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“Fuck,” I grunted, weaving my fingers in her ponytail.
She kept pulling her head back and forth, teasing me with her wet tongue, and I barely restrained myself from fucking her luscious lips, fiercely, rough. I barely tamed the wild, wicked lust. But I didn’t want to rush. I wanted to take my time with her, worship her, and make her scream in pleasure. Not use her like any other. I grabbed her chin with my fingers and tilted her head back. She looked at me with her big, sultry eyes, slowly pulling back. I helped her to her feet before crashing my lips onto hers, pressing her body tighter to mine. I kissed her down her throat, spinning her around so that now her back was pressed against my torso. I slid my hand down her flat belly, moving it lower into her panties. I rubbed her sensitive bud with my fingers, kissing and licking her neck. I watched her naked chest moving up and down as she breathed heavily, filling the entire hallway with her sweet moans. I slid my hands lower, slipping my fingers through her wet center. She was so warm and wet, I growled, and my dick twitched against her arched back. I teased her sensitive areola around her erect nipples while pushing my fingers in and out between her thighs. She leaned her head back, letting it fall onto my bare torso as she started moving her hips to ride my fingers, losing herself to the pleasure I was giving her. She started moaning louder, her breath ragged, and I knew she was close. In one swift move, I turned us toward the wall so that she could rest her hands against it. I slipped my fingers out of her, covered with her juices, before I brought them to my mouth, licking her sweet taste. Then I put my hand on her neck and wrapped my fingers around it before entering her with my full length, and she let out a loud sigh. I slid my other hand around her belly, holding her in place, and thrust deep and forcefully inside her. Melanie tried to fight her escalating moans, so I leaned down to her ear and growled as I kept thrusting, harder and deeper, “I want to hear you screaming my name when I fuck you.”
She followed my order like a good girl and lost herself to the wicked pleasure with no restraints. “Shane…” she moaned my name repeatedly as she came.
“Now, that is the sound I wanted to hear,” I whispered against her ear, her body shaking against mine and the cold wall as an intense orgasm whipped through her.
She turned around to face me, her cheeks flushed, hair a mess, and chest rising up and down heavily. “That was…” she breathed, but I cut her off.
“I’m not done with you,” I said, supporting her chin with my thumb. Her eyes grew wider, and I smirked before lifting her again. Instinctively, she wrapped her hands around my neck and legs around my waist, and I kissed her lustfully while carrying her upstairs to my bedroom.
~••~
We sat by the bonfire we made on the beach by my house, chatting and laughing carefree. I watched Melanie’s beautiful face gleaming under the moonlight and lit by the fire. The image of her as she lay under my duvet after a marathon of sex still on my mind. I smiled, satisfied I made her come in every possible position, in every wicked way. Several times in the bedroom to finish together in the shower. I could swear this woman put a spell on me and definitely had me in overdrive. I could not tame my desire around her.
She grilled some veggies, wearing an oversized grayish sweater and black leggings to her white sneakers. She joked she was glad Mrs. Dorothy bought different types of clothes because after I tore her turtleneck apart, she would have to wear my shirt again. Not that I would mind. She also offered to return the money that Mrs. Dorothy spent on the clothes, which wasn’t an option, but it surprised me how humble, pure and innocent she was. She was a complete contrast to what I had assumed about her before meeting her.
“Shane?” she said softly, snapping me back from my thoughts. “What’s the reason for that war between our fathers?” She tilted her head to the side, expecting an answer.
I took a heavy breath, once more stunned at her innocence. I scanned her face, realizing she genuinely didn’t have the slightest idea about any feuds between our families. I picked up on it before that Dedrick kept her in the darkness, only using her whenever he pleased, but this added to my conviction.
“Your father never told you?” I asked, despite knowing the answer.
“You know my relationship with my father is complicated, to say the least.” She sighed, avoiding my gaze.
“Hey.” I grabbed her chin with my fingers, and our eyes locked. “You don’t have to be ashamed, Melanie. I understand. More than you know.”
She nodded, pressing her lips together, forcing a smile.
“We don’t have to talk about it,” I said softly, sliding my hand at her back, comforting her.
“He’s never loved me.” She released a heavy sigh, resting her head on my arm. “It hurts, but it’s the truth. He’s never loved my mother either. I don’t know why she’s stuck with him for all these years, especially since she knows damn well he’s cheating on her on a daily basis.”
For the first time during our short yet intense relationship, Melanie opened up to me, which blurred the lines between the plan looming over me like a dark cloud, and what I felt for her. I felt like a fucking asshole for letting her trust me, of all people. At the same time, I knew that at this point, I’d stop at nothing to keep her safe.
“Did he ever hurt you? Or your mother?” I asked, my voice dark like the memories of him hurting my mother. Deep down, I asked myself the question,How could life be so twisted as to let me develop feelings for the daughter of a man I despised with a passion? —a man I’d kill in a heartbeat.
“Yes,” she said shakily.
I closed my eyes, clenching my teeth, and I felt my blood boiling in my veins. “What did he do to you?” My voice was low, deadly. If words spoken could kill, Dedrick Atwood would be a dead man.
“He hit her and me. Both of us. Many times.” Melanie’s voice was trembling, and even though I couldn’t see her face, I was damn sure her eyes were welling up with tears.
“I swear I’m going to kill him,” I hissed, clenching my fists forcefully, trying not to lose composure.
I heard quiet sobs, realizing Melanie was trying to hold back the tears desperately wanting to stream down her beautiful, sad face. I stood up and gently grabbed her arms to help her to her feet. I held her in my arms and pulled her fragile body against me gently as if she were made of glass. As if she was about to break, shatter into thousands of pieces. I knew I couldn’t let that happen because I wasn’t sure if I would be able to glue her pieces back together.
“What else did he do?” I asked, feeling in my bones it wasn’t the whole story. Something had been telling me that Melanie suffered way more than she cared to admit. I knew it by the way she was. Broken. Fragile. All alone with her pain.
“I’m so ashamed, Shane,” she whispered, her tears soaking in my T-shirt. I slid my hand to the back of her head and caressed her hair, hoping my touch would comfort her. Wishing I could somehow take her pain away and throw it into the ocean ebbing and flowing beside us.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of, baby,” I stated firmly, yet with a soft tone.
“I’m so weak,” she sobbed, her words breaking my heart.
“Bullshit,” I opposed. “You are the strongest woman I’ve ever known. I admire you, Melanie. Do you hear me?” I cupped her cheeks with my hands and looked into her sorrowful eyes.
She nodded, overlapping her hands on mine.
