Page 87 of Ruined By a Devil

“Cain,” Malachi says. “He is the one who’ll escort you to the property, lock down the perimeter, and he won’t leave the place until I decide it’s safe.”

“But...”

“There’s no one I trust more with this than Cain, Jade,” he insists. “Trust me with this, okay?”

“Okay,” I remain completely still, the reality of it finally settling.

He is sending me away to keep me breathing, but he is staying behind in the absolute epicenter of the war, weaponizing himself as the distraction.

My heart aches at the realization and I reach out, my fingers sliding up the front of his shirt until I can feel the heavy, relentless thud of his heart.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game, Mal,” I tell him, my voice barely audible.

“I’m playing the only game that ends with us both alive,” he murmurs.

The packed duffel bags sit by the front door like a dead weight.

I didn’t realize that I was going to leave so soon, I thought I would have at least a few more days with Malachi before leaving for Ireland. And now every shadow in the bedroom feels heavier somehow, and every tick of the clock louder. We didn’t even talk about how fast the timeline would move, one day we were arguing over maps, and now the flight manifest is printed, the guards are briefed, and there are only hours left before Cain drives me to the airstrip.

Malachi walks into the bedroom, wearing a plain black t-shirt that clings to the broad line of his shoulders.

He stops at the edge of the bed, ignoring the bags by the door, but I know he sees them. “You’re staring.”

“I don’t get to see you wearing a t-shirt every day,” I force a smile. “You look hot.”

I don't wait for him to respond before I kick the blanket off, stand up, and cross the floor until I am standing right in front of him.

“Who’s staring now?” I ask, my voice quiet.

“You’re leaving in six hours, Jade,” he answers, his voice full of meaning.

“Then let’s not waste any time…”

I reach out, my fingers hooking into the waistband of his jeans, and pull him down hard against me. The control snaps between us instantly and there is no room for slow burn tonight or any hesitation. Malachi’s hands fly to my waist, his fingers digging into my skin with a bruising, desperate force that leaves zero doubt about what he’s feeling. He lifts me effortlessly, backing me up until the back of my legs hit the edge of the mattress and I tumble backward.

He follows me down, his weight settling over me in that familiar, comforting way.

He doesn't give me room to breathe before his mouth crashes down on mine, rough and demanding, tasting like coffee and whiskey. He strips my shirt away in one fast tug, his hands mapping every inch of my skin like he’s trying to memorize it before morning.

There is nothing but pure hunger and pain in him tonight, reminding me that this is the man who can kill someone without even breaking a sweat. And tonight, he’s putting that precision into undressing me before I can even keep up with the pace.

I feel his erection hard against my leg, but he doesn’t waste time before burying himself into me with a heavy, relentless rhythm, the bedframe slamming hard against the wall with every thrust.

Thankfully we don’t have any neighbors because every time we have sex, we’d end up with a police report. The thought alone distracts me for a second, and I open my mouth to tell Malachi the joke, but he shuts me up with his mouth before I can even make a sound, his tongue finding mine for a rhythmic dance together.

I hook my heels at his lower back, pulling him so tight against me there isn’t an inch of air left between our skin. We aren’t fighting for dominance tonight like we usually do. This is our countdown until the morning, every heavy, driving shift of his hips feeling like a clock ticking down to zero, and the panic sitting under my ribs is sharper than I would like to admit.

Malachi drops his forehead against my shoulder, his breath hot and ragged, his teeth catching the sensitive skin of my neck just hard enough to sting. He is holding on to me with the same desperation that’s making me tangle my fingers into his hair and hold onto him as strongly as if my life depends on it.

“Look at me,” he murmurs, his voice rougher than I’ve ever heard it.

When my eyes meet his, my vision still blurry, I notice how his gaze is entirely stripped of the cold armor he wears for the rest of the world. He’s showing up as the raw, exposed version of himself, terrified in a way he would never let anyone else see.

“Mal—” He suddenly changes the angle and his cock hits that sweet spot inside of me, as he drives deep with a desperate, unyielding surge, knocking the air out of my lungs causing me to cry out, my hands struggling to grip to the hard muscles of his shoulders as the wave breaks over us. “Yes! Right there!”

My inner muscles tense around his cock causing Malachi to groan into my skin, his whole frame going rigid, a long, shaking shudder tearing through him as his warm cum spills inside of me.

“Fuck, Jade,” he says, low on breath. “The way you milk every last drop of me so eagerly drives me insane.”