CHAPTERSIX
Abram
Anything.
She’s so innocent.
She’s just given the devil an opportunity to prey on her.
I look into her eyes, shocked by the sincerity of her offer. She’d really do anything.
Does she go around promising to do anything for strangers?
I hope not.
I was serious when I told her I couldn’t let her go.
I want her – everything from her long vibrant red hair to her curvy hips and heart-shaped ass. I want to run my hands over her sumptuous mounds while committing every curve and edge into memory.
I want to look into her eyes while making her do sinful things that pleasure us both.
Her eyes...deep blue depths are filled with compelling innocence, unguarded secrets and restraints, and exciting defiance held back by fear.
I can tell she’s been hurt a lot by the people closest to her. Yet, everything about her makes me want to pick up a brush again.
I want to paint those big beautiful eyes, laughing and free. She makes me want so many things that I haven’t wanted in a long time.
I feel bad that I have to capitalize on her innocent offer, but I don’t seem to have any other choice.
Something tells me I’d regret letting her go now.
“Did you say you’d do anything?” I ask, raising my eyes slowly to hers.
“Yes,” she nods jerkily. “I...I would do anything.”
She bites her lower lip, a nervous gesture that sends lust ricocheting through my veins. I suddenly feel the urge to run my tongue along her lips’ soft lines and delve into her mouth's sweet contours while... I shake the thoughts away.
I raise my eyes to hers, intentionally holding her gaze in place. “Be mine,” I say slowly, watching her expressive face. “For two weeks.”
She gaps softly, and her big eyes grow even bigger. A furious blush spread across her rosy cheeks, making her even more desirable.
“What?!” she spits out, blinking rapidly in surprise, or is it anger? She looks offended like I’ve just made the most inconceivable demand. “I’m not a whore!”
I hold back a snicker and sit up slowly with a soft sigh. I gesture to the bed.
“Please sit, Miss Hanson.”
She throws a suspicious glance at the bed and shakes her head.
“No, thank you. I’d rather stand.”
“If I wanted to jump you, I had the whole night to do so,” I say with a slow smirk. She lowers her gaze bashfully, doing that thing with her lips that’s got my member stirring in my pants. “Please, sit, Melody.”
The name’s a perfect fit...I’d make her my muse and my melody. All mine.
Melody hesitantly lowers herself on the bed, intentionally putting a safe distance between us.
She looks ready to jump up and run out the door at any second.