Warning ⚠️
This chapter contains mature scenes and language
Abuse and obsession
What are you doing Melody, enjoying the comfort of the man you just met two months ago —whom you infiltrated his mansion is the same man you find solace in.
I don't even know anything about Lucas but here I am living in his mansion. I tried to withdraw from his embrace but he wouldn't let me, asking me stay a bit longer.
"Umm" Miguel trying to draw our attention to his presence.
"Melody what did you do to gain my uncle's attention because I haven't seen him show this side of his to anyone" Miguel said
"I just met your uncle two months ago " Mel said
Mel decided to ask Lucas how old he his since he knows more about her than she does to him.
"I am 27 my child "Lucas said
" I am not a child Lucas,I am 19 you know. "Mel said
Mel stood up from Lucas laps to continued her projects but Lucas seems rather mad at her actions, sending all the maids away as well as his nephew leaving only him and Mel in the mansion while the guards stayed outside .
Lucas hoisted Mel onto the polished dining table with effortless strength, pinning her in place so escape was impossible. His gaze raked over her body like a predator sizing up prey, dark eyes lingering on the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts straining against her dress, and the tremble in her thighs. His hands started at her neck, fingers tracing the rapid pulse there before sliding down, palms gliding over her collarbone, skimming the sides of her tits, and finally gripping her thighs, spreading them just enough to make her squirm.
He leaned in close, his hot breath fanning across her skin as he planted open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, down her throat, and across her collarbone. No spot went untouched—his lips brushed her ears, nipped at her shoulders, sucked lightly on the sensitive skin above her cleavage. Shivers raced down her thighs, her body betraying her with a flush of heat that pooled between her legs.
Lucas's hand slipped under her dress, cupping one breast through the thin fabric of her bra. His thumb circled her hardening nipple, teasing it into a stiff peak while his mouth hovered at her ear. 'You love this, don't you, little one? Feeling my hands own these perfect tits, knowing I'll make your pussy ache for my cock,' he whispered, his voice a low growl laced with filth. The words hit her like a spark, her core clenching as wetness soaked her panties, her arousal building with every dirty syllable.
His other hand ventured lower, fingers inching toward the hem of her dress, brushing the edge of her soaked underwear—but a sudden crash of the door shattered the moment. Miles burst in, eyes widening in fury at the sight of Lucas's hand still buried under Mel's dress.
'What the fuck do you think you're doing to my sister, you sick bastard?' Miles roared, fists clenched.
Lucas pulled back slowly, a smirk curling his lips as he met Miles's glare. 'She looked pretty into it, don't you think? Moaning like she couldn't get enough.'
Mel's face burned with humiliation. She yanked her dress down, scrambling to sit up and slip off the table, desperate to dodge Miles's rage. But he wasn't letting her off easy.
'I came here hoping to see my sister recover, not watch you treat her like one of your sex slaves,' Miles snarled, grabbing her arm.
He dragged Mel out, snatching her laptop and phone in the process. 'You're coming home to recuperate, and you're not seeing this asshole again.'
Not like there's anything between us, Mel thought, her mind foggy from the interrupted heat. Although... he does have a way with his hands that works wonders. No wonder Natasha was so eager to be his fucktoy.
I wouldn't mind if I were her—damn, he's sexy, even if he's a total psychopath, she mused, barely registering Miles's tirade as he hauled her away.
Madrigal Mansion
Back at the sprawling Madrigal estate, Miles recounted the scene at Lucas's house in vivid detail—how Mel had been lost in it, arching into Lucas's touch. Her parents' faces darkened with anger, and even Milo, looked pissed. The family was united in their fury.
Melody was grounded until full recovery, confined to the house with no contact to the outside world. But the Madrigals had bigger plans brewing for her safety.
During her isolation, Delilah snuck a visit, slipping past the heightened security. She pulled Mel aside in the garden, voice hushed. 'I've been getting nonstop calls from Lucas's bodyguard. This guy Damien keeps saying Lucas wants you to pick up your calls.'
Mel sighed, glancing at the mansion's reinforced doors. 'I'm grounded after that mess at his place—no phone at all. I borrowed Milo's just to reach you for my assignment.'
'Mom and Dad cranked up security even more,' she added, frustration lacing her words.
'What the hell happened at his mansion, anyway?' Delilah pressed, eyes wide.
'He... tried to punish me for ditching him,' Mel admitted, a blush creeping up her cheeks.
'OMG, Melody! What are you doing—falling for that maniac?' Lilah exclaimed.
'He's not... I mean, he just had a messed-up childhood,' Mel defended weakly.
'And how do you know that? Did he spin you that sob story? For fuck's sake, Mel—he's mafia, a sadist, the worst kind. He's dangerous.' Delilah's concern was palpable, her hand gripping Mel's arm.
'I don't like him, okay? Though he is hot. I just get him a little. And I need to know what went down five years ago. Even if you all won't help, I have to find out—from someone.'
The week dragged on in tense confinement, but finally, school resumed. Mel got her phone back, along with a shadow: Dimitrius, her new personal bodyguard, tasked with keeping Lucas at bay. He was built like a tank, silent and watchful, trailing her everywhere.
Back at School
Mel strode into school looking effortlessly stunning—a black crop top hugging her torso, baggy blue jeans slung low on her hips, black boots adding edge, and her silky dark hair cascading down her back like a midnight wave.
She breezed through class, submitting the project she'd partnered on with Jude at the term's start, then nailed her presentation. Lessons blurred by until lunch, and oddly, no Marianos in sight. Too bad I couldn't reach them while I was locked down. Hope they're alright, she thought, heading to the cafeteria.
Lost in her head, she collided straight into Lucas, who stood there like he'd been waiting. His presence hit her like a jolt—tall, brooding, that dangerous smirk in place.
'Hey, little one. You missed me?' he drawled, voice smooth as sin.
Fuck, I'm screwed. What the hell is he doing here? Mel's heart hammered.
Lucas leaned in, explaining casually. 'Called you a hundred times—no answer. So I had Damien bug your friend Delilah instead.'
Dimitrius burst into the cafeteria just then, hand twitching toward his concealed gun. But Damien was faster, stepping forward with a cold warning. 'I wouldn't do that if I were you.'
Mel's blood boiled. She grabbed Lucas's arm, storming out and dragging him to the nearest empty room—the infirmary, door clicking shut behind them.
'What are you doing here? And why the calls?' she hissed in a whisper, pulse racing.
'Couldn't finish what we started last time,' Lucas replied, that mischievous grin flashing as he crowded her space.
'You couldn't finish? That's your excuse for showing up? Am I just some sex doll to you, Lucas?' Fury mixed with the unwelcome spark of heat in her core.
'Do you have any idea the trouble—' Her words cut off as his hands cupped her breasts through the crop top, thumbs rubbing her nipples to hard points. The fabric was thin, offering no barrier to the friction that made her gasp.
'You were saying?' he teased, smile wicked.
'I... hmmm,' Mel moaned, words dissolving into soft whimpers as he squeezed, arousal flooding her.
With a rip, Lucas tore her crop top open, exposing her lacy bra. He shoved it down, mouth latching onto one breast—tongue swirling the nipple, teeth grazing before he sucked hard, drawing out her pleasure like he was starving. His free hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her cries as his fingers delved lower, yanking at her jeans.
He popped the button, shoved the denim down her thighs, and slipped his hand into her panties. Two fingers found her slick folds, stroking the wetness coating her pussy. 'You're dripping, little one,' he murmured against her skin, circling her clit before pushing inside, curling to hit that spot that made her buck.
'That's submission right there—your cunt begging for my touch,' he growled, pumping his fingers slow and deep, building the rhythm until her walls fluttered around him.
He released her breast with a wet pop, crashing his mouth to hers. Their kiss was fierce, lips bruising, tongues tangling in a battle that melted into desperate need. Mel's hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer even as her mind screamed to stop.
The shrill bell shattered the haze. Mel snapped back, shoving him away with trembling hands. Her torn top gaped open, breasts heaving, jeans askew. Tears welled up as reality crashed in.
'Lucas, why? I got in so much trouble last time because of this. I'm not Natasha or Stella—I'm not your sex slave!' she sobbed, voice breaking.
'If I mean anything to you, you wouldn't force me like this. And I still don't remember five years ago, what you say I was part of!' The words tumbled out, raw and aching.
Lucas's expression shifted—regret flickering in his eyes. He pulled her into a tight hug, his arms enveloping her shaking form. 'Shh, little one,' he murmured, shrugging off his jacket to drape it over her shoulders, covering the damage.
Without another word, he guided her out of the school, his hand firm on her back, leading her away from the chaos he'd ignited