LIAM.

A thin layer of sweat coated her whole body. Her breathing was staggered as she gripped on to the ties around her wrist. Her pink lips parted and her toes curled as I whipped the top of her dripping wet pussy. The only sound was our breath and the vibrator currently set to low inside her. Her whole body trembled and with each moan of pleasure, pain, and frustration, my cock got harder and harder and twitched with the desire to have her.

No one would ever see her like this but me.

No one would ever know this Melody but me.

The more I thought about it, the harder it was to focus.

"Please...ugh ...ahh..." She gasped out when I bit her nipple and let my tongue roll over it, enjoying the feeling of her under me. I slowly left kisses in the space between her breasts before taking the other one in my mouth.

"Liam," she begged, and I ignored her. "Please."

"The toy isn't good enough for you?" I asked softly.

"It's been years, let's go!" She cried out, pulling against the restraints.

"I'm far too petty for that." I grinned. Reaching between her thighs, I grabbed onto it, slowly pulling it out of her and then slamming it back in. Her ass rose off the bed.

"Fuck. Fucking fuck!" She hissed out as I repeated the action over and over again. Not caring how wet my hand was, not caring how badly my cock throbbed, I wanted her to come for me like this. I was so focused on her, my senses clouded, I didn't realize she had managed to get out of her wrist restraints until her hands were ripping my face from her breast to her lips.

"Urgh..." I moaned as her tongue entered my mouth, rolling over mine and allowing me to taste her more.

"Fuck me," she demanded when we broke away. She was breathing just as heavily as I was. "Screw the vibrator, I want you in me."

Shit. "Mel..."

"We can play later. I need you now." She took my cock into her hand, gripping on tightly before gliding her hand down. "Look how hard you are baby. Fuck me."

I saw the desire and lust in her eyes that no doubt matched my own. Undoing the ties at her ankles, I pushed her up against the headboard. Spreading her legs, I pulled the wet vibrator from her and threw it to the side somewhere, then kneeled right in front of her. She stared back at me, excited, wild, passionate-everything I loved about her in one single glance.

"This is what a real fuck feels like." I kissed her, and it was dirty, wet, sexual, our tongues playfully bashing against each other. I thrust forward, hard, a wicked grin spreading across my lips at how her body responded by arching closer to me. There were no words that could express more than our moans. Each time I slammed myself into her pussy, I could feel myself losing all control. I wanted more. I wanted to fill every inch of her and then some. I wanted her to wake up in the morning and not be able to walk straight. As I'd fucking promised, the headboard hammered against the wall like it was cheering us on. With each thrust, her pussy tightened more and more around my cock. My ears rang with the sound of her pleasure and our skin smacking together as her legs wrapped around me.

"Oh...fuck yes!" She cried out as she reached back to grab on to the headboard with one hand, the other cupping her own breast, squeezing her nipples.

Flipping us both over, bringing her to all fours, I pulled out, much to her dismay, before burying myself into her ass.

"Jesus..." Ahh... I wanted to cum right then and there at how tight she was.

"Harder!" she demanded, gripping the sheets as I gripped her breast, my body hovering over hers, like a lion and a lioness. Sweat rolled off my chin and down her back, we were so close.

"Ahh...so...Liam!" She cried out as she came.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I couldn't take any more. Kissing her jaw, I pounded in faster and faster, my whole body so hot. My vision blurred so much it seemed like I had died and somehow made it to heaven in her.

"Jesus...fucking...fuck...Melody," I hissed, freezing as I came in her.

Releasing her hair, we both all but collapsed in the center of our bed, me still inside her, both of us just breathing.

"You're one hell of a screw, Liam Callahan," she managed to say.

Grinning, I pulled out of her and laid on my back. "It's a gift a really."

God, I feel so much better.

"So fucking cocky," she muttered. Rolling over to me, she rested her head on my chest, our legs intertwined.

"Give me seven minutes and I can be a lot cockier."

She smacked my chest. "We have to be up in two hours."

I glanced down at the clock: it was already 5 AM. Sighing, I brushed her hair back gently. "How about we skip mass today?"

"Your mother will kill you."

"You'd protect me." I smiled and she huffed at that. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Now that I have three children, I'd never make the mistake of getting between a mother and her son."

"So I'm on my own?"

"You've always got Jesus...if you go to church, that is." She yawned.

Sitting up slowly, I cradled her in my arms and lifted her over to her side of the bed and pulled the blanket over her.

"Goodnight, wife."

"It's no longer night, so good morning, husband," she muttered as she drifted off.

"Must you fight me on everything?" I kissed her forehead, lying down beside her.

As I was falling asleep I heard her say, "Yes, because fighting is the best foreplay."

I could never win against her...but losing came with its own advantages.

FIVE.

"I think I have a pattern of being nice and lovely and then dark and twisted."

~ Ryan Murphy MELODY.

Damn him. It was the only thought that repeated over and over again in my mind as I stared at myself in the mirror. All across my skin were the red marks that had been left from his whip. My chest was covered in so many purple-red bruises it looked like I'd made love to a fucking vampire-and it wasn't just there: there were bruises on my arms, my neck...fuck.

"If you don't pick something to wear we are going to be late for mass." He had the motherfucking audacity to say that to me, leaning on the doorframe of my closet, smugger than the devil, dressed in a fitted navy suit, his red tie still untied around his neck.

"Tell me, Liam, what am I supposed to wear when I look like I was-"

"Fucked until the sun came up?" he interrupted, his eyes roaming over his handiwork proudly.

"Liam! It's March! I can't go into church with a turtleneck to cover this shit up!" I snapped.

"Don't cover it up then."

Damn him.

Taking a deep breath, I fought the urge to smack him, instead grabbing a long cream blouse, a scarf, and a blue pleated skirt.

I could feel his eyes on me as I got dressed and tried my best to ignore him, but because he couldn't go an hour without trying to tempt me, he came up right behind me and pulled the scarf from around my neck.

"I said don't cover it up."

"Someone is getting a little bit too comfortable with bossing me around."

He didn't reply, simply kissing the back of my head. His eyes met mine in the mirror as I relaxed against his chest for a second, taking a deep breath before reaching for my heels- "MOMMY!!"

A chill went down my spine as I dropped the heels in my hands and pushed Liam off of me. I ran, my heart pounding in my chest as I ripped open the door to their room.

"Wyatt?" I called out, only to find him standing in front of Dona. She hid behind him, her brown hair covering her face as Wyatt glared at the maid in front of him.

"She hurt Dona!" he yelled, never looking away from the woman frozen in sheer terror. She glanced up at me wide-eyed.

I felt Liam rush past me, moving to Dona and softly brushing her hair back. Her face was puffy and her green eyes were fighting back tears, but the worst of it was the painful red burn at the top of her ear. I stared in shock as she winced in pain. My shock turned to rage.

"You hurt my daughter?" I glanced back to the woman, who looked no older than myself, her brown hair pulled into a bun on the top of her head.

"Ma'am, it was a mistake, I was trying to curl her hair and the miss wouldn't stop-"

"Liar!" Wyatt snapped angrily. "She keeps getting mad at us and we didn't do anything. She hurt Dona on purpose!"

She shook her head repeatedly as I walked over to her. "Ma'am, I swear-"

Grabbing her by her skinny neck, I threw her up against the wall, her hands clawing at my wrist. I slammed her body into the wall repeatedly with so much force the picture frames fell shattering to the ground. Her head connected each time, leaving a stain of blood on the wallpaper as her eyes rolled back into her skull. "My daughter is crying. Her ear is burned and my son is upset, and you have the nerve to tell me it is a mistake? That it's their fault?"

"Ma'am...please..."

"No one harms my children. NO. FUCKING. ONE! You must have lost your goddamn mind, but don't worry, I'm about to help you find it..."

Liam, who now held Dona in his arms, his face void of any emotion, opened the door for me as I threw her ass out.

"FEDEL!" I yelled, knowing he'd only be around the corner somewhere. Instantly, he appeared, dressed in black, with two other guards behind him. His eyes glanced at the woman sobbing at my feet, then to me.

"Should I remove her boss?" he asked, already moving to grab her.

"Ma'am, please! It was an accident. I swear! Ma'am!"

"Don't remove her, but make her the example for anyone who harms my children." My hands shook with rage; I wanted to strangle the life out of her. "NOW! Get her away from me!"

He nodded to one of the men behind him, and they seized her arms before dragging her kicking and screaming down the hall.

Breathe.

Breathe.

"Fedel get me the first aid kit," Liam said, his voice still stern and unwavering. He shifted Dona in his arms, moving back into the bedroom with her.

Wyatt grabbed on to my skirt. Bending down, I picked him up as well, and he wrapped his arms around me.

"She lied. She was mean." He frowned and it broke my heart.

"I know. I believe you, sweetheart. I'm proud of you. Always protect your siblings, okay?" I whispered, brushing his hair down. It was darker than Ethan's, more black, but in the sun, you could still see shades of brown in it.

"Yes, Mommy," he muttered, trying to wiggle out of my arms when he saw Ethan come into the room. Evelyn was beside him dressed in a dark green cocktail dress. She glanced at me and then back to Dona, wide-eyed and confused.

"What in the heavens happened?"

"Melina hurt Dona," Wyatt told her, and if I hadn't been so upset, I would have laughed. He sounded like the town crier; he would make sure the whole house knew and not stop until everyone was just as angry as he was.

"Il mio preziosa agnello," I said to her, moving to sit beside her on the bed, taking her hands and kissing them.

"Mommy." She pouted and I lifted her onto my lap, resting her head on my chest. "I miss old lady Hildy."

"So do I," I whispered as Liam took the first aid kit from Fedel. Old Lady Hildy had been the maid in charge of taking care of Ethan, Wyatt, and Dona ever since they were born. Evelyn was always there to help but neither Liam or I wanted her to stress over them. I rarely-well, never-cared for anyone outside the family, but I truly did miss her after she'd passed away a few months before, though Dona and Wyatt had taken it the hardest.

"Ouch!" Dona cried, squeezing on to me.

"Sorry princess, but I have to." Liam frowned, rubbing the cream on her ear as I held her hair back. Afterward, he took a small piece of gauze and wrapped it around her ear the best he could. "There, done."

"No touching." I held her hand back down. "Now, let's fix this hair of yours."

"No curls!" she demanded, on the verge of tears again. Liam's fist clenched, his jaw tight at the sight of her.

"No curls, I promise. Come on, Nana will give you the most beautiful Celtic braid." Evelyn outstretched her hand. Jumping down, she grabbed her arm and walked over to the dresser. With Ethan and Wyatt beside her, they were all giggling in seconds.

"Breathe. She's fine," I whispered to Liam, placing my hand on his chest.