Chapter 4: Ruin Me, Make Me Yours

MELANIE

The kiss wasn’t gentle or sweet. It was desperate. I grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands and pressed my lips hard against his, pouring everything I had been hiding for years into it.

Gavin froze. His hands came up to my shoulders like he wanted to push me away.

“Melanie, shit… stop it,” he growled against my lips, his voice strained. “This is… this is wrong. You’re Dalton’s daughter. I’m old enough to be your father. I know you’re scared and emotional—”

“I don’t care,” I whispered fiercely, holding on to his shirt tighter, rising on my toes so my body pressed against his. “I’ve loved you for so long, Gavin. Please… just tonight. I need to feel something real.”

“Stop!” He was more forceful now. “You don't know what you are saying, you can't possibly love me.”

“Really?” I challenged him, my voice sharp. “You feel I don't know what love is because I'm just a broken girl whose mother didn't love enough to stay? Or because my father never showed me love?”

“Fuck!” Gavin dragged his hands through his hair in frustration. “That's not what I meant. Your father loves you—”

“Bullshit! That's a fucking lie, and you know it.” I screamed, rushing him again, holding on tight to his shirt, staring into his beautiful, tormented hazel eyes. “I want you, Gavin, and I’m done pretending.”

He tried to step back, but I grabbed his hands and shoved them between my legs under his shirt to feel how wet I was for him.  

“Holy shit,” Gavin muttered under his breath, dragging his hands away from my pussy and staring at the liquid on his fingers. His breathing changed, his hands tightened on my arms instead of pushing me away. I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was fighting himself.

But I didn’t give him time to think. 

I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck, crushing my lips on his, tongue tangling against his. The oversized shirt I wore barely covered my ass as I ground my bare slit against his pants, feeling him harden underneath.

He groaned against my mouth. 

For a second, he stayed still with his hands by his side, Then the next minute, his hand slid to my waist, gripping me tight, while the other fisted in my damp hair as he took over the kiss, like he’d been holding it in for years too.

He stumbled toward his bedroom. 

My back hit the wall, then the doorframe, but his mouth never left mine. When we reached the bed, he threw me down on the soft sheets, pulling back just enough to look at me, breathing hard, eyes dark with lust and uncertainty. 

“Melanie…we shouldn’t. This is wrong on every level.”

“I want this,” I whispered, my voice shaking with need. I sat up on my knees, grabbed the hem of the shirt, and yanked it over my head in one bold move, tossing it aside. I was completely naked, thighs slick with how badly I wanted him. “I’ve been saving myself for you. Take me, Gavin. Ruin me. Make me yours.”

"Jesus, Mel... you're a virgin?" He asked with an incredulous look on his face.

Yeah, I guess he must have been shocked. After all, who would believe the wild, reckless Melanie Wealth was still a virgin.

I bit my lips hard, eyes glued on his as I trailed one finger down from my boobs to the middle of my stomach, past the little curly hair on my mound, and into my pussy. His eyes followed the movement, his chest heaving. I lifted the finger from my core and placed it on my tongue, swirling it around and sucking it. 

“I'm a virgin, Gavin, but I'm not innocent. Please fuck me!”

A tortured sound tore out of his throat.

“Holy shit, Melanie.”

His eyes roamed over my body, my breasts, my stomach, the place between my legs that was already wet and aching for him.

“You are so damn beautiful,” he said roughly. “So fucking beautiful.”

His hands were on me then, cupping my breasts, thumbs twisting my hard nipples before he leaned down and took one in his mouth. I moaned loudly, arching into him, fingers digging into his hair.

His hand slid between my thighs, and his fingers brushed my wet folds.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured against my skin. “All this for me?”

“Yes,” I breathed hard, grinding my hips against his fingers. “Only for you.”

Gavin took his time. 

He kissed down my stomach, spreading my legs wider with his hands. When his mouth finally touched my pussy, I gasped. His tongue licked slowly from my entrance to my clit, circling the swollen bud with the perfect pressure. I grabbed the sheets, lifting my hips off the bed in pleasure.

“Oh God… Gavin…”

He devoured me like I was his last meal, licking, sucking, fucking me with his fingers until my legs shook and my moans turned into screams. 

The pleasure built so fast. My legs started shaking as I ground against his mouth like I was possessed.

When I came, it hit me hard, my vision blurring, thighs locking around his head. 

“Mhmm…fuck Gavin.” I cried out his name.

He kissed his way back up my body and stood up, quickly removing his clothes. 

I watched him, as my heart pounded with excitement. His body was everything I’d fantasized about: strong shoulders, a broad chest with a tattoo of a large eagle with wings that I had never noticed before, defined abs, and thick thighs from years on the ice. His cock was hard enough to make me salivate, the tip already leaking.

He reached out to his bedside table and brought out a pack of condoms.

I bit my lips and stretched my hands to him, “Let me put it on for you.”

He stared at me like this was the first time he was seeing me. “Do you know how?”

I smirked at him as he removed one from the pack and ripped it open. “I can learn.”

Fuck, he was huge. I had seen a fair amount of cocks. I had given blowjobs to guys in the past, but I reserved myself for only one man, and I couldn't believe this was really happening. 

He handed me the condom with a dark, hungry look. My hands shook as I rolled it down his cock, stroking him slowly, loving the way he groaned and twitched in my grip.

He adjusted it and climbed between my thighs, the fat head of his cock rubbing against my wet entrance.

“Are you sure?” he rasped in a strained tone. “Once I’m inside you, there’s no going back.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I whispered, wrapping my legs around his waist.

Gavin groaned and pushed in slowly. The stretch felt painful as he went in inch by inch, gentle but steady, watching my face the whole time.

“Breathe, baby,” he said softly. “Relax for me.”

I took deep breaths. The pain mixed with pleasure as he filled me. When he was balls-deep, he stayed still, letting me adjust.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, kissing my forehead. “So tight around my cock.”

After a moment, he started moving. 

Slow thrusts at first, sending sparks through my body. The pain quickly faded, replaced by intense pleasure.

“Faster,” I begged, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. “Please, Gavin. Fuck me harder.”

His control finally broke. 

He pulled back and thrust in, picking up the pace, his skin slapping against mine as the bed creaked loudly under us. 

He didn't just fuck me; he claimed me. Every thrust felt like he was tattooing his name on the inside of my skin, ensuring I’d never belong to anyone else ever again.

I moaned loudly, digging my nails into his back. 

“Gavin… oh fuck… right there…”

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, one hand pinning my hip, the other braced beside my head. “Take my cock. You’re mine tonight.”

He pounded me harder and faster; the gentleness was completely gone. 

His thrusts became more urgent. I felt every inch of him stretching me, filling me. My pussy clenched around him, as wet smacking sounds filled the room.

I climaxed harder this time. My walls squeezed his cock as I screamed his name, shaking, tears of pure overwhelming joy spilling down my cheeks.

But Gavin didn’t stop. He hammered relentlessly through my orgasm, chasing his own. His breathing grew uneven.

“I’m close,” he snarled against my neck. “Fuck, Melanie…”

​“I love you so much,” I choked out, clinging to him, my arms locked around his broad back, squeezing him tight.

With a deep groan, he slammed in one last time and came hard. I felt his cock pulsing inside me, hot cum filling the condom. He stayed buried, breathing heavily against my neck.

We stayed like that for a long time, tangled together and sweaty. Gavin finally pulled out slowly and rolled beside me, getting up to dispose of the condom. I watched the way his ass moved, with a dirty smile spread across my face.

He came back and pulled me into his arms as I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. 

For the first time in years, I felt truly seen. 

Truly wanted.

Gavin’s arm tightened around me, his lips brushing my temple. “Sleep, Melanie. We’ll figure everything out in the morning.”

I was about to close my eyes when a loud sound came from the floor. Gavin furrowed his brows as he reached over the edge of the bed, fishing his phone out of his discarded pants.

His entire body went rigid.

“It’s Dalton,” he whispered, voice tight.

My stomach dropped.

My father was calling.