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EIGHTEEN
Shane
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elanie went to freshen up, and I poured myself a glass of whiskey. I stood by the window in the living room, staring numbly at the Hudson River, sipping the brown liquor. The images from my childhood flashed in my mind with a heavy weight on my shoulders. I missed my mother. She was so gentle and loving, always cheerful. Melanie reminded me of her, just a little bit. Not her appearance. My mother had black hair and blue eyes as I did, but her personality. They both seemed fragile at first sight but had the fierce soul of a warrior. Perhaps that was why Melanie had me at hello. I let out a deep breath, gulping my drink in one go. I knew I had to tell Melanie the truth about me, my father’s plan, revenge. I was so fucking scared, though. I was scared she wouldn’t understand it, and I would lose her. I was afraid of letting her go, and maybe, that would be for the best. Perhaps if I hadn’t been so selfish and stayed away from her as I should have, we could have avoided the upcoming disaster.
But I couldn’t resist her—my forbidden temptation.
“Shane?” I turned back to see Melanie. She smiled at me in the most seductive way I’d ever seen. She bit her lower lip, painted red that night and slowly, sultrily, walked closer to me.
“Damn…” I whispered, stunned, as she slowly untied the silk belt of her black robe and slowly took it off of her, letting it fall on the floor. Her big brown eyes fixed on me.
My gaze dropped to the floor seeing the silky robe that pooled around her black high heels before I slowly scanned every inch of her sexy body, starting from her long, toned legs, up her flat belly, round breasts to her beautiful face. She looked dark, sultry. She had dark makeup, and she wore lacy lingerie. It was a transparent one-piece. I swallowed, devouring her with my eyes, my body set on fire. I put my hands on her hips, pulling her closer to me.
“Ah, ah, ah.” She shook her finger no. She slid her hand around my neck, and shivers swept the length of my spine before she whispered in my ear, her tone seductive. “You may watch, but you can’t touch.”
I was intrigued by that side of her. The dark and sultry side of her I had not explored yet. She bit my earlobe, and a deep growl rumbled down my throat. She then grabbed my hand and led me toward a chair, turning to look at me as she walked, provocatively swaying her hips and smirking, sin gleaming in her eyes.
“Sit down,” she ordered as we approached the leather armchair. “Tonight, you’re at my mercy, Mr. Vergoossen.”
Although I was already hard as a rock, fighting the temptation to throw myself at her like a beast and fuck her hard and rough, I was enjoying this side of her, eager to explore it. I sat on the chair, and she walked around me, her hand on my torso, sliding beneath the black fabric of my shirt.
She leaned down to whisper in my ear from behind. “Your hands back. Now.”
I growled, savoring her warm, wet kisses on the side of my neck as I slid my hands to the back of the chair.
“Don’t move,” she whispered before I heard the clicking of her heels and the sound of her pulling out a drawer, and then again, the clicking of her heels against the wooden floor.
I felt something cold around my left and then my right wrist, and I quickly figured out Melanie cuffed my hands. She walked to stand in front of me, letting me admire her sexy body covered only with the transparent lacy fabric of her tight lingerie. She seductively bent down to put aside the champagne bottle and cubes of ice she held in her hands and grabbed the remote from the glass table to turn on the music. I bit my lower lip, gawking at Melanie, who provocatively swayed her hips to the sultry beat, roaming her hands up her curves. My blood drained to my dick, twitching against the zipper. My breath became heavy and ragged, my eyes black with sheer wild lust.
“Melanie,” I hissed, my voice raspy and tone low.
She smirked faintly, yet satisfied at the effect she had on me. She slowly approached me, bending down to look into my eyes, her hands resting on both sides of my chair.
“I’ll make sure you never forget this night,” she whispered before licking her lips, squeezing one of her hands on the growing bulge in my pants which drove me mad with desire. If she hadn’t cuffed me, I’d be fucking her hard against the wall by now. She slowly unbuttoned my shirt. Her eyes never left mine before she turned around to reach the champagne and ice, giving me a perfect view of her round ass.
“Fuck,” I growled, barely staying still. I was burning, craving her body like a madman.
Melanie poured the champagne into the glass that was standing on the table and reached for one ice tube before she walked closer to me, setting the glass on the floor beside the chair I sat on. She brushed the ice cube against her slightly parted lips, watching me sultrily. She then bent down, resting her left hand against the armrest, and she leaned in to kiss me, putting the ice cube gently to my neck, causing goose bumps to rise on my skin, and I growled. She slowly moved the ice down my neck, torso, and abs, trailing warm kisses down the path where she’d put the ice until she kneeled between my legs and looked up into my eyes. I loved the confidence in her eyes, the mischievous spark gleaming in her gaze. She unbuckled my belt and undid my zipper, wrapping her hand around my hard cock. Her eyes never left mine as she leaned down to take my entire length into her luscious mouth.
A jolt of pleasure whipped through my body as she encased my cock with her warm lips and wet tongue, slobbering up and down my shaft. I watched her head moving up and down. My breath was ragged and heavy until she slowly pulled back, letting my cock pop out from her lips. I watched her, clenching my fists, burning. She reached for the glass of champagne and took a long sip, but she didn’t swallow. Instead, she took my dick back into her mouth. The cold sparkling bubbles combined with her warm lips sent a wild sensation through my body. She sucked my cock, tightening her wet lips around it. Drops of champagne dripped down the corners of her mouth. She pulled back again, focusing now on the tip, licking it with her warm tongue. My muscles tensed, and I felt the growing ecstasy as I clenched my fists tighter. Melanie took a deep breath before moving her head down, taking my length deep down her throat. She gagged a little, gripping her throat muscles around my shaft, and I growled at the rush of pleasure. She kept bobbing her head up and down, pushing me to the edge.
“Melanie, I’m close,” I hissed, warning her, but she only moaned loudly as if in agreement, speeding up the pace. “Fuck,” I growled, and Melanie slowly pulled away so that she held only the tip of my cock in her mouth as shot after shot of cum began flowing out of me. Melanie swallowed each spurt before letting my cock pop out, stroking its tip against her lips.
She wiped her lips before taking a long sip of the champagne. I watched her hungrily with my breath ragged. She walked around the chair to uncuff my hands, leaning down to reach my ear from behind, whispering seductively. “Just for the record, it was the first time I’ve done that. And I wanted it to be with you.”
The thought that she was exploring her sexuality with me was such a turn-on. The moment she set my hands free, I turned around, and with one swift move at full force, I threw the chair away. I grabbed Melanie by her waist, pushing her against the wall behind her. “I’m going to fuck you now,” I hissed, hovering over her. I slid my hand up her inner thigh, her body trembling. She was wet. Dripping wet. I stroked her sensitive bud with my fingers through the thin fabric of her lingerie. She pressed her body against the wall, arching her back as she gasped, and I whispered, watching her quivering in need. “In every possible position. But first, you’re going to ride my face.” She swallowed hard, breathing heavily, her lips parted as she looked up into my lustful eyes. I crashed my lips onto hers, kissing her demandingly before I lifted her princess style and carried her to the bedroom.
~••~
I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating. I glanced at Melanie. She was asleep. Her naked body was covered by the silky duvet. I gently kissed her arm before reaching for my phone. It was twelve past four in the morning. I opened a text from Callan that saidBLACK. It was our code for emergencies. Different colors for different cases. Black meant that he had something essential to tell me, that there may be a life-threatening danger. I got up from the bed and quietly went to the library.
“Boss?” I heard his deep voice through the speaker.
I stood by the window, gaze fixed on Manhattan that never sleeps. “What is it?” I said, my voice lowered.
“Sorry to disturb you at this hour, but we have a situation.”
