Melody's Point of view

“Sir,” I repeated on the call for the fifth time.

I wasn't sure whether I was hearing it wrong or right, but a few minutes ago, I had just been awakened by the sound of my phone.

My boss had called to tell me to report to the station today.

“Boss Alfred, today is my day off,” I grunted, my eyes half-baked. I had slept late last night while fulfilling the sexual desires in my heart.

I was swollen all over, and I wasn't quite shocked when my nipples became really hard and painful when I woke up.

“What's wrong?” he asked, as if he didn't know I was supposed to relax after a mission.

“You know if it isn't important, I won't be disturbing you, Melody. The state has been after this criminal for a long while, and they keep disturbing me,” he said in frustration.

My boss actually wanted me to report to the station on Antonio’s case. I barely remembered how well it had been.

“Why are you quiet?” Boss Alfred said once again, his voice piercing through my phone.

“Yes, sir, I will report to the station today,” my voice croaked, yet it sounded better than it did in my head a few seconds before I said the statement.

“Fuck!” I muttered. Was I really supposed to spit out the truth about Antonio and what I knew about him?

I just couldn't let such a great man leave…

I mean, he isn't great.

He is nothing but a criminal!

A man who had made many weep.

He did make me cry too, but the only difference was it was tears of sweet joy as the moan escaped my lips.

My thoughts rambled around. Why would my boss call me this early to tell me this?

I had almost forgotten it was my duty as a police officer. I wasn't supposed to complain; I was supposed to catch criminals.

“But is it supposed to be like Antonio, who was damn good in bed?” I said my statement out loud, and there was literally no one to answer.

Picking up my towel, I rushed towards the bathroom, brushing my teeth, and after a few minutes of everything, I finally left the bathroom while I wore my clothes gently.

“8:54,” I said while staring at the clock

I was late, though my boss had called me earlier to clarify things. He had called me around 8 in the morning, and I just used about 40 minutes of my time to dress up and literally do everything in my power.

I finally picked up my bag. My gun was in the car already. I strolled out of my house in urgency, my feet banging against the tiles, and I was praying not to fall.

“Lead us not into temptation, O Lord, deliver me from evil,” I quickly did the sign of the cross as I prayed while descending through the stairs.

Don't ask me why I was praying; I was a Christian.

Holy Jesus, I felt so… so…

Hmmmm

Anyway!

After I had said my morning prayer, I picked up my car keys as I opened the door.

The fresh scent of the morning slowly greeted me while I looked around, spreading my arms wide in the air.

“Such a good morning indeed,” I muttered.

I walked slowly towards where my car was parked, my hands resting on the handle about to pull.

I was about to pull the door when a masculine hand held mine.

At first, I thought it was my imagination.

Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me at that moment, maybe it really wasn't happening.

So I pinched myself with my left hand until he voiced out.

“Surprised to see me, hun,” his deep baritone voice shattered my holy prayer.

“Holy Jesus,” I whispered, only for me to hear his groan, while he stared at me.

He pulled me by my wrist as I struggled for him to leave me alone.

“Stop it, Antonio,” I halted at him, twisting my wrist from left to right in order to break free from his grip.

“Get a hold of yourself if you wouldn't like to get injured,” he ordered, and everything in me went silent like a child.

I relented while he pulled me towards the door, snatching the keys from my hands.

“Why are you entering my house?” I said in the highest pitch I knew.

“We need to talk,” he looked at me while holding me.

Finally, we got inside while he unbuckled his belt.

“What is the meaning of this, you criminal?” I launched toward the door while I tried to escape.

“You can't go anywhere, Melody,” he sounded very possessive and a little bit harsh as his arms gripped me.

“So are you trying to rape me or what?” I jested, staring at the way he looked at me with need.

“Please, I need this one from you,” he gawked at me, his eyes screaming he needed to have sex with me.

I faked a cough while I looked at him, “you can get that from anybody, a slut or a prostitute at the club, get out of my house.”

I forced out the statement, but I didn't expect what he did next.

He brought it out, the demon between his thighs.

Thick, hard, veiny, huge, grunty dick !

I swallowed hard, ignoring the view right in front of me as I stared at the ceiling while muttering my sentence.

“Antonio, get out of my house. I won't repeat myself twice,” I said while staring at him.

“Please, I need you between my thighs,” he slowly said, walking towards me, and my legs froze.

He stared at me, turning me on in a way that I lost control, ignoring the fact that I had told him to get out.

“What's the meaning of this?” I struggled to say until he shut me up with his statement.

“It isn't over until I say it is,” he muttered while bending me over until he…