The doors of the master bedroom clicked shut, and the outside world ceased to exist.

Malcolm didn't let my feet touch the floor. He carried me straight to his silk-draped bed, setting me down on the edge with a surprising gentleness.

His hands lingered on my bare thighs, smoothing upward along my skin, his thumbs parting my trembling knees until my pussy was fully laid for him.

He towered over me, naked and lethal. Down below, his massive shaft stood straight up against his abdomen.

It was ...