Stolen Melody (Snow and Ash #2) by Heather Knight Page B

grip and pins my arms up over my head, kisses me, and grinds his dick against me like he’s got to stick it in me now.
    “Axel, please.” I turn my face away and push against his chest. “We just walked through the door.”
    He captures my chin in his hand and forces me to look at him. “What’s his name?”
    I try to pull away, but his grip is merciless. The cruel glint in his eyes scares me. It also sends a surge of excitement to my belly, and moisture seeps between my already thickening folds.
    “Don’t mess with me, Melody.” He peels back my collar and takes a deep, long suck on the tender skin of my neck.
    “Stop, Axel. Stop! I told you, I don’t know his last name!” My pussy weeps. I know what he’s doing. He’s making sure there’s no doubt in that other man’s mind that I belong to him. It shames me that with just one glance, everyone will know what he’s done with me, what I’ve let him do. I hate that I part my legs, for angling myself toward his dick, but I have to. I want to.
    As quickly as he seized me, Axel steps back, spins me around and yanks off my coat. I’m wearing two shirts underneath, and he lifts both over my head until I’m standing there in nothing but my bra, my jeans, and my boots.
    “Take those off,” he says, nodding to the jeans, the boots.
    I bite my lip. He was so wonderful last night. What happened?
    “I said take those off.” He removes his jacket and flicks off his boots. The knife edge in his voice tells me he’s not kidding.
    My heart pounds in my chest, but knowing it’ll go easier for me if I do as he says, I unlace my boots and kick them to the side of the couch. I unzip my pants and pull them down. Just as I’ve stepped free of them, Axel shoves me over the end of the couch, tears my panties off, and spanks my behind.  
    “Ouch! What are you doing?” Despite the pain, shock washes over me like ice cold water.
    He delivers a series of stinging slaps, ignoring my pleas. He plants his hands on my hips as he kicks my legs apart. “Who was he?” he demands.
    My throat swells and I let out the first sob. How can he do this to me?
    “He was just my bodyguard,” I say through my tears.
    “Not good enough, Melody.” The spanking starts again. He’s not gentle, and my ass cheeks feel as though they’re on fire.
    “Nothing happened,” I sob over my shoulder. “I swear it.”
    He grabs me by the hair and pulls me upright, the denim of his jeans chafing my raw skin. “I saw how you dressed back then. How you acted.”
    “I told you, it was all scripted. Please believe me.”
    “Did you let him touch your titties?” he murmurs in my ear. His other hand comes around me, circles my belly, and disappears into the dark thatch of curls between my legs. I cringe at the slurpy wet sounds his fingers make when he finds my slit.
    “No!” I’m really crying now, the snot-bubbling-at-the-end-of-your-nose kind of crying. “I was a virgin when we met. You know that.”
    He grunts and shoves a finger inside me. Two. My heart cracks at this change in him. “I thought you said you would protect me. Why are you treating me this way?”
    “You need to understand who owns you.” He withdraws his fingers and spreads my juices over my clit.
    “No one owns me.” My body becomes lethargic as he works his magic between my legs. My eyes flutter shut as I part my thighs for him.
    His hand stills, and he clutches my crotch. “Do you want me to spank your pussy?”
    The mere thought of it makes me moan. I undulate my hips, wanting—no, needing—him to continue. Abruptly he pushes me away, unhooks my bra and pulls it off my shoulders, and at the first sweet kiss of the cool air, my nipples go stiff.
    His lips close over the tip of my breast and he sucks hard, sending a liquid scream straight to my womb.
    “Oh yes!” I plunge my hands into the stubbly growth of his hair and arch up to meet him.
    “Did he do this to you?” His teeth clamp down on my nipple, and the