Page 30 of The Spare (The King Dynasty #2)

I open the door, the sound almost sounding like a bullet going off, and make my way down the street to her side of the car, coming up from behind. I clock the side of her profile in the side mirror; her attention is so focused on him that she doesn't notice me.

Neither of them do.

I get to the window. "Time to go," I say sharply.

Her head snaps to the side and her mouth opens in a shocked scream, but I bend down quickly, grabbing her arm before she can retract it and lock down hard on her wrist. "Mason," she snaps, struggling against me. "Mason, get off me!"

"What the fuck, man? What is your problem?" Leo reaches over and tries to grab her arm, pulling as well. But I'm stronger. I don't bother with opening the door; instead, I yank her out of the car through the window, hoisting her into my arms.

"I said let's go."

Melody strains against me as I walk us to my car. Stephen runs past me. Leo's car door slams behind us, but I keep my focus on her. "I was on a date!" she hisses, irate.

Her eyes flash at me, but I give her an irritated look, letting her see the extent of my displeasure.

Her eyes lose some of their fire, but not much.

"You think I give a fuck about your date?

" I emphasize, arching my brow at her. "You turned your back on me earlier.

And what's more, you disappeared with him for half an hour while you ignored my phone calls. "

"You deserved it!" she yells in my face.

I get the car door open and set her inside, grabbing the seatbelt and pulling it over her body.

"I got- I got it!" Melody snaps irritably, jerking it out of my hands and pushing my arm away. She turns, her hands shaking so hard she can't get it to click. I wait for a second before trying to reach in again, but she throws me a nasty look. "I said I got it!" she yells.

"Then act like it and snap the fucking seatbelt already!" I yell back, feeling my patience snap. "God, woman! What the fuck!"

It clicks, and she sits back tightening her lips together. Her eyes narrow at me, as I slam her car door, keeping her eye contact the entire time I walk around the car and get into the front seat.

"What?" I grit out, buckling my own seatbelt.

She recoils her head and scrunches her nose, giving me another nasty look. "Where are you taking me?"

"To my house."

"For what?" she snaps.

"You know what!" I growl, seriously hanging by a thread.

Her eyes go wide. She breaks our eye contact and sits back in her seat before turning her head to look in the backseat. "Where the fuck is all my stuff? I had way more than those three boxes."

I muffle an exasperated groan, feeling a headache gathering behind my eyes.

I start the car, pulling off. Breezing right by Stephen and Leo, who looks a little shell shocked at our car as we drive past. "The rest of it's in Dante's car; he's gone ahead of us to unload it."

She's silent again.

My fingers are so tight on the steering wheel my knuckles go white. We're both breathing heavily, upset with each other, and it's ten solid minutes into the drive before I dare to break the tension. "What were you doing at his house, Melody?"

"Nothing," her tone is short, too perfunctory for my taste.

"Nothing, huh?" I take a deep breath, blowing it out calmly through my nose. "What does 'nothing' mean nowadays, Mel?"

Fuck, she knows I can't stand that word.

I'm met with silence.

"Did you fuck him?" I ask.

"It's none of your business."

"Hey, stop playin', Mel. I asked you a question that I want answered," I say quietly, looking over at her.

"And I said it was none of your motherfucking business!" she turns to pierce me with a stare so pissed that if it were any other person, they'd be getting jumped in my car. No lie.

My eyes snap to hers as I crawl to a stop at a red light around the corner from my building.

"Look at me," I say, keeping my voice even.

It takes everything in me to act calm. I wait until her head turns, and her eyes find mine.

"It would be easier for us both if you answer my questions now, because when I get you in the house, if you don't answer my questions, I'm going to force them out of you.

Do you understand what I'm saying, Mel?"

She blinks, her face flushing slightly. "Maybe."

Her innocence cools me down just slightly.

Slightly.

I take a deep breath and wet my lips, seeing her eyes flit to them then back again. "Did you fuck Leo tonight, Mel?"

The silences stretches between us and the light turns green, illuminating her face. This time, I let her have her silence. I turn to face forward, drive us into the parking garage, and park in my space. I unbuckle my seatbelt, rubbing my hand along my jaw.

"Do you love me?" I ask quietly. Pulling my eyes from the concrete wall in front of us I turn my head and meet her eyes.

She's staring at me like a deer caught in headlights.

My eyes lower to where her hands lay in her lap, clenched so hard they're turning red.

I look back up at her, covering her hands with my own.

"It's a simple question, much simpler than the other one.

But I need you to answer this one. Do you love me? "

"Yes," she says breathlessly. Her chin quivers, and she pulls her lips into an adorable pout, but she keeps my eye contact.

My heart skips a beat, my hand tightens over hers, and I let the warmth melt the ice of my ire before I answer her back. "I love you, too."

The lights in the car go off, and an eerie silence fills the small space. But she still doesn't look away.

I don't either.

I shift in my seat, draping my arm across my steering wheel in a relaxed stance, hoping it'll get her to open up.

"One more time, baby," I say calmly, fighting that anger always swirling deep down inside. "Did you fuck him?"

"What does it matter if I fucked him, Mason?" she whispers. "I'm sure you've fucked plenty of women since I've met you."

I lean forward, tucking a wayward curl behind her ear. "I haven't touched a single person since the day I met you, Mel. How could I, hm, when I had you to look forward to?"

"But.. but…" Her brows furrow, and I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to hers. Silencing her.

I kiss her slowly, feeling her hesitancy. Her fingers tremble under my hand, and brush my thumb softly over them.

I kiss her for long minutes, memorizing her taste and how she likes her tongue stroked. Finding out quickly that she doesn't like her top lip nipped, but she does like her bottom lip to be tugged on. Her skin is so soft, like the silk sheets upstairs in our bed.

The bed she's never even seen before but is her bed now. I didn't give her her own room like Hendrix did Isobel. I'm too selfish .

When I pull away from her mouth, she's panting lightly, and her lips are swollen.

I move my hand from her hands and cup her upper thigh, curling my fingers around and squeezing gently.

I'm so close to her pussy I feel the heat warming my fingers.

I massage her flesh, bunching it up in my fingers before releasing her, letting myself enjoy touching her before we go upstairs where it's no doubt about to become supremely uncomfortable.

Her breath hitches in her lungs; her eyes dilate and go hooded.

My dick is so hard.

I pull my hand away reluctantly.

"Let's go," I clear my throat, opening my car door and stepping out, making my way to hers and opening it. The sight of her long, toned legs in her pantyhose swinging from the car makes my mouth go dry and my dick twitch.

It's going to be a long night.