Page 92 of Sinful Lord

“My mind is telling me I’m not safe, but…” Melina trails of.

I place my hand on her shoulder. The warmth of her skin is a breath of fresh air. My entire body shivers in delight.

I want her.

“But what?”

“I don’t know. It… It’s just that things don’t seem as bad as they should. I don’t know why.”

“It’s because you’re with me,” I tell her. “It’s because we’re together.”

“Is that supposed to mean something? We hardly even know each other…”

There’s no venom in Melina’s words, but that doesn’t stop them from stinging. She’s right. No matter what’s already happened between us, we’re still so far apart.

I need to change that.

“Sure feels like it means something, don’t you think?”

Melina doesn’t respond. Not with words. Instead, she dips her cheek to the side, far enough that it nearly brushes against the back of my hand.

The act is so affectionate and unexpected I don’t know what to do with myself. No one’s ever trusted me enough to bare their neck to me.

Before I can process it properly, though, Melina sighs and slips out of my grip. An icy breeze seems to pass through the new space between our skin.

“I should shower,” she says, turning from the window.

“I should join you,” I say, following her.

But that just causes her to stop and look at me.

“If you don’t mind, I’d rather shower alone.”

Despite the coldness of the request, the courage it took her to make it causes me to briefly swell with pride. It’s a strange feeling that mixes in with a subtle disappointment—though, I’m not sure if that disappointment is more personal or professional.

Melina is giving me mixed signals. That’s not great. Especially since I’ve got to figure shit out sooner than later.

“That’s alright, I’ve got work to do around here anyway,” I assure her, before allowing a fresh smile to lift my lips. “I guess I’ll just have to make you wet some other way.”

That makes her blush. My disappointment evaporates as I watch her shuffle away. She even looks back over her shoulder at me before disappearing into the ensuite.

“You little minx,” I mumble, shaking my head.

With a deep chuckle, I reach into my pants and dislodge my half-hard cock. It throbs with desire as I picture the scene that will unfold behind that bathroom door.

She’ll be undressing soon.

Sure, I’ve already seen Melina naked. But once isn’t enough. I need more. My cock lifts. Soon enough, I’m going to have to take control of her. For my sake, and for hers.

“Time to get to work, you big lug,” I mumble to myself.

Time passes at an excruciatingly slow rate as I put my head down and go about the task of making sure this place is secure.

That starts with a deep sweep of all the security devices in the mansion. When they’re all accounted for, I take them offline and replace them with my own system.

The few cameras I managed to bring along go up too. Most of them stay pointed outside—a way to catch any potential intruders. Still, a part of me can’t help but position a handful inwards.

It’s just instinct at this point. The protector in me doesn’t even want to think about the harm a trove of blackmail would do to Melina. But that devil on my shoulder is still pulling a few strings, and it gets its wish as I make sure at least one camera covers our bedroom.