ELLIOT
Scarlet came into the garage dressed in the tightest little shorts and sports bra I’d ever seen. I silently thanked Seb for picking out her clothing for the time we spent here. Her long, dark hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail, the ends swinging around the nape of her neck.
“How can I help you today, Scarlet?” I asked her as I continued to focus on the punching bag instead of her skimpy outfit. I didn’t think Kenna would appreciate me throwing her down on the floor and fucking her in the garage, where she could pop in at any time.
“I’ve really started feeling better in the last week,” she said. “I’d like to start working out again. There’s only so much TV I can sit around and watch with Kenna. I swear we have watched Jeremy Kyle’s entire backlist. I can’t possibly shove more trash TV into my brain.”
“Stretch,” I said with a smile. “We’ll go slowly starting back.”
“What do you think about how quiet it’s been?” she asked me as she sat down on the mat. “I’m torn between being worried about it and thanking my lucky stars they’re leaving me the fuck alone.”
“I don’t know,” I answered between punches. “The guys have been keeping an eye on them back in London. They don’t really seem to be doing anything other than going to big family dinners and showing your cousin around the city. As far as the Mad Dawgs,” I said, “I think they’re silent because their numbers were so diminished in the time they had you. We had to have wiped them nearly completely out.”
She sighed, and I looked over at her. Her face had changed. She looked like I’d just killed her puppy.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m giving myself a moment to feel sorry for myself,” she said, her icy blue eyes looking up at me. “My family always did like Motshan better than me,” she admitted with a sad little laugh. “My dad would always take him places as a kid and leave me behind. Motshan was invited behind closed doors when I was made to wait outside until they were done. It’s the normal life of a girl in that type of family, but it still sucked to feel second best.”
“And you still aren’t worried that Motshan is maybe on their side and won’t ultimately be on ours?” I asked her. Ever since we got confirmation from her last week that the guy they were chauffeuring around the city was her cousin, I couldn’t help but worry we were trading in one problem for another.
“No,” she said, shaking her head and standing up. “Motshan would always come back from those trips or come out of those rooms and tell me everything. He kept me in the loop, and he spent all of his time with me. We were best friends.” She smiled.
“Even at that age, you’re aware of the type of family you’re being brought up in. They start grooming you pretty young. So, he knew that as a woman, I wouldn’t be given the same opportunities he would, and so he would always make sure I knew what was going on. He gave me the attention the rest of my family wouldn’t.” She took a couple of weak swings at the punching bag, cringing a bit when they jarred her ribs.
“I have a feeling you really shouldn’t be punching anything quite yet, little one,” I told her, moving her attention from punching back to the mat. “Let’s start small and just start building your core muscles back up. Do some easy stuff, okay?”
She looked at me and rolled her eyes but listened, sitting down on the mat and started doing hip raises.
“I’m trying not to be an asshole,” I told her. “But I don’t trust him, and I won’t apologize for it or make excuses. I’ve seen enough of this shit in my life to know that people can be very easily turned…especially children.”
She rolled her eyes again, but I continued on.
“If they took him to Romania at that age, they could’ve easily been taking him there to turn him against you or train him. I don’t want to be the one to shit all over your dreams of a happy reunion, but the other two aren’t going to do it, even though they should be. You need to be realistic about this and ready for anything your family might throw at you.”
She paused and sat up to look at me.
“I get it,” she said, taking my taped-up hand and squeezing it. “I know you grew up in a shitty family with shitty parents like I did, so you’re wary, and I know you’re saying these things just to look out for me. But Motshan was to me what Tristan was to you. Tristan was the only other kid you could trust. He was your best friend and your brother. That’s what Motshan was to me. He was there for me when no one else was.”
“Yeah, but Tristan was never taken away from me by my own family without explanation,” I countered.
“Okay,” she said, crawling onto my lap and straddling my hips. “Enough talk.” She leaned in and kissed me. She had been doing this a lot in the past week, distracting us all with sex when she wasn’t getting the answers she wanted.
“Hey,” I said, grabbing her throat and pushing her away from my mouth. She just grinned and licked her lips. Little fucking minx.
“Yes, baby?” she asked, her voice rough and heavy with sex. Her hips rolled across my own, making my cock jump to attention. I growled and flipped her body over, pinning her to the mat on her stomach with her hands behind her back.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked her as I roughly yanked her tight little shorts down her legs. She laughed and shook her ass in the air. “Bad girl,” I said and smacked her hard across her right ass cheek, leaving a handprint. She squealed and tried to move away. I slapped her until I reached the count of ten, her ass red and hot to the touch.
The entire time, she lay there squirming and whimpering, trying to get away from me. But when I dipped my fingers into her cunt, I found her dripping and ready.
“What a little slut you are, Scarlet.”
She whined and moved her hips, trying to get my fingers where she wanted them. But I pulled them away and took my cock, heavy and hot, out of my shorts. I moved her hands above her head and lifted her hips slightly as I leaned over her. Lining up with her slit, I shoved myself in, not going slowly enough for her to get accustomed to my girth. If she was going to act like a slut, I was going to treat her like one.
She cried out but pushed back against me, forcing her body to take as much of me as she could. Her pussy was heavenly in the way it gripped and sucked me in. I pressed my body into hers and left a trail of bites up her neck while giving her hard little thrusts.
“You take my dick so nicely, Scarlet,” I told her before sucking and biting on the soft flesh of her throat, hoping to leave a bruise. She groaned and pushed her ass into me.
“Just fuck me already,” she said in that bratty little tone of hers. I laughed darkly in her ear before sitting up on my knees, lifting her hips to follow. I pushed her face into the mat and pulled almost all the way out of her dripping cunt before slamming back in.
“Careful what you ask for, little one,” I told her before doing it again and again. I thrust into her like I was punishing her, bottoming out into her cervix with each drive. I abandoned shoving her face into the mat to grip onto her hips, pulling them back to match me in my rhythm. My fingers dug into her skin in a bruising hold.
She came with my name on her lips, and I followed shortly after, holding on to her to keep myself from collapsing on top of her.
“Fuck,” I said as I pulled out of her and watched my cum slowly drip out of her. “That is so sexy, Scarlet.” I latched onto her, sucking her clit and my salty release into my mouth, demanding another orgasm from her. She cried out as I pushed my tongue deep into her cunt, lapping at her and cleaning her up. I moved back to her clit, sucking and nibbling until her breath caught and her body went tight.
“Enough!” she yelled, falling over on her side and smacking me in the process. “Jesus Christ, Elliot,” she said with a smile. “Enough before you make me black out.”
I smiled down at her and kissed my way up her stomach, across her tight sports bra, and over the pulse point on her throat. I took her mouth with mine, forcing my tongue across her own, making her taste us both together on my tongue.
“That was so fucking hot,” she said, coming up for air. “I’ve never had a guy do that before.”
“I made the batch.” I shrugged. “May as well taste test.” I smiled as she broke out into a fit of laughter. I kissed her again, happy to lie with her on the mat and ignore the shit going on outside the door for five more minutes.