Page 77 of The Sea Witch's Son

“Mm, I love it when you get rough.” A teasing smile splits her lips, “Something your plaything and I have in common.”

The uncomfortable feeling returns stronger, hotter than before. Nicking her flesh, I watch the blood drip down her neck.

“Don’t touch what’s mine.”

I turn and take my leave, heading in the same direction as Melody.

The sound of my shoes tapping the marble floor is as familiar as the shirt pressed against my body, yet an unfamiliar sensation spreads across my flesh.

Setting the thought aside for future inspection, I go hunting for my little saint to do what should have been done days ago.

Make it clear who she belongs to.

Chapter 26

MELODY

I sexted the Dragon’s daughter.

Icametalking to Calista Drache.

Oh my God.

The spiralling thoughts tumble over themselves while the breakfast in my stomach takes a similar rollercoaster ride.

I bypass the doors to the washroom and end up in an empty auditorium. There’s dust coating most of the desks and the chalkboard at the front has me thinking this classroom is no longer in use anymore.

Then again, maybe the college just has terrible cleaners.

Clutching my stomach, I stumble towards the desk at the front of the room. It’s littered with papers and exams dated a few years ago, confirming my earlier theory.

I grab a hold of the wooden desk and hunch over, trying to stop my head from swimming with violating thoughts.

“Do I seem like the type of man who prefers texting over personal interactions?”

The deep voice rumbles across the room and the nausea starts back up again.

“Go away, Marlin.”

I close my eyes, willing this nightmare to disappear.

“It’s a little insulting, actually. I’ve visited you every night, left daily tokens of appreciation, and yet you assumed I would rather tease you in a separate bed rather than the one I have complete access to.”

He lets out an exasperated sigh, “Have I not proven that I am a man of action?”

His dress shoes click against the floor.

“Have I not proven that when the time comes, I will be the one getting you off, not your own hand?”

My cheeks flush as I blink my eyes open, “I didn’t get myself off.”

“Is that so?” He leans down until his eyes are level with mine, “Then why did you tell Calista to keep going?”

My phone clatters on the desk beside us. The damning messages are staring back at me, calling me out for the blatant lie.

I swallow thickly, “You read my messages.”

“Of course I did. They were meant for me.”

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