Page 40 of The Devils Melody
The weight of my knife in my boot feels heavier. It’s calling to me, wanting the taste of blood as much as I do. The very idea of carving his flesh while she watches what I would do for her has my cock straining against my zipper.
Most women would run from someone like me. They’d call this madness, psychotic even, but she wouldn’t. I know she would understand the darkness within me. She would stand there, her eyes wide and chest heaving, watching me paint the floor red in her name. And I swear to Lucifer, I don’t think she would look away.
She was made for this.For me.
She just doesn’t know it yet. But she will.
Because love doesn’t always look like flowers and fucking sonnets. Sometimes it looks like bones breaking in your hands. Sometimes, it looks like death, and I would give her both if it meant she kept looking at me the way she is right now.
I tear my eyes off her just long enough to glance over at Lennox again. He stands beside me at the railing, his grip curled so tight around the metal I swear I hear it groan. His knuckles are bone white, tension rippling up his arm as if he’s physically trying to tear out of his own skin. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and we’re both falling for it.
“She likes the attention,” Lennox mutters, his voice low and strained. “She wants us to see.”
I smirk, but there’s no humor in it. “She’s begging for it.”
He doesn’t respond, but I can see the war inhis eyes. Rage. Lust. Restraint. It’s all there, boiling just beneath the surface. Same as mine.
Fuck.
I can’t take it anymore. The way she moves is lust personified. Every sway of her hips is a sin just waiting to be committed. I step away from the railing as if I’ve been yanked on a leash. My body’s not mine anymore. It hasn’t been since she walked into this club like a fucking offering. Every nerve is lit, wired straight to her, and all I can think about is how it’s going to feel when she’s pressed up against me.
Making my way down the steps, my mind races with thoughts of how my little bird feels. How wet she was for me the last time I saw her. The way she was about to sit that pretty little pussy right on my face and drown me. I could kill my brother for ruining that moment for me. One taste wasn't enough, but tonight that will change. My little bird will sing for me.
I make my way onto the dance floor and that’s when I really take her in. She’s out there, wrapped in smoke and strobe lights, hips swaying to a rhythm that goes straight to my dick. The crowd pulses around her, faceless and forgettable, but she's a beacon I can't look away from.
She doesn't look back as I head right for her. She doesn’t need to. It’s almost as if she knows I'm coming for her and she can feel my very presence. The pull between us is electric. I’m gravity and she's the center of it all. Her hands lift above her head, that sexy as hell body twisting with an ease so raw it’s almost violent.
Wren doesn't flinch when I step into her or check to see if it's me, she just moves closer and grinds against me as if she's been waiting this whole time to feel my touch again. My hands find her waist and pull her even closer andfuck, my dick is about to bust out of my goddamn pants. With the way she moves against me, plotting her next move, I know she can feel it too. We fit so well together, she was fucking made for me.
She is a current, and I’m drowning in her storm.
13
Lennox
THE ENFORCER
Ihaven’t taken my eyes off of her since the moment I found her. It doesn’t matter that the club is packed from wall to wall, or that the lights keep shifting in blinding flashes of red. My focus hasn’t wavered.
Notfuckingonce.
She’s down there in the crowd, lit up by the lights turning her into a fucking fever dream. That sexy as fuck body twisting with ease, hips rolling slow and hypnotic, sweat shining on her skin. She was born to drive men crazy. Her body is pressed up against my brother like she was made to fit there. Ass grinding into him, teasing and tempting. Maybe shewasmade for him. Maybe that’s what pisses me off the most.
I hate that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since I saw her hovering over Kage’s face, ready to ride him into oblivion, but I can’t shut her out. She’s embedded into my skin. Sunk her teeth so deep, I’m fucking infected, and I don’t think I want a cure.
She’s trying to kill me with the way she moves, every sway of her hips a dare. My dicks been hard since thesecond I laid eyes on her, and now it’s becoming unbearable. Fucking painful, really. I want to grab her by the throat and ask her if shelikesdriving me insane. If she’s proud of the way she’s fucking ruining me.
I watch the way Kage’s hand slides down her back, greedy and possessive, owning every inch of her body. I think we both know I’d burn this whole fucking place down for just a taste of what he has right now.
I know I tried to deny it at first, but there's no denying it now. I want her skin under my palms, her mouth moaning my name into my ear. I want to bury my face between her thighs until she forgets every fucking man she’s ever been with before me. Beforeus.
She’s not just beautiful, she’s fuckingdevastating.
The worst part is that she’s doing this on purpose. The arch in her back, the way she drags her fingers through her hair, tipping her head back just waiting to be bitten. That’s not just dancing, it’s a goddamn performance, and I’m the fucking audience.
I’m not the only one watching them. I see the way other men look at her. The way their eyes track every sway of her hips, every roll of her body against Kage’s. They don’t see the danger around her. Treating her like an item on a goddamn menu with the way they’re licking their lips. They watch her like they’ve earned a right.
Well, they fucking haven’t. My hands flex at my side as I try to reign in the need to end all their lives. Right here, right now. Not caring who sees. Not giving a single shit if this mission gets blown apart because of it. It’s getting really fucking hard being the only one in control. The only one with any sense of self preservation.
