex use to struggle just to give a piggy back ride.

She preferred Meekie over anybody else. No one could compare to the thrill.

"Tell me where you want it first" he kissed along her clothed leg and removed her sneakers.

"Want what?" She focused her eyes onto the action before her.

"My tongue" he spoke. Sliding her other sneaker off of her feet displaying her black socks, her feet hanging off the side of his lap.

"Everywhere"

"I know"

He began his attack. Sliding his tongue up and down her neck leading to her breast. Not one spot left untouched, this man wanted all of her and she wanted to give it to him.

Her back arched when his assault on her stomach right about her core started. She just needed his tongue a little bit, and she would have her fix.

Than the most unbelievable thing happened.

His phone rang.....

"Leave it" she told him. Pulling his face downwards to her own but the device above taunting him, was more powerful.

"Malik! Leave it" she demanded but his hand was already reaching to receive the call.

That was Malik, he always answered his phone. Even if it was three a.m and he was just about to have the most mind blowing s*x, he'd answer without a second thought.

Mila knew why. He was a busy man and people needed his attention everywhere. Whether that was to show them the latest 'glitch' or to talk about their failure to con other innocent souls.

"Yo!" He answered.

Mila huffed, turning her gaze to the big screen.

"Tell em' if he don't go to the bank tonight ima come lookin' for him" removing his body from her, Malik sat back still rubbing Mila's covered feet.

"Man tell Cino to call me" he replied to whoever was on the other line before ending the call.

Without another word spoken he retrieved the discarded sneakers and placed them securely back onto Mila.

"Take a ride with me" he simply said. Mila held his gaze with furrowed brows.

Is he crazy?!

"Whyyy..."

"Just for a second M"

"No"

"Man M, come on"

"No, no, no! I'm not going anywhere until I get what I came here for"

Mila was angry with Malik. How could he expect her to drive around the city with him after he left her hot and bothered. This was only supposed to be for clarity but the man seduced her into wanting more.

Malik sighed heavily. Clearly stressed with his business and now Mila.

"We coming right back, I gotta go do something real quick" he tried to reason.

Mila scuffed and removed her legs from Malik's lap. Looking around
the floor for nothing in particular, Mila patted her pockets and exited the movie room.

"Take me home" she stood by the front door with her arms crossed. She was not only denied s*x but also her time was taken by some idiot man.

"So we not gonna talk?" Malik egged on.

Mila was in no mood to argue. The desire she once had replaced vastly with rage. Standing still by the front door she checked her cuticles and began sighing heavily.

"Hello? You not gonna answer me"

Silence. That's all he would get from her.

"You something else" he laughed pulling her into a bone crushing hug. Mila never responded only allowed the contact to come and go.

"I'll take you home but we not done alright"

"Yea"

He wasn't done but Mila sure was after tonight.
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