13. Melody
Melody
C harlie's voice echoes in my mind through the entire drive home. His words spill from that other man's mouth. You don't need to eat that. You're huge. You're disgusting. Yet he's the dead one. I fucking killed him. And I'm very much alive.
I'm alive, I'm desirable enough for a man like Dante to stalk—god, I know how fucked up that sounds—not to mention marry. I look like a fucking icon. This luxe dress, these custom shoes. I'm a goddamn queen . But that little shit. Francisco.
I want to know what his blood smells like. I need to know what color his fucking liver is. I don't hate myself for being fat, no, I'm well past that. The part of me died with Charlie.
But I do hate myself, at least a little bit, for how badly I want to fucking murder that asshole.
My hands shake and clench around the silk of my dress before rubbing my eyes, smearing my delicate makeup.
This whole night, I've felt… fuzzy. But my mind is crystal clear now.
And I have no idea how I'm going to sleep tonight.
Will I have to defend myself before these rich dicks?
Like Dante on steroids? He didn't really elaborate on what this whole tribunal thing is.
Justice . There is no justice in this fucking world, except for the justice we make for ourselves.
He keeps looking over at me, but I can't read his expression.
Pride? Fear? Disgust? He's confusing as fuck.
Hell, my own emotions are confusing and don't make sense.
He stalked me. He drugged and married me.
But I find myself wanting to stay in his good graces, and that thought terrifies me above all else.
As we pull up to the house, he stays silent and passes the keys to Roman.
I follow him in the door and kick off my shoes.
A groan rumbles from my chest. I hadn't realized how sore my feet were until this very moment.
Dropping to the floor, I massage my soles and whimper as my fingers graze the beginnings of a blister.
"You behaved very, very well, Melody." Dante crouches down beside me and runs a hand over my cheek. He has the same unreadable expression on his face, but something like lust behind his eyes.
"I slapped a man—someone important, I guess. I don't… understand all of the names." I take a wavering breath. "Or titles. Whatever."
"In due time, love. That's not important right now. But what is important is keeping my promises." He stands and looks down at me with a real, genuine smile—at least I think it is. Dante extends a hand to me and pulls me up beside him, leading me to the bedroom.
He perches on the edge of the bed and spins me around, unzipping the dress from the nape of my neck to the small of my back. I breath out a sigh, and goosebumps erupt all over me. The dress fit me like a glove, but removing the trappings of a night out always feels so good .
Dante unhooks my bra and gently scratches at the skin he revealed, satisfying an itch I didn't know I had. My head rolls back, and I stifle a groan, tingles racing up my spine and culminating on my scalp. His hands slide from my back to my shoulders, pushing me down to sit at the foot of the bed.
His knees boxed me in as I sit on the plush black rug, the soft warmth of his palms applying gentle pressure to my shoulder blades. I lean back into him, reveling in the delightful hint of pain as he attacks a particularly stubborn knot.
"Oh, fuck, that feels amazing," I sigh. He hums behind me and leans forward, planting a gentle kiss on my shoulder. And then another, closer to my neck, and another, right below my ear. Tingles shiver down my spine, and I let out a moan.
"Does it?" His hands slide up to the back of my neck, kneading at the tight muscles below my skull.
I nod silently and close my eyes. I'm lost to the pleasure of the massage until his hands find my collarbones, then slip lower and lower, until each hand is cupping one of my breasts.
He gently pinches my nipples, and a blaze of heat erupts between my thighs.
"Do that again," I command. I'm shocked by how breathy my own voice is. Sultry. Seductive.
He obeys, and I tip my head back, giggling at the desire building within me. Dante kisses my cheek and slides one hand lower still, then dips a tentative finger around my clit. I gasp at the sensation and nod frantically. "Yes, yes, please."
"Of course, love," he murmurs into my ear.
God, his hands are amazing . He knows exactly what to do to bring me closer and closer to the edge within mere seconds.
His thumb circles my clit, and he slides a finger inside me—I can feel myself clench around it.
I swear, my pussy has her own heartbeat. I'm so needy .
"Is that enough for you? Is that all you want? Just my hand?" Dante whispers as he deftly slides two fingers around my clit, pinching it gently. I squirm under his touch and whimper.
"No. No, it's not enough."
"Good. Get on the bed." He removes his hands from me and it takes all of my willpower not to pout at the loss of his touch. He eases me to the bed, and I sit facing him. He shakes his head. "No, turn around."
Heart pounding in my chest, I do as he asks and throw myself face-first onto the bed.
The chilly night air sends goosebumps down my spine, and I feel so exposed.
My cunt is sopping wet, and I need him in me, yesterday.
I poke my ass up and out, extending my legs to my tippy-toes, waiting for his touch.
"God, you look incredible like that. I need this view framed." He slaps a hand on my ass and kneads it roughly, pulling my cheeks apart, tugging on my lips.
"I don't give a fuck what you do as long as you put that dick in me, right now," I growl out and crane my neck to glare at him. He smirks and strokes his thick cock, positioning himself perfectly between my legs.
"No one talks to me like that, love." He notches the head of his cock at my entrance and grinds against me, slowly, teasingly.
"Fuck you."
"If you say so." He thrusts forward, and I'm seeing stars. My eyes roll back in my head as I grip the sheets, biting the pillow, muffling my own scream.
Dante pulls back, and I feel every single inch. I luxuriate in the swell of his head nearly slipping out, but he doesn't give me a chance to beg for it again because he slams himself back in.
"You're fucking heaven," he grunts out between thrusts, and I don't have words.
I want to yell at him; I want to scream at him.
I want to devour him. No one has filled me so completely like he does.
It feels like nothing I've had before. If I were a betting woman, I'd put money on him being harder than usual.
He slips his hands around my hips and hangs on for dear life as I push back against him, urging him deeper. A groan of pleasure rumbles in his chest, and he tightens his grip.
"Oh fuck, yes, take my cock. Take my fucking cock while I breed you, Melody—I'm going to fucking breed you," he mumbles. If I could speak, I'm sure I'd be babbling, too. But all I can do is moan and grind my hips against his, meeting every single thrust.
Slap.
My ass stings at the impact of his hand, and I yelp, but the pain quickly melts to overwhelming pleasure.
Slap!
"Oh, my god," I gasp out. Fuck, I love the way that feels. Every time he slaps my ass, he rubs the pain away and slides a little bit deeper into me.
Fuck it. I'm a size queen. And it seems like Dante has the endowment to back up that big dick energy.
"You're goddamn right," he grunts. "I am your god. I'm your fucking god."
His thrusts become wilder, more frantic, and—even though I didn't know it was possible—deeper still. I feel his cock thicken as his groans turn to feral grunts.
"Fucking breed me!" I yelp out. He snarls and latches onto my hips as he fucks me into the bed. I don't even know what words come out of my mouth as his cock gets harder and harder until I feel the heat of his seed spill into me.
"Fuuuuck." Dante moans as he slows his primal thrusting and pants out each of his breaths. He pulls out of me, and I feel the hot slick between my thighs, but I don't get a chance to relax. I hear him drop to his knees, and I feel his tongue on my weeping cunt.
"Oh my god , yes!" I cry out. Holy shit, holy shit.
No man has ever eaten my pussy after coming in me before.
But his own cum doesn't slow him down. He buries his face in me, lapping at my clit, sliding his fingers into my sore pussy.
With a gentle curl of those fingers, I'm dancing on the edge, pushing my ass back into his face.
He moans into my pussy, and the vibrations feel like they zip up my spine and tickle my brain.
I can hardly breathe—I can't even think—all I can do is feel.
I feel him spread my ass cheeks wide, exposing more of my pussy.
He wraps his lips around my throbbing clit and sucks like he might die if he doesn't make me come.
Seconds later, I feel myself tip over the edge and explode.
Wave after wave of intense pleasure rocks through my body, and I shove him away, oversensitive.
Flopping myself over onto my back, I try my best to catch my breath, staring at the man on his knees before me.
His face shines with my arousal, his release, and a deep expression of satisfaction.
"Good girl," he pants and launches himself onto the bed next to me. "Very good girl."
I wet my hair and rinse away the smoothing products from yesterday, squishing and scrunching the wild waves back into existence. I don't want to look like the rest of those women, prim and proper—I want to look feral. Terrifying. Ruthless. Like the witches of old.
With a modern touch, of course. I line my eyes with a kohl pencil and fill in my lips with a deep blood red. Dante waits outside the bathroom door, sitting on the bed. His black suit looks impeccable, a perfectly folded purple pocket square the only splash of color to be found.
"Are you ready?" he asks.