Page 41 of Vengeful Melodies (Heaven’s Guilt Revenge Tour Duet #1)

Chapter Thirty Eight

Kaiser

The hum of the RV is a steady growl beneath us, wheels devouring miles of empty highway, but the tension in here? It’s feral.

She’s curled on the sofa, scrolling through her laptop like she’s actually working, fingers twitching over keys that haven’t moved in five minutes.

The faint reflection of her face glows on the screen—bottom lip caught between her teeth, eyes flicking toward me like I’m gravity and she’s already halfway to falling.

The air in here’s too thick. Too hot.

Takoa’s at the small table pretending to read lyrics. Bash has headphones in, but his eyes are on us. And Alix? He hasn’t said a word in half an hour. Just watching. Waiting.

Dreya’s trying so damn hard to pretend none of us are here, but her thighs are pressed too tight. Her breathing’s too shallow. Her skin’s already flushed.

She doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me.

Or maybe she does. Maybe that’s the part that really drives me mad—the way she shifts in her seat beside me like she’s not grinding her thick thighs together, like I don’t hear the breath catch in her throat when I lean in to brush her hair back.

My hand lingers at her jaw.

“Can’t focus?” I murmur, low and teasing, voice like gravel dragged across velvet. “What’s wrong, Siren? You gonna tell me, or do I need to wring it out of you?”

I lean forward, elbows on my knees. “Siren.” I murmur, voice low and honeyed with heat.

She freezes like a lamb in the jaws of a wolf.

Then, slowly, she looks up at me—those big green eyes wide, already glazed.

Her lashes flutter, and I swear to God, I see her pupils darken.

She’s trying to work. Laptop open, legs crossed tight.

She’s typing one-handed, biting her lip so hard it’s almost white.

“I—I’m fine.” Dreya whispers out softly. Almost convincing .

Lie.

I lean in closer, lips barely brushing her ear. “Then why are you squirming like that?”

She makes a soft sound—almost a whimper—and my cock twitches at the sound. Her scent wraps around me, warm and sweet, laced with that ache I’ve been hungering for all damn day.

“You’re not fine,” I growl. “You’re needy. Desperate. Aren’t you, pretty girl?”

She shivers.

“You look like you need a break,” I tell her, standing and moving to kneel between her legs before she can think to stop me. I rest my hands on her thighs. Firm. Claiming. “Yeah?”

Her laptop slides to the side, forgotten.

Dreya nods.

God, she’s already pliant for me. My good girl. She doesn't even know it yet, but she’s begging without a single word.

I slide my hand down, slow and deliberate, over her thigh.

Just a whisper of touch over the waistband of those cute little shorts she’s got on.

She’s already wet—I can feel it through the fabric.

Soaked. So fucking ready. I simply cannot let my girl sit here waiting for one of us to deliver what she needs.

I lean down and press a kiss to the inside of her knee. “Eyes on me.”

She lifts her chin and locks on, breath shaky.

“You’re not hiding,” I whisper against her skin. “Not anymore.”

The room thickens. I feel them—my best friends—shift. Takoa’s book is closed. Bash’s headphones? Off. And Alix? Still as stone, watching us like a starving man eyeing the first bite of something forbidden.

I trail kisses higher. She spreads a little more for me, unconsciously. Goddamn intoxicating.

I grip her chin and turn her face to mine, forcing her to look up. “You want to be a good little slut for me?” I ask, quiet but firm.

She nods, eyes wide, breath shaky.

“Words, baby. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” she whispers, breathless. “I want to be good for you, Kai…” She sucks in a soft breath.

“You gonna let me take what I want, little Siren?” I ask, voice dark and dangerous. “Let them watch what’s already mine? What is ours.”

A shaky breath. Her fingers dig into the cushion.

“Yes, sir..” she whispers.

I grin. Fucking beautiful.

“You don’t make a sound unless I say.” I kiss higher. “You’ll keep those pretty eyes on me while they watch how I ruin you.”

She nods again, desperate.

“Good girl.”

When I finally press my mouth against her over her clothes, I feel her hips jerk. I want to rip the sounds out of her throat, but I won’t. Not yet. Not while they’re watching.

I keep my mouth there, hot breath against her until she trembles.

“Look at you,” I growl. “Already soaked through your panties. For me. With them watching.”

Her fingers clench in my hair as I tease her, lips moving, tongue pressing, never giving enough. Not yet.

I glance over my shoulder.

Takoa’s jaw is tight, knuckles white around the edge of the table. Bash is palming himself through his sweats, eyes glassy, devouring the way her head tips back in silent ecstasy. Alix’s eyes are on her mouth—on the way she tries to stay quiet like a good little thing, failing beautifully.

I sit back on my heels and grab her hand. “C’mere.”

I drag her to the floor, between my legs. She knows what I want. Her hands tremble as she undoes my belt, and I fist her hair with one hand, tilting her head back.

She hesitates for a heartbeat—but only one. Then she’s sliding off the seat in front of me, settling between my legs, looking up like the fucking picture of sin. My pretty Siren, all doe eyes and parted lips, hands resting on my thighs as she waits for my next command.

I unbuckle my jeans, slow. Watching her. Letting the tension stretch until she’s fidgeting with impatience.

"You want it, don’t you? Want to make it up to me, Siren? Want to gag on my cock while they watch you fall apart?" I ask, voice low and filthy. “Want to be my good little slut in front of them?”

She moans, actually moans at the words, and I reach down to tangle my hand in her curls.

“Then open your mouth. Show them who you belong to right now.”

She does. Mouth wide, tongue out, drool already gathering at the corners.

“Fuck, baby,” I hiss, slipping between her lips. “So fucking pretty like this.”

It’s fucking art. Her lips stretch, eyes fluttering, her tongue working me like she was made to do this. Wet. Desperate. Worshipping.

“Fuck, that’s it,” I grit out, tightening my grip in her hair. “Just like that, babygirl. You take my cock so well.”

I glance up—every one of them is watching. Hunger in their eyes. Lust on their faces. Not one of them moves to stop it.

“Fuck, baby,” I hiss, slipping between her lips. “So fucking pretty like this.”

She takes me deep—too deep—and chokes. Tears spring to her eyes, but she doesn’t stop. Doesn’t flinch. Her throat tightens around me, and I can’t help the groan that tears out of me.

“Good girl,” I breathe. “That’s it. Gag on my cock. You’re so filthy, aren’t you? Look at you—on your knees, mouth full of my cock, while they sit back and get off on the show.”

A strangled sound behind me—Alix, maybe, or Bash. Doesn’t matter.

She looks up, still sucking, messy and eager, spit running down her chin and onto my thighs. I tighten my grip in her hair and thrust shallowly, watching her fall apart with every wet, filthy sound.

“You love this. You love being used,” I growl, hips jerking forward. “You’re my nasty little slut, and you don’t care who sees.” She moans and I see stars

“Your mouth.” Thrust. “You're Cunt.” Thrust. “Your Body.” Thrust. “Your fucking soul.” Thrust..

Her breath hitches as she works harder, the wet, slick sounds filling the small space between us.

Her throat tightens around me, gagging lightly, eyes fluttering as she struggles to keep control.

I grip her hair tightly, guiding her, pushing just enough to break her limits—because she loves the edge, the delicious vulnerability.

The guys are close now, sitting near us, watching with hungry, dark eyes. Their breaths hitch, their bodies tense with want and need, but they hold back—waiting for their turn, feeding off this raw moment between us.

Her mouth works feverishly, slick and hot around me, the wet sounds thick and messy—slurps and suckling that make my muscles twitch with need. I can feel the way her tongue slides against my cock, every lick and swirl setting my skin on fire, every sloppy, eager motion pulling me deeper.

She gags again, choking slightly, but her eyes stay locked on mine—wide, glazed, begging without words. I yank her hair a little harder, forcing her to take more, and a harsh growl rips from deep in my chest.

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl for me,” I rasp, voice rough and low. “Look at you, gagging on my cock like you want to drown. You’re mine to use. Mine to break. And you love it.”

Her fingers clutch my thighs as she tries to hold herself steady, her body trembling with every shove of my cock, every breathless gasp.

I press my palm hard against her head, holding her down, making sure she knows she’s got no choice but to take it all.

I watch as her face turns a dark red, and with restraint in feel slipping I pull myself free from her hot mouth, watching as she takes a ragged breath.

“Touch yourself,” I growl, voice low and commanding. “Show them how much you want it, how much you need me.”

Her hand slides between her thighs, fingers trembling as she strokes herself, her skin flushed and shining with sweat. Her body arches toward me, desperate and aching, every shudder pushing her closer to the edge.

I lean down, my voice a low, rough whisper in her ear.

“You want it, don’t you? Want me to fuck you so hard, make you scream for me?

” I grin leaning up, “Beg for me,” I command, voice sharp, dark.

“Tell me you want my cock in your cunt. Tell me how much you need me to fuck you hard and to break you, and rebuild you with each fucking orgasm I wring from your body.”

Her whimper breaks free, barely a whisper but thick with need: “Please, Kai… fuck me. I need you to fuck me.Break Me. I’m yours—use me.” Dreya looks at me, her green eyes glossy and wild.