Melody #2
Kaden leans over me, nipping at my ear. “Tell Dylan how much you love it here, little sister.”
My lips move, and no sound comes out at first. It’s impossible to formulate a sentence when my eyes are rolling into the back of my head.
Kaden fists my hair, tugging my head up as pain lances my scalp. “Come on, pretty girl. Use your words.”
“I-I…love it here!” I rasp as my core spasms around him.
Dylan’s swollen eyes widen as he stops breathing. Recognition slaps him hard as he sags dejectedly.
“Do I look familiar now, Dyl?” Kaden snarls darkly. “We’ve been here before, haven’t we, Melody?”
His hips mesh with mine as he buries himself so deep he hits my cervix. My teeth grind as the pain and pleasure mix, and spots dance across my vision. It’s too much.
“She loves an audience,” Kaden growls, pressing down harder onto my bound wrists as he never falters. “You should feel how tightly she’s gripping me, Dyl. I can’t wait to fucking cum in this pussy and show it to you. Your blushing bride is going to be dripping with me.”
My abdomen coils as heat flares. I shouldn’t like this. It’s primal and taboo. I shouldn’t like the idea of Kaden marking me before flaunting it in my ex-fiancé‘s face. I shouldn’t want that.
Yet it doesn’t stop my reaction. My pussy flutters as I bear down on him.
My eyes screw shut as a breathless scream crests past my lips.
I’m coming, my orgasm gripping me in an iron fist as Kaden is met with resistance.
He rumbles in satisfaction from above me, slamming into me even harder as I ride out my orgasm.
He snatches my hair as his movements become wild and unfocused. He’s panting above me, teetering on the edge before he buries himself deep, and heat floods my core. He delivers a punishing slap to my ass, making my teeth grind at the heated pain.
“Show Dylan how much you love your big brother, Melody,” Kaden whispers harshly into my ear before he pulls out of me and stands.
As he releases my limbs, I don’t have a chance to relax before he turns me.
His big fingers slide against the sides of my swollen folds, pulling them apart as warmth drips from me.
It’s erotic and vulgar—exposing.
But I’m panting with wanton desperation, my fingernails biting into the floor as Kaden explores me. He’s smearing his cum across my pussy before he shoves a finger into me, pushing it back in.
“I love seeing you stuffed full of me,” he whispers huskily.
The tears have dried against my cheeks now as I suck in a breath. I’m hypnotized by him, the words being yanked from me before I can rationalize what I’m doing. “I want a taste.”
Stupid.
Stupid.
Kaden hums as he brings his glistening finger to my lips. I take it, rolling my tongue as the heady, salty taste explodes across my senses. My eyes flutter against my better judgment, and I allow myself to have this act of self-indulgence.
“Good fucking girl,“ he praises. “You’ve done so well for me tonight.”
I shouldn’t enjoy his words, feeding off the approval that radiates from him. My thighs shouldn’t be so slick that they’re slipping against each other as I shift my hips.
Stupid.
Kaden fists my hair again, pulling me up to him before his lips crash over mine brutally. The kiss is claiming and hot, our tongues battling for dominance as he makes a fucking motion with his muscle. We’re sloppy, our saliva spreading before he draws back, and a thin, clear string connects us.
His head tilts, his eyes blazing with so much lust and desire that his pupils swallow his irises. “Are you going to behave for me?”
Some of my reason is beginning to come back as my gaze flickers between his and my fingers curl around his wrist. “No,” I whisper.
He sucks his teeth before leaning forward and tossing me over his shoulder. My clothes hang in tattered rags off me as I pound a fist into his hard back. My legs kick, but he only brackets an arm across them as he stalks towards my bedroom.
“Kaden!” I shout.
A hard hand cracks across my ass, making me hiss at the pain. It’s going to leave a welt.
He allows me to slide down until my feet touch the floor. His fingers curl around my neck as he backs me into the room, his haunted eyes searing into me. “Lie down and get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow, Sunny.”
My gaze flickers to the bedroom door. “What about—”
“Don’t worry about the cuck,” Kaden bites, squeezing my airway. “I’ll handle him.”
I’m calculating his words, the dots slowly connecting.
The invitations.
Long day tomorrow…
My lips part as the wind rushes from me. “You’re forcing me to marry you…”
He smirks cruelly, tilting his head. “Forcing?” He echoes softly as if the word amuses him. “I’m claiming what’s mine. You lost our wager. Your soul belongs to me, little sister.”
My pulse hammers beneath his fingers. Mine.
The word bounces back at me, stabbing into my psyche.
The room feels smaller with every step he takes as I follow his lead until the back of my knees hit the bed.
My bottom lip quivers. “You can’t just decide that…”
Kaden’s expression hardens, becoming colder and possessive.
“I already did.” He releases my throat only to drag his fingers downward, tantalizingly slowly, as if he’s committing the shape of me to memory.
When he speaks again, his voice is a rough murmur.
“You think those invitations were a suggestion?” He chuckles humorlessly.
“Tomorrow, everyone who matters will be there. They’ll watch you walk down that aisle and give yourself to your big brother.
They’ll watch you utter those binding words that will seal our fate. ”
“Why are you doing this?” I whisper, shaking my head as my face stings with my building tears.
Kaden’s fingers curl into my hair as he pulls my head back and cranes my neck up to him.
There’s something finite and delirious in his gaze as his eyes caress over every soft feature of my face.
“Because,” he breathes with reverence, “I’ve waited my whole life to have you, Melody. I’m done waiting. You belong to me.”
He presses forward, stealing the air from my lungs as he kisses me softly. It isn’t hurried or desperate. It’s tender and bittersweet as my emotions battle with my reason. I shouldn’t be kissing him back. Not after everything he’s put me through…
He pulls away, cupping my face. “Lay down before I make you, pretty girl.”
My pulse revs as my eyes flicker to Dylan’s still form in the living room. “You said you were going to handle him…”
Kaden brushes his lips over my temple, making my eyes flutter. “Stop worrying about him. He isn’t your responsibility anymore.”
“He has a child…” I trail, shaking my head. “Please, don’t kill him—”
Kaden’s grip tightens as a laugh is squeezed from him. “Kill him? He deserves far worse than death.”
“He has a child,” I repeat with a croak. “She needs him.”
My stepbrother tilts his chin down to me, his brows rising. “If you give me a minimal fight, I’ll reward you by not killing him. How does that sound? I’ll shove him on the next flight back to California and wash my hands of it.”
I don’t want to agree to any more bets with him, but I don’t want Dylan to die. He fucked me over, but he doesn’t deserve to meet an early grave because of it. This is all so fucked…
“Okay…” I nod in resignation as I ease down onto the bed, and my hands grip the edge. I shiver as a chill begins to settle deep in my bones.
“Lie back,” Kaden instructs softly as he pulls the covers over me. I nestle in, my eyes staying locked with his as he kisses my forehead.
I could leave.
The moment he’s gone, I’ll pack a bag and get out of here. He won’t know…
Kaden hums against me before drawing back. “Don’t even think about it.” He whispers, as if he can hear my thoughts. “You don’t want me to track you down. It won’t end pretty.”
I nod even though every cell of my being screams at me not to agree. My demon is tucking me into bed as the last dregs of my adrenaline course through me, and exhaustion weighs me down. My eyes droop against my better judgment as something familiar tugs at me.
When did I get so tired?
“Good night, Melody,” Kaden whispers before leaving my room.
I stare up at the ceiling, groggily trying to keep my eyes open before the sound of a scraping chair makes my head turn. The door handle jiggles, and dread makes my heart stop.
He jammed the door so I couldn’t get out.
As I close my eyes in defeat, a single tear slips out, rolling down my cheek.