CHAPTER 50

" One murder makes a villain, millions a hero. Numbers sanctify, my good fellow." - Monsieur Verdoux

MELODY POV

"You better not rip my new dress." I hissed low and dangerously, fighting the moan that clawed the back of my throat with tiny tingles.

"I have done it before, I can do it again." Jordan - who was all in about defying every word I said- countered, running his hot, wet tongue on my naked neck. A shiver rolled down my spine as he thrust his knee up my naked sex.

"Don't cross me, dear fiancée." our little bickering seemed to add to the inferno that soared between us. As always, I had to push his buttons, and he would accept the challenge wrapped in grace and morph it into the sweetest form of discipline. That always got me.

"Oh, what is it you are going to do?" he pulled back just in time to look at me with lust-filled eyes.

"You forgot this house is top-notch in finest weaponry. And sadly, you didn't hide knives and guns." I said with a moan, my hips rotating and my sex grind