Scars (The Triad 1)

SCARLET

All three guys were on edge, and it was stressing me out. It had been nine days since I was abducted by them, eight days since they told me they’d keep me, and two days since they had called my family and set up a meeting. I was constantly keeping track of every hour and every day they kept me. I couldn’t help myself. I woke up every day wondering if they would change their minds. Just because Seb was fucking me and Tristan seemed to be growing fonder of me didn’t mean they couldn’t change their minds and throw me to the wolves.

Tristan wouldn’t tell me anything about anything. He kept telling me it was for my own good. I didn’t need to know because I would just worry about it. Little did he know the less I knew, the more I worried. I was completely in the dark on what time the meeting was, where it would be, and what all they would be telling them. The only thing he kept saying was that he promised me he would keep me safe.

Strange words to hear from a leader of a crime syndicate.

Seb had been saying the same thing every night he came to my room. Last night when he showed up, just as I was getting out of the shower and crawling into bed, he had grabbed hold of me with a new force and thrown me onto the mattress so hard I had bounced a few times before he was on top of me, kissing me like his damn life depended on it.

“What’s wrong, Seb?” I asked when he had finally released my mouth long enough for me to come up for air.

“Nothing, princess,” he had murmured into my neck. “I just need to feel you.” And damn did he feel me. He had fucked me into that mattress so hard I saw stars by the time he had finished. When he held me after, tenderly rubbing all the bruises and bite marks he had left, he kissed my hair and murmured, “I will fight anyone tomorrow that tries to tell us we can’t keep you.”

“It’s tomorrow?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said as his hands wove through my hair.

“Feel free to maim or kill anyone you see fit,” I said without humor. “I really would prefer to not go back there.”

Once the sun was starting to set, they all went to their separate rooms to get ready. I assumed that meant it was time. I snuck into Tristan’s room while he was in the shower and made myself comfortable on his bed. His room was the exact opposite of Sebastian’s. Where Seb’s was dark and moody, Tristan’s was bright and almost cozy. Everything about his room welcomed you in. I picked up the drumsticks on his nightstand and tried flipping them between my knuckles like I saw him do so many times.

“You aren’t holding them correctly,” he said as he stepped out of his bathroom in a burst of steam. His blond hair was still wet, dripping down his neck and the sides of his face. His towel was wrapped around his waist, accenting his delicious muscles. Just like Seb, Tristan’s tattoos covered every inch of his rock-hard torso. I didn’t think it was possible to have muscles in places where these guys had muscles.

“Whatever,” I said, tossing them aside. I was in my usual outfit for lounging around the house which meant I was in a T-shirt and nothing else. When I caught him staring at my bare legs with heat in his eyes, I spread them in a silent invitation just as I had with Sebastian that first time. Maybe I could give him a little more incentive to keep me around. He groaned as he took me in, my sex bare to him. I smiled when I saw his cock push at the towel around his hips.

“Scarlet,” he groaned as he sank down onto the bed next to me and caged me in with his arms. I was praying that towel would slip from his hips and I would get a glimpse of him, but that thing had more willpower than Elliot. “I have a very important meeting,” he said, moving his mouth closer to mine. I licked my lips, and his eyes followed my tongue with lust.

“I could help you take the edge off.” I closed the distance between our mouths, because fuck being the girl that waits for the guy to make the first move, and while he opened his delicious mouth to me, I slid my hand under his towel and pushed it off his waist. He pulled his mouth from mine.

“Scar—” he started, but I took his girth in my hand and squeezed. His eyes glazed over with heat.

“Yes?” I asked him as I stroked him, base to tip, swiping my thumb over the bead of precum. I swiped my tongue across his open mouth, and he moaned. I pushed him back on the bed, and he let me, giving over the power to me. I situated myself between his thighs and admired him, spread out for me like a chiseled god. “Did you want to say something?”

“No.”

“Didn’t think so.”

His cock was beautiful, not as thick as Seb’s, but I could still just barely fit my fingers around him. And he was long enough to know that I would be struggling to take him very deep in my throat. My cunt clenched at the thought. I trailed my tongue up the underside of him and swirled it around the head, grazing my teeth just enough to mix a little pain with his pleasure. His abs and cock jumped at the sensation, and I smiled against him.

I took him in my mouth, and he moaned, sending shock waves straight to my core. I loved how in control I felt with a cock in my mouth. He was at my mercy. I was affecting him like this. I had his pleasure in the palm of my hand. His fingers wove themselves into my hair and pushed me further down. I grabbed the base of him, working my hand in time with my mouth. I could hear his breathing change as I felt my own excitement between my thighs.

My other hand snaked between my legs, rubbing circles around my clit. I moaned against his shaft, and he twitched again. I dipped a finger inside myself as Tristan looked down at me, meeting my eyes while I took as much of him in my mouth as I could.

“Fuck, Scar,” he whispered as he saw my hand moving between my legs. “Are you touching yourself?” I moaned in confirmation, and that was his undoing. “I’m going to fuck your face now.” I grinned and pushed another finger into my cunt as his fingers gripped my hair so tightly tears formed in the corners of my eyes. The pain was exquisite.

He pushed me all the way down on his cock, and I relaxed my throat to take him fully. He held me there for a few seconds, and I swallowed over and over again, enjoying the look of sheer pleasure on his face as my throat moved against him. When he pulled out, I took a breath and let the tears fall down my cheeks. He groaned and pushed me down again, quicker this time, up and down. He pounded into my throat, and I loved every second. The harder he pushed, the faster I rubbed myself.

I could feel the familiar tingle of an orgasm building between my legs at the brutal assault on my mouth. I looked up at him and met his eyes as I fell over the edge of my own orgasm, the most delicious heat flooding my limbs, and he pumped one last time into my mouth. He held me there, spilling into my throat, as I swallowed everything he could give me. He threw his head back and moaned so loudly, I knew the other guys had to have heard it. I withdrew my fingers as he pulled out of me with a pop.