Page 30 of Deadly Desires

“Ohh really?”

“Yep. The next time I take that pussy, it’s going to be so rough you’ll be seeing stars.”

“Jax,” she all but moans.

“Nope, none of that, little sparrow. I’m going to go make us some breakfast. Relax, go to sleep, whatever you need to do, but let me do this for you.”

“Ok, Jax. I’ll wait here,” she replies, tugging the blankets around her so she’s completely cocooned in warmth. “I’m always so cold,” she says sheepishly.

“Good thing I run hot.” I wink at her, coaxing a chuckle from her beautiful mouth.

As I make breakfast, I shoot over a text to Franklin. I never got the opportunity to call him back last night so hopefully he fills me in today. Not even ten seconds later and Franklin is texting me back.

Franklin

Bro, what the fuck?

Is Melody OK?

Me

Yeah man, she’s fine.

I brought her home with me last night. We crashed at my place.

Franklin

Well, I have a video clip that I need you to watch.

It’s pretty graphic, so maybe make sure Melody isn’t around.

Me

Alright Franklin, just send it over.

Melody is still in bed, so I have time.

I click on the video play button and I’m met with an image of Melody’s bedroom. The time in the bottom right of the video shows 8:54 P.M., right around the time that I caught sight of Melody at the club last night.

A masked man enters her room from the doorway to the left, slowly looking left, then right. Chills break out over my body. He has a large knife, holding it loosely at his side. Suddenly, he roars, plunging the knife into the door. He stabs multiple times with rage that is so apparent it radiates off his very being. The guy is beyond pissed, probably because Melody isn’t home like he was planning. I hate to think what he had planned with a knife that big. Dread settles low in my stomach while rage is boiling my blood.

Panting heavily, evident by the way his shoulders are heaving, he walks farther into the room, surveying the landscape. He then exits the screen to the left as he enters her walk-in closet. When he comes back out, he’s looking down at something in his hands. Getting close to the screen, I can see that what he holds is the pearl necklace. He slowly lifts his head and looks directly at the camera. He tilts his head to the side and makes his way slowly before he’s standing beneath the camera, as though he’s looking directly into my soul.

“Hello, Melody… we were supposed to have a little fun tonight. Though, I guess now it’ll just be me that has a bit of fun.”

His voice sounds distorted like he’s talking through a voice scrambler of some sort. He makes his way to the bed and grabs something out of his pocket. Before I realize what is happening, the guy is releasing his erect cock from his pants and slipping on a condom. He wraps the pearls around his hand and starts to stroke himself with them.

He turns to look at the camera. “Like what you see, Mel? You make me so uncontrollable. I can’t even think clearly when I smell you all around me, much like in 305.”

Less than a minute and the fucking guy releases his load into the condom, panting and resting his chin on his chest. He takes off the condom, ties it, and pockets it in his jacket before tucking his limp dick back into his pants and zipping them up. Poor guy is a two pump chump, that’s for sure. Reaching into a different pocket inside his jacket, he brings out and places a white rose on her bed.

He walks slowly back to the camera, tilting his head right, then left. He reaches up to the camera as though he would grab a neck and brings the camera close to his mask.

“Melody, Melody, Melody... You and I are going to have a lot of fun the next time I see you. I hope you’re looking forward to it, like the dirty whore you are.”

“I’ll be seeing you again soon, Mel. But not soon enough”

At this point, the feed cuts and there’s nothing but blackness.

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