Bitter Vows (Crimson Falls 1)

“Why are you being this way?” Scarlett’s plea hits me square in the chest. Her words so soft, whispered with such pained tenderness, even my breath is stolen from my lungs. I’ve never been aware of women, never allowed their tears to burden me. I quite enjoyed them crying, pleading for mercy. But there’s something about the way my little red speaks to her grandmother that does shit to me. Shit, I don’t need to be feeling.

It’s dangerous.

When I came to the agreement with Horatio, I knew Scarlett would color my monochrome world, but never did I think she’d make me feel. Shaking my head, I step between the women.

“It’s time to go, Scarlett.” I pull her into the crook of my arm. “We’ll be back to see Grace again soon.” I allow the hint of warning to lace my words as I meet the old woman’s gaze. The shimmering of guilt dances in her stare, but I don’t want to question just what the fuck she’s hiding. The sooner we can get out of here, the better.

I tug Scarlett beside me as we make our way to the exit. The large door carved from heavy, dark wood opens and allows us to leave the warmth of the house. But instead of turning for the car, which I note Gray is waiting inside the driver’s seat, I veer off in the opposite direction.

“Where are we going? I thought we were going home?” Scarlett’s use of the word home makes my mouth curl into pure satisfaction.

Could this be her acceptance of her position beside me?

Of our upcoming wedding?

“We’re going to take the scenic route home,” I tell her while leading her through the vast, manicured garden, which greets us with the dimly lit shadows that dance across the grass.

When we reach the entrance to the woods, Scarlett stops dead in her tracks, causing me to turn. Her eyes are wide, fear flitting through those pretty orbs, gems that sparkle with unbridled darkness.

“We’re going through there?” Her question comes out in a soft, fearful whisper, her lips parting into a dick-hardening O. I want nothing more than to show her just how much I love that little expression on her face, but I’ll wait until we’re swallowed by the murkiness of the trees.

“Yes.” It’s one word, an order, no debating, and my little red sees it. She knows when I use my commanding, Dominant voice to never question me. With a slight nod, she steps up to me, and we slink in between the trees. I know the path like the back of my hand.

But she doesn’t.

And that’s what makes this so much fun.

A gentle tremble skitters through her, and my arm tightens around her small frame.

“I know you like the darkness,” I say, knowing she can’t not hear me right now. It’s as if we’re the only two people in the world. We walk in relative silence as we move deeper into the woods.

Thick branches hide us from any prying eyes. I stop halfway to the house and tug her against me. Leaning back against the thick, wooden trunk of a tree, I stare down into her eyes that are glinting from the shards of silver peeking through the trees from the moon above.

“Would you like to please me?” I ask, lowering the commanding tone to a hushed whisper. But the bite of dominance still lingers.

For a moment, she considers her response. I watch as emotions dance across her pretty features. I’m almost certain she’s about to say no, to refuse, when she shocks me and smiles. “I would like to please you,” she whispers.

My hands land on her shoulders, and I push her down to her knees. The moment she hits the ground, my cock thickens, throbbing against my zipper as if trying to escape the confines. “Then you will have to learn to take me into that pretty little throat of yours, little red,” I inform her with a low rumble.

Scarlett reaches for my belt with trembling hands, her fingers deftly moving to undo the buckle with a clinking echo. The hiss of my zipper is loud in the silence that surrounds us, and soon, her soft, gentle touch has me grinding my teeth, my eyes shut tight as I try not to come like a fucking teenager who’s never been touched before.

Her movements are slow, almost unsure, but when I open my eyes and watch her tongue dart out to lick the arousal at my tip, my balls tighten with the threat of spilling my seed all over her pretty face.

Fisting my hands at my sides, I stare down as Scarlett takes me into her mouth and her warmth envelops me, making every nerve in my body spark with desire and need to use her like a fuck doll for my pleasure.