Page 33 of Deadly Desires

Looking up at Jax through my lashes, I can see him throwing his head back in the chair and his hands clenching the seat.

Needing no further prodding, I take the length of him all the way to the back of my throat. My eyes start to water but I fight the need to gag. I hollow out my cheeks and suck and lick on him like my life depends on it.

“Holy fuck, Melody. Such a good girl, taking every inch of me.”

I look up at him through my lashes and am greeted with a lust fueled gaze.

“Look at you, choking on my cock like my good little slut.”

His words of praise only spur me on. I pull his cock out of my mouth with a pop.

“Do you like that baby?” I ask him as I continue to stroke him with my hand. I need to hear him say it.

“Fuck… yes…”

Taking him back in my mouth, I grab his cock and jerk him off while sucking and licking with my tongue. Using my free hand, I cup and massage his balls.

His hands fly to my head, grabbing a fistful of hair. The pull causes pain, but it’s a delicious sort of pain. “Melody, I’m going to come…”

Taking it only as a challenge, I take him down my throat like his good little slut. Swirling my tongue on the underside of his cock, he starts thrusting into my mouth, fucking my face. As I feel his balls tighten in my hand, and his thrusts become jerky, I increase the pressure and I suck him as he comes, swallowing everything he gives me.

Twenty-Two

Jaxon

Holy fuck… Melody has a mouth on her. As she pops my cock out of her mouth, she smirks up at me. “Was that good baby?”

“You have no idea, little sparrow. I knew getting those pretty lips wrapped around my cock would be the most pleasurable sin, but baby, I was not prepared for that.”

She gets up before me and goes back to straddling me in the chair.

“What should we do with our day, Jax?”

I playfully grab her ass. “I can think of a thing or two… ok fine, just kidding. Wanna go for a drive? Afterwards, we can stop at your place and check it out.”

“That sounds like a good idea.”

As Melody heads to the bedroom, I take the elevator down to my delivery box. I knew Franklin wouldn’t let me down. There is a bag with jeans, a shirt, a pair of converse shoes, a new bra, and panties. The possessive side of me is clenching my jaw knowing that Franklin knows what Melody is wearing under her clothes, but I assure myself it was necessary to get what she needed. At the bottom of the bag are toiletries and feminine products, along with lavender scented shampoo and conditioner, and makeup, of all things.

Franklin really thought of everything. At the bottom of my delivery box sits something unexpected though. A single white rose lies crumpled at the bottom, red splatters on the petals. Just like the one on Melody’s bed.

I take a good look around, instantly feeling on edge. That fucker knows where I live now. This is getting out of hand.

Seething with irritation, I head back up to my suite. I lay the crumpled rose on the dining room table before heading into the bedroom to find Melody.

What I find stops me in my tracks. Melody is wrapped in a sheet, staring out into the city. Her silhouette against the city background is stunning. As I walk up to her, I set the bag of items on the bed and then wrap my arms around her.

She leans her head back into my chest and I just hold her. I know she has been through a lot this past week, but she is so incredibly resilient.

“I’m so proud of you, little sparrow.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Your strength just amazes me. You’re not letting this fucker win, and it’s awe inspiring.”

“I learned after my attack that I couldn’t let him prevent me from living. I went through a period of time where I didn’t know how much longer I would be alive, Jax. That changes a person. I’ve come out stronger, and I did it on my own. I fought tooth and nail for it, but I did it. I won’t let him take that from me now.”

My little sparrow is a sight to behold when she shines in her strength. Giving her one last squeeze, I turn around and head back to the bed. Grabbing the bag, I hold it out for her.

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