Scar (Black Hearts MC #8)

Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

ELSIE

Riding on the back of Scar’s bike has to be one of the best feelings in the world. He assured me he wouldn’t go fast, but it still felt pretty fast to me. I held onto him so tight, I’m surprised he didn’t have to pry my hands from him when he pulled into an underground parking lot. After climbing off his bike, I fiddle with the strap of the helmet, trying to undo the clasp. Scar smirks as he replaces my hand with his, helping me. After removing the helmet, he places it on his bike and then takes my hand to the elevator.

“Where are we?” I ask as I look around. I wasn’t paying much attention when we rode in.

He pauses to push a button on the pad. “I’m taking you to my apartment,” he states.

“You have an apartment? I thought you lived at the club?” I frown.

“I do, well kind of. Before I was in the basement, I got this place to have for my own privacy. I didn’t really get to stay in it, and then since I came home, Queenie and the others didn’t want me out of their sight. I think Queenie just wanted to feed me up, and the guys wanted me close in case your dad came looking.” He pauses. “Also, I don’t think I was in the right headspace to be on my own,” he states honestly. My heart lurches in my chest at his admission.

I’m about to say something when the elevator pings and the doors open. He leads me down the hall to his apartment and unlocks the door. Pausing, he holds it open for me to enter first. I walk in and look around. After he flicks on some lights and walks ahead, he opens the floor to ceiling curtains, revealing the stunning view of the rest of the town. The apartment building is right in the centre on a slight hill that overlooks the town.

“This is stunning,” I compliment as I gaze out.

Scar comes behind and wraps his arms around my waist, placing kisses along the side of my neck. “Hhmmm, the view is even more stunning now I have you in it,” he murmurs between kisses. I snort. “Laugh it up Angel, because when the time comes that you are ready, I am fucking you up against the glass for the whole fucking town to see me claim you as mine,” he whispers in my ear, nipping my lobe playfully.

I suck in a shaky breath as my core tingles at the thought.

He smiles against my neck, his thumb lightly grazing over my already hard nipples. “I think my woman likes the sound of that,” he growls.

My woman, my woman! I internally squeal, feeling like a teenager swooning over their favourite boy band member. I swallow harshly, my mouth suddenly feeling dry and force myself to turn in his arms.

He looks down at me, a playful smile on his lips. “I’m your woman?” I ask.

His smile deepens as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “You only just figuring that out?” I shrug and he lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Shit, maybe I didn’t make it clear enough to you. From the moment you walked in and brought me food, the light behind you lit up like you were a fucking angel. I looked forward to seeing you every damn day. Hell, I wished that you would come by even if it was just for you to pass a note under the door,” he confesses, his hands cupping my face.

“Well, I mean you were technically held prisoner in my father’s basement. You were beaten and starving. I could be Freddie Kruger bringing you food and you would probably feel the same way,” I point out.

His grin deepens. “Maybe you have a point, but there is just one thing.” He pauses. “I wouldn’t want to fuck Freddie Kruger .” I roll my eyes. “I wanted you that night you fucking saved me, and I wanted you when your wet body had me in that shower. But I knew up here I wasn’t ready,” he says, tapping the side of his head. “I told myself that I couldn’t allow myself to be with you like that, as it would be just a rebound.” I flinch at those words. He sighs. “You’re not, and you never were. I just didn’t allow myself to feel it. Shit, I didn’t want to allow myself to feel anything. The one time I let myself feel anything I got fucking stung.” I rub a hand over my chest, feeling the pang of jealousy and hurt surge through me. He places his hand on mine and moves it onto his chest. “Angel, look at me.” I sigh before looking into his grey eyes. “I can’t change my past, I can’t change what I felt, and I wouldn’t want to,” he confesses. I tense, trying to pull my hand from his chest, but he keeps it firmly in place. “Because if I hadn’t done what I had done, if I hadn’t felt what I felt for her, for Rhea, then I wouldn’t have found you.” The hurt eases slightly, but the feeling of jealousy increases in my chest. “I had feelings for Rhea, I loved her, I cared for her, and I still care for her, but not like you think.”

I shake my head and close my eyes. “I can’t, I can’t hear that,” I whisper.

“You can because what I feel for you is different. I’m not falling for you, Elsie.” He pauses and I open my now tear filled eyes and look up at him. “I’ve already fallen, and I’ve fallen fucking hard,” he confesses. I feel like the world has shifted under my feet, but he doesn’t stop there. “I love your emerald eyes, and I love how when the light catches them you can see little flecks of gold. I love how you have a light dusting of freckles across your cheeks, and how rich and silky your auburn hair feels under my fingertips,” he says, gliding his fingers through my hair. Suddenly he grabs a fistful and tugs it gently, tilting my head back slightly, but still being cautious of my stitches. He leans down and brushes his lips across mine. “I love how from the slightest touch, your body reacts to mine.” The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “I love your soft, plump lips.” He runs his tongue along my bottom lip and my tongue reaches out to taste him. He smiles. “I love how you taste, how all of you fucking tastes,” he breathes, passionately taking my mouth, instantly duelling his tongue with mine. He swiftly breaks the kiss and rests his head against mine. Our breaths mingle and my heart is beating rapidly in my chest. My core is pulsing, craving him and needing more than just his mouth. “I love how you laugh, how you care so fucking much, how selfless you are.” Keeping my gaze on his, my hands begin to slowly move down his toned body to the button at his jeans. “But there is one thing I don’t love about you,” he adds. My hands freeze and my body stills. “I don’t love how you don’t see just how fucking perfect you are, but I’m going to fix that. I’m going to tell you each and every day just how fucking incredible you are,” he rasps, stroking away the tears that I hadn’t realised were falling.

“Make me yours,” I whisper.

He stills. “I wasn’t telling you this so that you’d fuck me.”

I take a step back, so I am out of his hold before I reach down for the hem of the T-shirt and lift it over my head. Throwing it to the floor, I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor. His grey eyes almost turn to pools of molten silver as heat burns through them. I thumb the waistband of the shorts along with my underwear and let them glide down my thighs until they pool at my feet. Heat rises up my neck to my cheeks as I try to fight the nerves swirling around my stomach.

“I know you weren’t. I’m telling you that I want you. I want you to erase every thought, every mark, every violating memory I have from Layton. I want to only feel you. I want to only think of you,” I express. My voice wobbles as it cracks with my nervousness, and when the silence seems to stretch for too long, my arms instinctively move to wrap around my waist, trying to hide myself from him.

“Don’t you fucking dare try and cover yourself up,” Scar growls. I blink and look into his eyes. He lifts the hem of his T-shirt over his head, revealing his broad hard body. Keeping his eyes on me, he kicks his boots off and unbuttons his jeans, sliding them down along with his boxers to his ankles before he kicks them away. His thick and extremely hard length glistens with pre-cum at the tip. “You see what you do to me? Fuck, you don’t even have to touch me and I’m near cumming in my fucking pants,” he says as he stalks toward me. He wraps his hand around his shaft and pumps his hand once, twice, before swiping his thumb over the tip. He stops in front of me. “Open your mouth,” he orders.

My lips part as he glides his thumb into my mouth, my tongue tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. A deep growl radiates from his chest, and he swiftly removes his thumb and bends down, grabbing me under my behind and lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us into his bedroom and lays me delicately down on the bed like I’m made of china.

“I thought you were going to fuck me for the world to see?” I ask him as he crawls over my body, positioning himself between my legs. He leans on his elbow and looks down on me, a smile playing on his lips.

“Oh I will, but remember what I said, Angel? I plan on filling you until my cum is running down your thighs. Right now, I need to feel your pussy, and right now I want nothing more than to show you exactly what fucking should be like. Are you ready for my cock?” he asks.

I open my mouth to answer, but nothing comes out as he glides the tip of his cock up and down my wet slit. He lets out a deep moan.

“Oh fuck, you’re ready. I haven’t even touched you and you’re soaking wet for me,” he rasps as he slowly fills me inch by inch. His teeth are gritted tight and I know he’s holding back, trying to be careful, worried he will hurt me. He won’t. I know he won't.

It already feels a million times better than I’ve ever experienced.

He pauses once he’s fully seated within me, giving my body time to accommodate to his size. “Fuck, you feel fucking incredible,” he groans. “You okay?” he asks, his voice strained.

“More than okay,” I answer honestly. I rock my hips up a little, a moan escaping my lips. That’s a good enough answer for him as he begins to slowly move his hips, rocking in and out of me. He reaches down and cups my breast before bending down and taking my nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around my pebbled nub. “Oh god,” I moan, rolling my hips to meet his. My nails dig into his back as pleasure begins to build deep within me. “I need...” I moan.

“Tell me what you need,” he pants.

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. I’ve never felt pleasure in sex, not in the slightest, but I can feel it building, wanting more but I don’t know how to reach it.

He picks up his pace, thrusting inside me. My tits bounce with each thrust, and as the pleasure grows, my walls begin to tighten. Scar groans. “Fuck, I can feel you’re already close, Angel.” He thrusts harder and faster, a sheen of sweat coating his chest as the muscles in his neck strain tight. “You need to cum for me now, Angel. Cum. Right. Fucking. Now,” he growls. He grabs my hips and slams into me, digging his fingers into the flesh of my behind. I feel like I’ve been struck by lightning as pleasure strikes at my core. My walls clamp around him tightly as my orgasm spreads through my entire body. My back arches in response.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out. Scar continues to pound into me, once, twice, and on the third time he throws his head back, a deep growl escaping him as he climaxes, filling me with his seed. An overwhelming feeling takes over me in this moment. His words, the love he’s shown me, it all overwhelms me.

Scar looks down at me as he sees the tears trickle from my eyes. “Shit,” he says, panicked. “I’ve hurt you. Fuck.” He moves to pull out of me, but I tighten my legs around him, keeping him there. He pauses, his eyes searching mine. “Tell me Angel, tell me what’s wrong,” he pleads.

I sniff and smile, shaking my head. “I’m fine, no I’m perfect. This is...” I pause. “You, everything, I—” Pausing again, I try to gather the words I want to say. “I just love you.” I let out a small laugh. “I have never felt this before. This is a surreal and...” I let out another laugh. “Fucking mind-blowingly, eye-opening, heart stopping, jaw droppingly amazing!” I giggle.

His grin deepens. “Yeah, it fucking is,” he agrees.