Internal Winters

Ten years ago, Mellie woke to find her father's bloodied corpse on the kitchen floor. And the killer? Her mother. Rushed off into the night, Mellie's journey begins. At first, she fears the woman who gave her life.

But not all is what it seems.


PROLOGUE:


I know he's watching me. Hell, I can practically feel the fire burning in his eyes as I sway around the room, the slamming of the drums in rhythm with each slow turn of my hips.

"Come here," he says calmly, his eyes never leaving my body as I dance.

I ignore him, knowing full well my ass is going to take the fall for disobeying his command. I smile cheekily and raise my arms above my head lazily. I squeeze my red locks splaying over my shoulders, scrunching the strands at the scalp.

Dancing in front of him is the most thrilling, exotic, and enticing thing. I'd never known I'd feel this good. Well, maybe it's the atmosphere; or the way his gorgeous eyes follow my every move?

I flinch in pain when my hair is roughly pulled back by his hands; unlike my own simple squeeze, his is demanding and made to prove a point.

He glares down at me as he pulls my hair up, forcing me to stand up on my toes. I whimper at the pain stabbing along my scalp and quickly reach out to shove his hands away from me.

"When I tell you to do something, you listen," he growls, his expression flickering. I can tell he is fighting with the demons lurking inside his mind. With furrowed eyebrows he stares down at me for what seems like hours; and before I can respond, he takes what's his.

His lips smash onto mine with a force of a thousand waves. It's a kiss that knocks me off my feet over and over again, powerful and intimidating; yet beautiful and extravagant in its greatness. It sucks me in and pulls me out into darkness, a tidal wave of emotions swallowing me whole.

"Hm," I moan, ignoring the pain along my scalp and instead focus on his tongue invading my mouth. He doesn't take, no, this man destroys whatever is in his path.

And that includes me.