Page 165 of The Sea Witch's Son

I take care of her broken pieces the same way I take care of her body. Washing away the pain until she forgets about theblood stains. Kissing away the sorrow until she remembers the pleasure to be had.

It is an excruciating process, but I take solace in knowing no one else will ever see these scars. No one else will know what it’s like to hold her sobbing body and rebuild her shattered spirit until it is strong enough to fight back the demons.

With me standing right by her side.

“The next election is in four years.” Sucking her clit into my mouth, I listen to her gasp, “I hope you have started preparations.”

“Y-You’re going to lose.”

Melody is shaking, writhing against her bonds as the orgasm starts to build. I tease her mercilessly, fucking her with my tongue until she’s begging for more.

“I have big plans, little saint. Plans which involve destroying your stepfather.”

She’s panting, on the very brink of a climax, and yet this devious little creature manages to give me a smile.

“That’s what I’m counting on.”

I drive my tongue back into her, savouring the taste of her pussy and the sound of her screams. Passion spills from Melody’s body into my own, and I embrace it.

Every sensation. Every emotion crashing through my chest.

Despite my best efforts, Melody St. James became my downfall. She is to me what the sea was to my father, the vice that will one day result in my destruction.

Or my salvation.

I am still a difficult man to love. Cruel and selfish and more than a little self-centred, I represent everything that is wrong with the world. I bring nothing but imperfections to the table, monstrous characteristics that ought to be thrown into the ocean until they are lost and forgotten.

And yet, somewhere in the darkness I found my little saint. She darkened my shade of grey, it is true, but she also did something far more important.

She taught a ghost how to live again.

And showed a monster he was worthy of love.

Epilogue

CALISTA

And they lived happily ever after.

Oh, please.

He’s a psychotic narcissist and she’s a pathological liar. I would have been more surprised if theydidn’tend up fucking.

Honestly, I didn’t think Melody would be able to pull it off. Rolling into town with nothing but an innocent smile and a fuckable skirt is a sure way to make a lasting impression. And once Marlin took a liking to her, I figured it was only a matter of time until I was peeling that pretty face off her skull.

Yet here we are.

It helped that Anton Clementon was one of her targets. I was only too happy to leave his office door unlocked for her. Even went as far as to leave some incriminating photos lying around to help drive her motivation.

Oh, I knew about the drugs.

Her stepfather made the mistake of parking beside me at the house party while I was eating out Tahira in the backseat. It was amusing, watching him steal an entire shipment while Melody kept Marlin entertained, but I was more curious to see what he was going todowith the drugs.

Lo and behold, it turned into a shit show not even I can take credit for.

Anton's name gets crossed off my list, the last man who found his way into my bedroom time and time again.

There were seven of them in total. Seven businessmen who would slip into my room with a knife and a penchant for touching little girls. It didn’t matter how loud I screamed or how much I cried, none of them ever stopped until their disgusting needs were satisfied.

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