Page 29 of Sinful Lord

Patience, I tell myself. Be patient and you will get all you want and more.

Still, those words quickly ring hollow. Because as I open up Melina’s new laptop and sign into the email account I create for her, it doesn’t feel like I just want the Kilpatrick princess.

It feels like I need her.

Her body may have been ice cold the last time I touched her, her skin glassy and fragile to the touch, but the memory of her warm, soft panties reminds me that it’s all temporary. Her natural state is delicious, and with my help, she’ll be back to her old self in no time. That’s when I’ll swoop in to lap up the rewards. My rewards.

I’m practically biting through my lower lip when I take out my phone. Swiping past the countless missed calls I’ve already ignored, I open up my own secure email account and send Melina her first anonymous message.

Don’t worry, princess. Nothing can be traced. Your secrets are safe with me ;)

The second after I send it, her phone pings. I smile and put mine away.

“Almost done,” I whisper.

Turning back to the open suitcase, I see that there’s only one item left.

My satisfaction falters at the sight.

Birth control pills.

Well, fake birth control pills.

They’ve been in the cards since I first started planning this whole thing. But now, it almost doesn’t seem right. Melina’s tight little body has been through so much already. Could she really handle a pregnancy?

It doesn’t matter, I tell myself. It won’t come to that. Getting her pregnant is a last resort. If she doesn’t give in to my advances, then she’ll give in to the blackmail. If somehow, she manages to resist both, then I’ll have an ace up my sleeve. An ace she’ll never see coming.

Bending down, I pick up the unassuming box. It looks just like the real thing, but it feels heavier than it should.

That’s the guilt. Don’t get weak on me, Tytus. Do what you need to do. Remember, you’re not some knight in shining armor. You’re a villain. Act like it.

Tightening my fingers around the box, I crank my neck… then I go into the bathroom and roughly place the box by the sink.

This is what needs to be done.

Still, my fingers won’t unclench. Not until my phone starts ringing again.

Sure enough, it’s Rozalia. I already regret giving her a way to reach me.

But just like with the pills and Melina, I’m hesitant to cut my little sister off so entirely. Really, I should shatter my phone against the porcelain toilet, then flush the remains, just to make sure Roz can’t use it to track me down. But much like I’m starting to care for Melina’s well-being, I’m finding it harder to push aside my family—even if this is all to get back to them.

For my plan to work out, I need to remain ruthless.

Still, I know I won’t be able to ignore Roz for too long. Soon, I’m going to have to make a drastic choice. But that can wait.

Shoving my phone away, I move back into the bedroom. With a quick scan, I make sure everything is in place. Inevitably, my eyes fall back onto that tempting dresser.

Without thinking, I march towards it. Acting on pure instinct, I open up the top drawer. The soft smell that spills out fills my flared nostrils. My pants tighten.

“Fuck it.”

Reaching in, I grab a pair of Melina’s irresistible panties. Deep down, I know It’s a primal, unreasonable act, but I tell myself it has a purpose. These will serve as a reminder. A symbol of what’s to come. A promise that my patience be rewarded.

And what a wonderful reward that will be.

Without further delay, I take a whiff of her sinful red-laced wonder. They smell like her, and they’re just as warm as I remember.

“These are mine now,” I mumble, shoving them into my pocket.