Page 62 of The Sea Witch’s Son (The Villains of Wolf Hollow #1)
Chapter 6 1
MARLIN
I had considered the possibility of a competitor.
The chance that another brilliant mind might jeopardize the plans I had spent so many years making. It has always been a possibility, and I had resigned myself to the fact that when the time comes, I will do whatever it takes to eliminate the competition.
By any means necessary.
Now that I am actually faced with the reality, I find myself intrigued by the idea of a long-term competitor. Someone who can challenge me and remind me what it’s like to play the fool.
The notion is uncomfortable in a fascinating sort of way, much like the way my little saint is currently struggling against her bonds.
“Was all four limbs really necessary? ”
She growls and pulls at the rope wrapped around her wrists. I have her spread-eagled on my bed, completely at my mercy as I tighten the last bond around her ankle.
“Was it necessary to plant the drugs in my locker?”
“I took them out.” She grumbles, watching me pull the bedpost to make sure it’s not going anywhere, “No harm done.”
I smile, crawling onto the bed and settling myself between her spread legs.
“Consider this your punishment, little saint. For threatening my position as the best liar in Wolf Hollow.”
My praise has her pussy weeping. I blow a puff of air across her clit and watch Melody squirm against the ropes.
She is a passionate creature, my little saint. Bright and colourful and so deliciously twisted that it kills me not to take a bite out of her.
Not that I try too hard.
“ Marlin!” She shrieks, feeling my teeth sink onto her swollen bud. I brand her with my teeth before kissing the pain away.
I take my time with her scars, the faded marks that remain a permanent part of her body. Each one gets worshipped and punished by my tongue, chasing away the fear and replacing it with pleasure.
She still cries sometimes. Curls up in the shower and tries to disappear down the drain like it might erase what happened.
I take care of her broken pieces the same way I take care of her body. Washing away the pain until she forgets about the blood stains. Kissing away the sorrow until she remembers the pleasure to be had.
It is an excruciating process, but I take solace in knowing no one else will ever see these scars. No one else will know what it’s like to hold her sobbing body and rebuild her shattered spirit until it is strong enough to fight back the demons.
With me standing right by her side.
“The next election is in four years.” Sucking her clit into my mouth, I listen to her gasp, “I hope you have started preparations.”
“Y-You’re going to lose.”
Melody is shaking, writhing against her bonds as the orgasm starts to build. I tease her mercilessly, fucking her with my tongue until she’s begging for more.
“I have big plans, little saint. Plans which involve destroying your stepfather.”
She’s panting, on the very brink of a climax, and yet this devious little creature manages to give me a smile.
“That’s what I’m counting on.”
I drive my tongue back into her, savouring the taste of her pussy and the sound of her screams. Passion spills from Melody’s body into my own, and I embrace it.
Every sensation. Every emotion crashing through my chest.
Despite my best efforts, Melody St. James became my downfall. She is to me what the sea was to my father, the vice that will one day result in my destruction.
Or my salvation .
I am still a difficult man to love. Cruel and selfish and more than a little self-centred, I represent everything that is wrong with the world. I bring nothing but imperfections to the table, monstrous characteristics that ought to be thrown into the ocean until they are lost and forgotten.
And yet, somewhere in the darkness I found my little saint. She darkened my shade of grey, it is true, but she also did something far more important.
She taught a ghost how to live again.
And showed a monster he was worthy of love.