Page 44 of Overdosed: Her Dark Side
His fingers trailed a tantalizing path from my neck to my belly, each touch igniting a spark of lust.
“Why resist, then?” I bit my lip, maintaining eye contact and a deep growl rumbled down Shane’s throat.
His gaze roamed my body before meeting mine with a smirk, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. Drawing me closer, he whispered against my ear, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “The only thing I can’t resist in this life is you, Melanie.” He suckled my earlobe, sending a jolt of electricity down my spine. “You’re my undoing I can’t resist.”
With each soft, wet kiss he trailed down my neck, the tension between us intensified. My breath slowed and deepened as desire ignited within me.
His warm breath against my skin sent shivers cascading through my body. The gentle yet teasing caress of his fingers kindled my desire. I gasped sharply as his hand moved to my inner thigh, the sensation building with each inch it climbed. He lifted his eyes, burning like a flame, to meet mine, shoving his fingers inside me, making me release a gasp. His fingers pushed deeper, sending waves of pleasure surging through me.
“I want you, Shane,” I pleaded, drowning in the intoxicating lust between us.
With a swift motion, Shane spun me around again so that I was again my back to him, our reflections meeting in the mirror. A loud groan escaped my lips at the first, deep thrust inside me. Shane covered my mouth with his hand to muffle the sounds. His other hand slid under my belly, guiding my movements, matching with his. As our bodies melded together, my breath, heavy and rugged, seemed to blend with Shane’s seamlessly. I supported myself on the marble countertop, watching the reflection of our bodies in the mirror, moving in sync as he drove me to ecstasy.
The following day was our last day in this place that became our haven. We woke up early to watch the sunrise on the beach. All three of us together. A family. My family. I wished we could stay here forever and continue to live this idyllic life. However, as the saying goes. There’s always a calm before the storm. Our days here were calm before everything started falling apart again, all at once like a destructive hurricane.
“It’s Elena,” Shane said, his expression grave as he handed me the phone after a brief conversation. “She wants to talk to you.”
Taking the phone, my gaze flickered between Shane, who took Hope from my arms, and the device pressed to my ear. “Elena?” I greeted, my voice hesitant.
I heard a heavy breath on the other end, followed by Elena’s gravelly tone. “Melanie, your mother is here. She wants to meet you. She begged me to call you and relay the message so you can schedule a meeting when you’re back in New York.”
My blood ran cold. My mother? That was the last thing I expected. I couldn’t believe my ears. I struggled to process the news. My heart started pounding in my chest. The world around me seemed to spin. I had come to terms with being disinherited by my parents. I had accepted that I had no family left. And now this.
“Melanie?” Elena’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Are you there?”
I glanced at Shane. He held Hope in his arms, worry etched in his eyes. I saw a man who cared for his daughter. A man who wouldn’t hesitate to kill in a heartbeat. Just to make sure his child was safe. Not because he was a dangerous criminal, but because he was a father.
“Tell her that I don’t want to see her. Ever again.” I ended the call hastily, running my hands through my hair.
The only family I had was here with me. With my daughter now in my life, I was even more resentful toward my parents. How could they reject their own child, treating me as though I were disposable? I loved Hope more than anything. I’d die for her. I wanted to give her the world, the love she deserved, and make her feel loved and wanted, protected.
I felt Shane’s hand gently weaving through my hair as he embraced me, planting a comforting kiss on my forehead.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m here,” he whispered. His voice was like a soothing remedy to my broken soul. I tried not to break, not to cry in front of Hope, but tears were streaming down my cheeks already. I couldn’t prevent it.
“Why are you crying, Mommy?” Hope asked shyly, her small hand tenderly stroking my hair.
I took a deep breath, trying to blink away the tears. “It’s nothing, sweetie.” I gently caressed her cheek before glancing at Shane. “Could you please bring me a glass of water from the bar?” I mustered a smile.
I knew Shane would understand me and no words were needed. I wanted him to take Hope away for a brief moment so I could calm my nerves, and I knew he picked up on it. I saw it in his eyes. He nodded and kissed my forehead once more before carrying Hope toward the nearby bar.
I turned to the ocean, its vast expanse stretching out before me. The soothing breeze and rhythmic waves crashing against the shore never failed to calm my racing thoughts.
“Melanie.” A firm grip on my elbow startled me. I looked up to meet Austin’s dark brown eyes, his black brows furrowed. “We need to talk.”
“Don’t touch me!” I tried to yank out of his grip, but it only tightened.
My eyes met with the bodyguards, who wanted to react immediately, but I shook my head. I wanted to handle Austin on my own. I knew he wouldn’t cause any harm.
“You didn’t mention your baby daddy is some big shot,” he spoke in a tone that made my skin crawl.
“I didn’t think I owed you any explanations,” I retorted.
“Well, you did. You left with no word. Now, you seemed to be embarrassed of me.”
“What are you talking about?”
Austin leaned in closer. His presence loomed over me like a stormy cloud about to unleash its fury. “Is it his money that made you get back with him?”
