Page 41 of The Sea Witch's Son

“Let me go.”

“Answer the question.”

My nails dig into the globes of her ass, pressing her harder against me. Melody jerks against my arms, feeling the tip of my erection pressing into her.

“I told you. We had nowhere else to go.”

I lean in and brush my lips against her neck. She freezes upon contact, her heaving chest pressing against mine as I skim my teeth up the column of her throat.

“Don’t make me punish you, little saint. I’ll enjoy it far too much.”

“You’re sick.”

“Maybe.” I suck her flesh into my mouth and bite down hard.

She gasps, arching her back so her erect nipples brush against my chest.

A low chuckle slips out of my mouth.

“I think you want me to punish you.” Licking a trail up her neck, I nip the corner of her jaw, “I think you want it so much you would be tempted not to tell me the reason you are in Wolf Hollow.”

“You’re wrong.”

Melody is trembling against me, her legs squeezing my hips in the most sinful way. I slide my hand up her ass and across the stretch of bare skin just above her waistband. A shudder runs through her when I press down on her hips, forcing her to sit more deeply on my dick that’s rapidly swelling.

“Prove it.” I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze until I can feel her pulse screaming back at me.

So terrified. So alive.

My dick starts to ache, and I’m already thinking about what knots would look best around those delicate wrists.

“We had to leave.” She swallows against my palm, “Investigators were starting to look closer at the cause of death.”

“And what was the cause of death?”

“A heart attack.”

Every time Melody opens her lips, little white lies spew out and I want to swallow them whole. She has the face of an angel and the mouth of the devil.

I cannot remember a time when I was this hard.

Grinding up against her ass, I snag the corner of her earlobe and yank it with my teeth. Her hips tilt instinctively, her hands still trying to push me away while the rest of her body seeks more contact.

“Do not make me strip you down and fuck you bare in front of an audience.” I slip my tongue inside her ear, “It would make me unhappy knowing other men got to hear your screams.”

She squeaks when my nails dig into her neck. Her pulse slams against my hand, screaming for mercy. Our bodies arecompletely plastered together, creating quite a scandal on the dance floor.

I hope Finley is watching.

“He overdosed on Vicodin.” She gasps for air, “H-He was taking the painkillers for an old spinal injury.”

Loosening my grip, I watch Melody suck oxygen back into her body.

“That was not so difficult, now was it?”

She’s too busy wheezing to respond. I brush back the hair from her face, marvelling at the way it looks in my palm.

It’s deceivingly dark. Like a drop of blood before it hits the water.

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