Page 54 of Sinful Lord

Her voice is so quiet and shaky I can barely hear it. The fear tugs at my pounding chest. I take my first step forward. But when the shards of Melina’s broken door crunch under my feet, she snaps back to attention.

“It’s beautiful,” I say. “I’m so glad you finally started—”

“Stop!”

To my surprise, Melina jumps back. But her bed is right behind her, and it catches her under the knees. She falls onto the mattress with a thump.

That lifts her nightgown well above her waist, and for a moment, I get an unimpeded view of the glistening wetness staining the inside of her thighs.

And of her pink pussy lips.

The sight steals my breath away.

“Get out!” Melina whimpers, those pale cheeks of hers turning red with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” I insist, shaking my head. But my chest has been pumped full of adrenaline. It’s impossible to shake what I just saw… and the desire it’s filled me with. “Here, let me—”

In an act of compassion, I look toward her dresser drawer. There must be some less revealing clothes I can cover her in. Lifting my hands in a show of peace, I start to move again, slower this time.

But that only makes Melina scramble to the other side of her bed. Her movements are so janky and desperate that I worry she’ll hurt herself.

“Please,” I stop. “I’m only here to help.”

Melina doesn’t seem to believe me. Before I can blink, she reaches across her mattress and grabs the cell phone on her bedside table.

“What do you want with me?” she cries, lifting the phone into the air like it’s a weapon.

The pain and fear in her voice hit me like a ton of bricks.

Shit. Here I was, thinking, in some weird way, that we were someone growing close—even if it was from a distance.

Clearly, Melina doesn’t feel the same way.

“You won’t throw that at me,” I say, my voice lowering as the harsh reality sets in.

I’ve misread the situation. I’ve misread her.

I feel foolish.

“… Why not?” Melina squeaks, her thin arm trembling as she tries her best to hold the harmless smartphone high and mighty.

“Because then how would you call for help?”

A shallow gulp slides down her tender throat and a primal part of me needs to be restrained.

“You… You’re a monster…” she croaks.

“If only you knew…” I sigh. My chin drops with my shoulders. I’m about to pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration when I see the blood on my hand.

Fuck.

I must be covered in it. I just came raced here from a massacre, after all. No wonder she’s so scared.

Just like that, I’m not quite as upset by Melina’s reaction. It’s far more understandable now.

“… What are you doing here?” Melina asks.

I lift my chin. But my gaze slips past her, falling instead on the laptop screen at her back.