Page 55 of Sinful Lord

She immediately understands.

“That was an accident,” I assure her. “I came to make sure you didn’t have to see it.”

“It’s too late for that,” she huffs.

I almost want to laugh.

“I can see that.”

“Well, I’ll delete it, if that’s what you want.”

Slowly, her outstretched arm falls.

But when she turns to her laptop, I try to stop her. Pieces of the shattered door crunch beneath my feet as I step forward.

She freezes.

“Easy there, little dove,” I coo. “The tape doesn’t matter anymore. You’ve already seen it…”

You’ve already enjoyed it, the devil on my shoulder taunts. I swat it aside.

“I wish I didn’t,” Melina mutters, a soft sneer scrunching her little button nose.

“Is that so?” I playfully question, raising my brow at her.

Out of respect, I don’t look back below her waist. Still, I can’t help but picture what I just witnessed beneath that thin little skirt.

Wet thighs. A soaking pussy.

The reason my pants are so tight they could rip at any moment.

Fuck.

My hands shake as I try to fight away the blood rushing below my waist. It’s a useless endeavor. All I can do to delay the inevitable is bite down on my tongue. But when that forces me to breathe through my nose, I get my first deep whiff of the apartment.

Melina’s scent is stronger than ever before. It wraps around me in an embrace so intense I nearly choke.

This is even better than her panties. Even more alluring. Even more dangerous.

Unconsciously, I feel my palm pat against the tiny bulge in my pocket. The soft silk must be soaked in blood by now.

I’ll have to replace them soon.

“The things you did to that girl…” Melina whispers, referencing the tape I made with Yasha so long ago.

“Are they things that you would like done to you?” I ask, unable to help myself.

My cock is rock hard.

So much for biting my tongue.

“Wha… what?” Melina gasps, her pretty hazel eyes nearly bulging out of her head. “No. I… I… that’s too much… I…”

For some reason, her unabashed shame is insanely arousing. I take a careful step forward. She flinches, but this time doesn’t jump back or crawl away.

Maybe I wasn’t entirely wrong about her. About us.

Maybe she does want me, after all.