(The Other Alf)
••••••••
Melanie pov
Derek towers over me, leaning closer to me on the bed. My heart rate kicks up a notch as fear clenches like a tight fist around my chest. The fact that I'm only covered in my thin underwear makes me shudder even more.
Is he going to ràpe me?
A smile touches his lips. "Don't worry, Mel," he whispers. "I'm not going to do the same mistake that I did when I pulled you inside the alley. I want you to feel the same pleasure. I want us to make love. I want you to beg for me."
His words make me nauseated. There is no way that I'm going to willingly give my body to him.
"And now, we have plenty of time, since you're going to be stuck with me forever." His face draws closer, and I look away, feeling his breath against my ear. "But for the meantime, let me have a taste of your skin. J-just a little bit," he stutters.
His sentence sends chills through my body. When he plasters soft kisses on my neck, I struggle to break away. "No! Get off me!" I scream.
To my horror, he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls it, and I feel a striking pain on my scalp. "Have you not learned your lesson?" he barks. "Do you prefer that I fvck you senseless now?"
It feels like the air in my lungs are getting ripped off, and my words stick in my throat. He threatens me, and I have no power to run away from him.
I squeeze my eyes shut as he kisses my neck again, my lips trembling in fear. He then wraps his arms around me, hugging me from behind as I turn on my side to the other way.
"God, Melanie, you smell so good," he hisses, smelling my shoulder like he used to do when he was trying to ràpe me inside the alley. "What a perfect way to go to bed. We're gonna do this every night, aren't we?" His hold on me tightens, as if he's afraid to let me go.
His breath on my neck makes me want to throw up. I wait, wait and wait. I wait until he's completely asleep. But even if he is, there's no way I can slip out of his hold and run away. I can only stare at the wail I'm facing, feeling his chest heaving up and down against my back as he peacefully sleeps behind me.
My sobs break, and I cover my mouth in my hand to muffle them. I'm afraid that he'll hear me crying and start to be violent again. I'm afraid that he'll fvck me senseless if I show him any indication of rebelling.
My tears won't stop escaping my eyes, and before I know it, I'm already sobbing hard. I've never been this scared my entire life. Never in million years would I have imagined that this kind of nightmare would happen to me in reality.
By now, Jake must have known that I'm missing. But I don't have any idea how he's going to find me. I don't even know where my phone is.
And about Vaughn, I don't think that he would be looking for me. The only woman he cares about right now is Camila.
That fact makes me hate myself even more. Because right here, as I lie down in the arms of this lunatic, I still miss him.
I can't help but think that this is all just a bad dream. Every time I close my eyes and open them again, I wish Vaughn would be right here, holding me close to him, wiping my tears away.
But that hope seems so far away from what's actually happening to me right now.
Vaughn pov
I can't even feel anything anymore when ! step back into my apartment. I've been spending the entire night looking for her. Everywhere.
I've gone to campus, even though there's only a small chance of finding her there. Who would have gone there in the middle of the night? I've also called her best friend, Stacey, and I apparently made the girl break in tears because she was worried sick. I've called the cops, and it turned out that Jake has made the same report. it hasn't been 24 hours, so they can't state that she's missing yet.
Now that I'm back here in my apartment, I hope that I'll find her. Maybe she has come back and has been waiting for me so that she can yell at me, scream at me, slap me or hit me for being such an aśs. I beg for it.
But now, I can only stare at my deserted apartment with an empty look.
Melanie is gone. She's missing. And I can't find her yet.
I trudge to my bedroom, sit at the edge of the bed and bury my face in my hands, which are shaking. Fvck. Fvck. Fvck.
I've been having this horrible feeling that something terribly wrong has happened to her. I keep reminding myself that I've called the cops to follow up the case about the psychotic bastard who has been stalking her, and that I should keep a clear mind. But my gut keeps telling me that she's in great danger.
I curse, my lips trembling nervously. My gaze darts on my empty bed, and I cry as a sigh of disbelief escapes my mouth. The image of her waiting for me right here on the bed haunts my vision, and I collapse on it, lying down while facing the ceiling with my arm covering my eyes.
I won't be able to forgive myself if something bad happens to her.
I must be crazy, because it seems like I can feel her touch on my skin. I feel her wrapping her arms around my neck and burying her face in my chest. I miss her so bad. I miss her so fvcking much that the scenes of us making love flash back in my mind.
Flashback.....
"I laid her on the bed while her soft giggles filled my ear like a melody. Since I moved into her house, having her by my side every night after a long and tiring day felt like a blessing. She'd become my fire, my source of energy. Every time she was around, I felt new profound happiness and my heart was at ease.
"Vaughn," she moàned my name as I gave her butterfly kisses on her neck, and a sense of proudness engulfed me. It was strange how such a simple word, my name, coming out from her mouth could make me feel like I could conquer the world.
"Yes, baby," I whispered in her ear, and she leaned into my touch as I wrapped my arms around her. Both of us were already bare nàked, and I couldn't wait to fill her, to be inside her warmth. But no, I would make sure that she experienced the pleasure gradually, until she climaxed, filled with bliss I'd been dying to give her.
My lips and tongue trailed the skin on her neck, down her collarbone and breast before I wrapped her nipple in my mouth, earning her moàn of pleasure. I devoured her breast like they were the most delicious meal on earth — they really were, actuallyslowly, as if careful not to finish it so quickly. Hearing her whimpers, I kissed her lips, calming her down, and she let out a soft sigh of contentment.
I continued trailing her skin with my lips, until there was no skin from her neck down to her slit that I didn't claim with my mouth. And once I reached the most intimate part of her, I waited no more to mark my territory again, earning her gasp as I sucked on her clit. I grabbed her ass so that I could ravish her deeper, and she tasted like heaven. She tossed, shaking, my name coming out from her lips over and over again, which only made me want to please her even more. All my life, I'd never wanted to please a woman like this.
I stopped and looked up at her face, into her dreamy eyes. She was more than ready for me. And I couldn't wait to become one with her again. With a single thrust, I fully filled her, claiming her again. I groaned, feeling how good her tightness wrapped around me, how warmth it was. I couldn't get enough of her. I would never get enough of her.
I thrust into her, pouring all my love to her. Her moàns and gasps echoed in my ears every time I reached up to her. I held her close to me — she was as important as the air that I needed to breathe. She'd given me her heart, soul and body. She'd given me her most precious gift, which was her virginity.
And I would be the only man who would make her feel this kind of pleasure. I would be the only one whose name she whispered as she was filled with pure bliss. It was only I who could hear her moàns, who could taste her skin, who could kiss her lips and who could fill her emptiness. I would hurt any other man who dared to touch one hair on her head, even if I had to hunt him down and kìll him.
Melanie whimpered in my arms as I continuously filled her with passion and love. "Vaughn—" She let out a shaky breath.
I gave her a soft peck on the lips. "Come for me, baby," I whispered, staring into her eyes.
And a moment later, we both came hard, her beautiful emerald eyes boring into mine as I watched her come. Nothing in this world could top the feeling of watching how she exploded with the bliss I gave her.
And this moment only belonged to me. To us.
I'd made a vow to myseff.