Page 16 of Sinful Lord

If I’m lucky, Melina will be smart enough to do the same.

“Now, where do you keep it, princess,” I mumble to myself. There isn’t much room to hide anything in this old studio apartment. I check under the bed. But it’s just as empty as the rest of the place.

The kitchen cabinets tell a similar story. I move to her dresser drawer. The thing is ancient and covered in knicks and scratches. I wouldn’t be surprised if it came with the place. Hell, it’s probably older than the cold war.

What’s inside, however, is much fresher.

I pause when I open the first drawer.

Panties.

My cock instantly swells. A warmth fills my insides, melting away the frigid air. I grind my teeth and lift my chin.

“I really shouldn’t…”

As if I could stop myself.

My nostrils flare and my hand sinks into the silky warmth of Melina’s unmentionables.

For some reason, Yasha’s words come screaming out from the back of my mind.

You’re a fucking villain.

It doesn’t bother me. I always have been. But not because of shit like this. At least, that’s what I tell myself as I take a fistful of lingerie and carefully sniff every last intoxicating inch of it.

“Delicious…” I growl, a hot shiver descending down my spine. “But I’m sure the real thing will be even better.”

It takes a second, but I finally manage to regain control of myself. Cranking my neck, I place Melina’s secrets back into their hiding place and then shove them all aside.

That’s where I find her passport, as well as some jewelry and a clip of cash.

But I’m not after any of that.

With one last long look, I shut the cabinet drawer and begin searching the rest of them. Each one turns up empty, though. And by the time I’m done plundering, a little ball of disappointment has appeared in my gut.

“Have you just given up, princess? And so easily?”

My heart doesn’t want to acknowledge it, but as I stand by her bed and look for another nook where Melina could be hiding her art supplies, I slowly come to the sad realization.

There are none.

She’s giving up on her dream.

A half-sincere sigh leaves my chest as I check the clock on my phone. There’s no more time to mourn. Melina will be getting home soon and I still need to set up her surprises—aka my safety nets.

Turning my back to the drawer, I try to will away the arousal constricting my pants. But it proves to be an impossible task. Even through the chilly air, the apartment just smells like her, and the dewy scent I caught on her panties lingers on my nostrils like a wet dream.

So I just learn to accept the fact that I’ll be doing this job with a half-hard cock. Even if the promise of what I’ll be getting out of it slowly inches that halfie into a full-blown erection.

“Calm down, you animal,” I mumble at the growing beast. “Be patient.”

If only that fucker had any ears.

I remain at full mast as I take off my big backpack and unload a neat nest of wires and gadgets.

“Where will you go?” I ask the first camera.

But it’s as deaf as my cock. So I answer for it.