Sinister Intent (MF)

Pirates Cove 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 36,928
2 Ratings (4.0)

[Siren Classic]: BDSM, Contemporary, Small Town, Romantic Suspense, MF, HEA]

Jessa’s life changes dramatically when she meets Malik. He’s everything she’s dreamed of and more. Malik's eye is caught on the woman that comes into the bar. He’s furious when someone tries to take her from him, but he intervenes. Thinking it's over, tragedy happens. Now he has to keep her safe or lose her to a fate worse than death.

Sinister Intent (MF)
2 Ratings (4.0)

Sinister Intent (MF)

Pirates Cove 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 36,928
2 Ratings (4.0)
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Her body jerked around at the deep voice coming from above and beside her. Jessa was speechless when she realized the man she’d been trying to ignore was standing beside her. She also realized her mouth was hanging open and snapped it shut.

The guy was freakin’ hot, from the black hair that brushed his collar to his piercing bright blue eyes, to his large, muscled body. This was one of the most masculine men she’d ever seen, and his scent made her mouth water and her heart pound furiously in her chest. Her reaction to him was over the top and nothing like she’d ever experienced before.

He wore a black T-shirt that molded to his broad chest, showing his large muscular frame, and then he added a thin black leather jacket over it. With his faded jeans and cowboy boots, he looked like he could have been in a magazine. His presence radiated power and an abundance of testosterone that drew her towards him. She just couldn’t figure out why.

“What’s your name, darlin’?”


“My name is Malik. It’s very nice meeting you.”

Her breath hitched in her throat, her hands shaking at the acute sensations that rushed through her, from his warmth that seeped into every pore, to his musky, masculine scent that filled her lungs.

His dark complexion made his green eyes stand out. He had a strong chin and high forehead. His hands were huge, his forearms were thick with muscle, and the veins and tendons in his arms stood out, making him even more manly. There was nothing soft or weak about the man that sat with her.

 “You were staring at me.” Jessa grimaced. Really, that was the first thing out of my mouth?

* * * *

Malik’s mouth twitched. He inclined his head. “I was.”


His eyes slid over her, starting at her face and running slowly down her shirt, past her jeans to the tip of her black boots. She was a little bitty thing, but she had the curves that made his mouth water. Her wheat-colored hair was thick and fell past her shoulders. Seeing her up-close, he was able to see her features more clearly. Her eyes were unusual. He’d never seen this color very close to copper before.

“It makes me happy to look at you. You’re beautiful.” He paused when she shook her head. Malik took a step towards her. He closed the small gap until his legs pressed against her stool, grazing her outer thigh. He nodded. “Yes, you are. I’ve been watching you with your friends. All of you seem to be really out of place here, and it makes me wonder why you’re here.”


“Look at me, darlin’,” he said when her eyes slid away as she nervously looked for her friends. Her gaze jerked back to his. “Good girl.” He leaned an arm on the tall bar table and successfully blocked her view of everything except him. “I’ve never seen you here before. Why did the three of you decide on this bar?” He really wanted to know because this was the last place they should be.

Her tongue slid out to moisten her dry lips, and his eyes followed, his attention locked on her. “We’re celebrating Rylee’s and Lizbeth’s first year at their new business.”

He nodded slowly, his mouth lifting into a small smile at the picture of her undeniable attraction and desire. “I get that. But tell me this. You don’t look like the type of woman that’s comfortable with being in bars period, especially one like this.”

She bit down on her bottom lip, and she shook her head. “You’re right. We never go to bars. But we wanted to do something different, get out and experience new things.”

He was silent, watching her intently. “What do you think so far?”

She looked around the bar. “If I’m being honest? A little scary. It’s a lot of people, and a lot of noise.”

“Do you like men’s attention?” Malik already knew the answer after watching man after man ask her to dance and her turning them down every time.

She shook her head and looked him in the eyes. “No. It makes me uncomfortable.”

The corner of his mouth turned up. He had so many questions he wanted to ask her, but the loud country music blaring at them made conversation nearly impossible.

“Jessa, where do you work?”

She leaned closer so she could hear him. “I’m a florist at the Meadow Lane Galleries.”

He nodded. The Galleries sat on the small Main Street in a suburb of San Antonio, Texas. The area was popular with successful young adults just starting families. The low crime rate, high-end stores, and entertainment appealed to him.

“I like that area so much. I moved there years ago,” he said.

A smile spread across her face, lighting her eyes. “Really? I love the town. A person has everything they need, but they’re close to the city if they want more excitement.”

“What about you? What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a detective.”


“Really,” he said, smiling. “So, you work on Main Street, but where do you live?” He didn’t know why but he wanted to test her. He knew the Dom in him was going to push her a bit. He needed to see that she took care of herself. Did she put herself in dangerous situations? In his mind, she was putting herself in jeopardy just being in the bar, especially with what was going on at that moment. His protective instincts were in major overdrive with her, and he wasn’t going to question it. He’d listened to his instincts his whole life, and they were never wrong. Being a cop had honed them, and becoming a Dom several years ago just made them even sharper.




“Baby, you’re so tight, we’re going to have to go really slow at first.” His breath fanned her face before he pressed his lips gently to hers. The kiss rapidly gained heat, the demand growing stronger. He pulled his finger out only to thrust back in, going a little farther every time until he sunk his finger all the way in. His mouth moved down her neck, licking and nipping, making little moans and whimpers burst out from her.

Malik pulled his finger out of her tight clasp, moving up and dragging her shirt up and over her head.

“Keep your hands above your head,” he said, sweeping the shirt off and tossing it to the floor. He cupped one breast, weighing it, then lightly pinching her nipple.

Jessa’s body bowed, lighting streaking through her.

Malik’s tongue rasped against her throbbing nipples before drawing the tip into his mouth, sucking vigorously before moving on to the other one. His hand skimmed down her body, taking her panties with it before gliding slowly up her soft thigh. His finger circled her clit, lightly pinching it before he used that same finger and drove it into her cunt.

He brought his finger out and added a second one before pushing into her depths, stretching her. He continued with this for a bit and then added a third finger. He curved his fingers, gently rubbing on her sensitive spot.

“Come for me, baby.”

He covered her mouth with his, taking her scream inside of himself.

He could tell her release took her by surprise.

The look in her face enthralled him. She had confusion mixed with fear, a bit of curiosity, and it drove home how inexperienced she really was. Malik’s heart felt like it was coming out of his chest. He’d never felt such strong emotions, and he was overwhelmed at the feelings she brought out in him.

He quickly reached into his nightstand, pulled out a condom, and rolled it on before he spread her legs, making a spot for him between them. He cradled her face between his hands. He bent and gently fused their mouths together before hunger took over, plunging his tongue inside.

His mouth traveled down, biting softly at the spot on her neck that drove her crazy. Then he went down farther until his tongue caressed her swollen, aching nipples.

She moved restlessly between the mattress and his hard, heavy body. Her hands clutched around his bulging biceps, tensing when she felt his hardness nudge against her core.

“Shh, baby. Relax. I’ll go slow.” His breath was softly blowing against her ear, making a shiver run down her spine. He leaned up, so he was able to see her expressions and to see if he was hurting her. Malik was pleased to see her eyes glazed and infused with passion. He thrust in, gradually gaining ground, pushing through swollen wet tissue.

He exhaled when he was all the way in. He leaned down to kiss her lips.

* * * *

Her heart thundered in her chest. The feeling of fullness was almost overwhelming. She felt so stretched, pleasure mixed with just a little discomfort, which seemed to push her desire even higher. She took deep breathes, willing herself to relax.

“You’re doing so good, baby.”

He started slow and easy but soon thrust hard and deep, his hands holding her tight against his body, tilting her hips for the best penetration. Her second orgasm rose with rapid, aggressive intensity. She screamed as wave after wave of extreme pleasure ripped through her body, sending her falling in a kaleidoscope of colors and feelings that were racing through her.

She heard his guttural groan the same time he seemed to grow and harden inside of her as he pounded into her. She felt his cock twitch inside of her and knew he was coming.

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