SCARLET
The point of his blade was digging into my skin, making a small cut. He pushed it deeper, making me wince, before pulling it away and latching onto the nick with his hot mouth. He sucked, and my head fell back, allowing him full access to my neck.
His lips came away in a bloody smile as he looked at me. The knife dropped to the floor, and his hands seized my face as he kissed me, the iron taste of my blood flooding my mouth. My hands pushed down his boxers as his hands moved from my face to my jeans, shoving them off my hips.
We kicked them off, stripping down to nothing like our lives depended on it as he backed me up against a wall. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. As he shoved himself inside me in one quick thrust, the cool metal of his piercing setting my nerves on fire, my head dropped back against the wall.
I gripped his throat, my nails digging into his flesh, and let him set the pace. He was covered in blood and sweat, his muscles rippling with each thrust inside me, and he had never looked more beautiful to me. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing and spreading me for him.
“Fuck, I love you,” he said in a breathy voice as he continued to push me into the wall. I took his mouth in another violent kiss and then rested my forehead against his.
“I love you,” I told him. He picked up his pace, hitting that sweet fucking spot inside me over and over again. “Fuck, Seb,” I moaned against his lips.
“Come for me, baby.”
I whimpered and let go, letting the heat build up in my belly, wrapping around my lower spine.
“Yes, Scarlet,” he encouraged. “Let go for me. Let me feel you come apart.”
“Shut up,” I said, putting my hand over his mouth to concentrate on the feeling spreading through my body. “Right there,” I told him over and over again as his hips moved harder against me.
As my orgasm crashed through me, pulsing and squeezing him, he groaned and dropped his head against my shoulder. I felt him come deep inside me, my name coming off his lips like it was our little secret.
Breathing heavily, we stood there, our bodies joined together, kissing and murmuring stupid lovely things to each other for a moment. His mouth moved over every inch of skin he could get to, licking and sucking the beads of sweat from my skin.
“I can’t decide what about you tastes the best,” he said, making his way back to my mouth. “Your sweat, your blood, your cunt, your fucking mouth.” He pressed me tightly against the wall, letting his hands wander up over my hips, my breasts, and then cupping my face as he continued to explore my mouth.
After he had kissed me dizzy, he gently pulled himself out and let me slowly drop back to the floor. One of his hands immediately went in between my legs, shoving two fingers deep inside. I gasped and gripped onto his forearm.
“God, that’s hot,” he said as his fingers continued exploring. “What a mess we made, little pet.” He groaned and slipped his fingers out to circle my clit and then pushed back in. He kept doing that over and over again, demanding that my body give him another orgasm.
“Seb, I— I can’t,” I told him, trying to hold myself up on weak knees while his talented fingers brought me closer and closer to another wave of electricity.
“Yes, you can,” he said, his free hand finding my throat. “And you will.”
He squeezed my throat at the same time that he ground his palm against my clit and his fingertips pulsed against my G-spot. I made a noise I wasn’t entirely convinced was human, somewhere between a scream and a growl, as my entire body went taut with pleasure. My breathing stopped, and my eyes rolled back as he held my entire body up with his hand at my throat and his fingers in my cunt.
“Good girl,” he purred, soaking up every little move my body made. When I came back down, he pulled his fingers free and brought them to his mouth with a cheeky grin. “We taste good together, babe.”
I gave him a weak laugh and leaned forward, collapsing into his body.
“Time to bring in the cleanup crew,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. “Let’s get somewhat put back together and head upstairs. They aren’t going to be happy I was too distracted to get all the answers.”
“As if they can say they would’ve done any different,” I said, giving him a hard smack on the ass. I pulled my jeans back up, cringing at the wetness leaking down my thighs. “I’m going to shower, and then I’ll join you guys,” I told him, glancing over at the corpse of Gary limply hanging from the ceiling. I gave him a little shove and watched him swing. I didn’t recognize him from anywhere. My family must’ve gotten new people since I ran away.
“Don’t recognize him?” Seb asked as he got dressed.
“I don’t,” I said. “Not surprising though. I haven’t been around for a while.” I turned back to Seb. “The cleanup crew stays away from Kenna, got it? Dicks remain in trousers.”
He held his hands up in surrender and laughed as I made my way back up the stairs. I wasn’t going to have her completely thrown into this life. I wanted to keep her at arm’s length, still my best friend but never directly involved with anyone.
I didn’t want Kenna to be condemned to a life of worrying when the next attempt on your or your man’s life was going to come. It was a stress I grew up with and continued to live with. My body was adjusted; Kenna’s wasn’t. I wanted to keep her safe, keep her happy. I didn’t want to worry about someone using her to get to me.
Kenna looked at me as I stepped into the living room. Her makeup was off, her dark hair pulled up into a messy bun, and she was dressed in baggy sweats. She was so effortlessly pretty with her little upturned nose and dark eyes that seemed to always smile. It was going to be hard to keep the other guys away from her. I was already starting to feel like an overprotective mother hen.
Touch her and dievibes was what I was hoping to give off once they all showed up.
“Guys will be here in a couple hours,” Tristan said, looking up at me from his phone.
“I figured they would be. We need the cleanup crew. Seb made a fucking mess.”
Tristan’s eyes roved over my body with a lingering smile.