The Sins that Ruin (Obsidian Knights Secret Society #3)

6. Scarlett

SIX

I cry out, shock lacing the sound as I’m assaulted by burning pain. Oh my God, oh my God.

He—he’s fucking my ass.

He’s fucking my ass!

Holy shit… what the hell did I get myself into? What did my father get me into?

My breaths morph into short, sharp pants, my pulse exploding against my throat. He presses into me, stretching my hole. Sweat beads on the insides of my palms where I clench the edge of the desk.

His fingers felt okay, good even. But this…it hurts like nothing I’ve ever felt. And he’s fucking huge. My heart beats hard, fast, and my skin’s on fire. I clench my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut tight.

And beyond the initial pain, there’s a deep dark thrill, a dubious anticipation that slides through me as he fills me, stretching me mercilessly.

I instinctively thrust backward against him, a gasp knotting in my throat when I realize what I just did.

Holy hell, I’m actually turned on by what’s happening between us.

I want him to keep going.

He suddenly stops, and I realize he’s all the way in. My heart pounds and my pussy… shit, it throbs. And it’s wet. I fall forward onto the desk, staring open-mouthed at a video of a couple on the screen. The woman is in leather straps, her bare, glistening pussy being fucked by the biggest dildo I’ve seen. It’s attached to a machine and it’s hammering into her.

She’s got vicious-looking clamps on her breasts and a man walks around her, a small and nasty flogger in one hand. He beats her with it, and with each strike she writhes, her mouth open in a silent scream.

It overwhelms my already overloaded senses. His hand tightens around my stomach, my ass clamping around his cock. His balls and thighs press against me, my pussy quivering with an inexplicable need.

The desk is hard and the harsh sound of my breaths seems to fill the room.

The memory of that toe-curling kiss, a kiss so tender I can’t even begin to unravel it, batters my brain, too.

Malone lowers his chest into me and pushes my hair from my face. His lips, those delicious and pleasure-giving lips, brush against my ear. “Ready to be ridden?”

The filthy promise of his words rip through me and my pussy clenches hard. Traitorous bitch. “I…”

“Hold on, Red, things are gonna get intense.” He grasps my hair and draws back.

Right to the tip.

It stays in me, holding me open and I shudder beneath him, my knees wobbling like they’ve just been transformed into Jell-O. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Good. First time and definitely not last.”

Malone slams into me and I scream.

Not from anything like pain. No, but the sound tears from me as he claims me in a way that’s so complete, so intimate, it’s almost too much to comprehend.

I half expect him to stop, but he doesn’t. He sets up a brutal pace that I both love and hate at the same time.

I hate that I have no choice but to give myself to him.

I hate that I have to do this to save my family.

But there’s a part of me that craves this deranged and depraved man on some base level, and that part wants him to fuck me senseless, until I can’t remember my own name.

Perspiration pebbles over the back of my neck, his ragged breaths heating my skin. My nipples tingle, my pussy aches to be touched.

He pulls out and pushes in, over and over until something inside of me changes, and it starts to feel good, really good, like I’m on the brink of colliding with the most intense euphoria I’ve ever experienced.

Pleasure starts to build in my core and I thrust back into him. The breath tears from my lungs as my body starts to beat and sing and quake with the pulsing of his cock.

“Yes, fuck yes,” he says.

Then he slides his hands down, grabbing my hips, fingers digging into my flesh. The orgasm crashes over me like a curling wave. It’s deep, wild, and each thrust into me pushes my clit into the edge of the desk.

He was holding back before.

But not anymore.

He hammers into me, and I moan as he hits something inside me over and over. Each stroke is more intense, more powerful, until the moan turns into a scream and I come, sudden and hard.

“Oh, fuck.”

He trembles, jerking as he comes. My knees give out like soggy noodles as he fills my ass with his hot cum. His arm tightens around me, keeping me from smacking my head on the desk. I lean back against him, his shallow breaths hot against my neck. My belly warms under his protective touch.

When he finally pulls out, he doesn’t offer me words of comfort. I try to straighten up, but I can’t. My entire being is still flushed with the glorious pleasure of the orgasm that shoots aftershocks into every cell of my body.

The zipper of his pants hisses as he tucks his cock away. Then his hands are back on me, pulling my ass cheeks and pussy apart.

He lowers himself, his hot breath shifting down over my wet flesh as he licks my pussy, his lips and tongue hammering against my clit before riding up and down my slit.

Goddamn…

Another orgasm tears through me like lightning.

He waits until I’m finished before turning me around to face him.

“Responsive,” he says with a self-satisfied smirk. “We’re going to have fun.”

Then he lets me go.

“Malone?” I rasp.

“Fuck that, I want you to call me Master or Sir.”

“Not. Happening,” I say, voice thick.

His hand comes down hard and sharp on my ass, making me scream. “Oh yeah, you fucking will. And I’ll enjoy making you do it.”

I try to find an ounce of strength in my body that I can use to pull myself up, but I’m still a pile of goo, and the fucking asshole doesn’t bother to help. He just moves past me and gets himself a drink. Then he points at the screen.

“Can’t wait to strap you to a St. Andrew’s Cross.” Then he finally looks at me with a raised eyebrow. “You need help or something?”

I stare at him. I hate this man for doing this, for making me struggle against the waves of regret hitting me, for making me want him to gather me in his arms and kiss me again and whisper sweetness to me.

He doesn’t.

Of course he doesn’t.

He’s a criminal, a sleaze, a man who takes what he wants, like he just took me. Not because he really wants me, but because he can.

This was a game and the worst thing is, I liked it. More than I want to admit to myself and something I’d never admit to him. It’s bad enough that I need his help, but I got off on it, which is so much worse.

And the dispassionate look he flashes me… it pisses me off and I want to smack it off his gorgeous face.

I’m coming down from the euphoric high, crumpling to the ground where reality comes flooding back in. “Fuck you. I’m not?—”

“What?” He crosses to me and grabs me by the hair. “Going to take the help you’re already starting to pay for? Up to you. Maybe this is just your way to play in the filth. Get a taste. I don’t really care.”

He’s close, too close, and he sends the moral compass in me haywire.

But the thing is, I do care.

“Let go,” I say. “Please.”

Malone’s gaze shifts to my lips, but then he lets me go.

What I should do is run.

But I can’t.

I need him, but right now, I’m shaking. I find the strength to pull up my panties and pull down my skirt and stand straight up to look him directly in the eye.

“Thank you,” I say, sarcasm dripping from my words. Disgust burns hot in my veins, almost as hot as the hate and lust that bubbles up for this man.

A nasty grin hits his mouth. “That ‘thank you’ must taste like shit on your tongue, yeah? Since you liked fucking me against your moral code?”

“There must be others I can hire.” I stiffen. I need him and yet… Christ, how the hell can I do this? With this man? I just whored myself out to him. I disgust myself.

He just raises his brow and sips his drink, nodding toward the door. “Go find them. You’re fun to fuck, but you’re starting to bore me.”

“So just help me, then.”

“I thought you were going to find someone else.”

“You said?—”

“The deal is fucking you in exchange for my protection.” He sighs and refills his glass.

“I don’t want to have sex with you.”

“That’s a lie,” he says, lifting his glass and taking a swallow. “You moaned and raised your ass for me and came from it all. Once with my cock buried up your formally virginal ass, and the next when you rode my face. The sex is non-negotiable, princess.”

“But—”

“You’re tasty, sex with you is fun,” he says, “and I’m not about to go on a diet. I’m not that kind of man.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“And yet you got off on me. Literally.”

My phone buzzes in the quiet of the office. He slants me a look, walks over to my bag, and pulls it out. With a quick glance at the screen, he hands it to me.

Uncle Grant. My stomach plummets into my shoes.

“Answer it.”

I cut my eyes at him and press Answer. “Uncle Grant, is everything all right?”

“Have you made that deal with him yet?” my uncle asks. His tone’s clipped, distracted, and I try to focus on that and not his hurtful words.

Hurtful because they’re from a man who doesn’t care what he’s asking his niece to do.

But clipped and distracted isn’t him when he’s after something, and my heart beats hard like it’s trying to escape the case of my ribs.

“Is everything all right?—?”

“You know I wouldn’t ask,” he says, “but it’s desperate times, Scarlett.”

Shame floods my cheeks because something’s wrong… oh God… Amelia. “Is?—”

“It’s not real, just a sham. Just pretend. We’re counting on you, Scarlett.”

I look at Malone, who leans against the desk, right where he fucked me, ankles crossed. He watches me, head slightly cocked, and I’m still trying to deal with the fallout inside from what happened, from what they want me to do… and the fact that I put myself here in the first place.

“Did something happen?” I ask again. “Is Amelia all right?”

“She’s fine, for now. You know—” He stops. “You know I wouldn’t push this, but he wants a ticket, and it’s you.”

“I know.” I close my eyes, bombarded by memories of the softness of Malone’s mouth on mine with that tender kiss one could mistake as sweet, contrasted with the slam of his cock in my ass…

My uncle knows this man wants me. He knows it’s not a sham. He knows.

That’s the clipped part of his voice. He wants to lie to himself to get what they need: protection.

“I don’t know if I can,” I say suddenly. I know, though. That I’ll do it. Because, otherwise, I’d never have gotten on my knees. I’d never have let Malone…

I’d never have let him fuck me.

And I fucking hate the fact I’ll do this, that I want this man I don’t like to take me again.

What the hell does that make me?

“Scarlett…” The clipped tone vanishes as does the distracted quality. A wave of fear rocks me. “If there was another way, we’d take it, but things are getting worse. I shouldn’t tell you, but apart from the attack, someone cut the brakes in your father’s car. He’s all right?—”

“Oh my God?—”

Malone takes the phone from me. “We’re negotiating, Hanlon. Keep the fuck out of it.”

My jaw drops as he ends the call and tosses my phone.

“How dare you?”

“I dare to do a lot of fucking things,” he says, “and in the grand scheme of it all, this is nothing. What did he say?”

I squeeze my hands into tight fists. “Someone cut the brakes on Dad’s car.”

He doesn’t say a damn word.

“Did you hear me?”

“I can make sure that doesn’t happen,” he says. “Again.”

“How—?”

“You’ve got respectability on your side. I have power and the ability to instill fear. People don’t touch anything I claim as mine. You and your family? We do this deal? You’re all mine.”

He knows.

I told him before I blew him, before he fucked me, that I’d do this. But he wants me to mean it. To beg.

And if someone tried to get to Dad in such a blatant way, then Amelia’s more than exposed.

This man wants me to beg? I’ll beg.

He wants me to crawl? I’ll do that, too. And not just to blow him.

If he can protect us, protect them, then…

“Do you promise you can protect them?” I ask, loosening my fists and wringing my hands together.

“Yes.”

I nod. And I go to him. I go down on my knees, hands behind my back, and I look at the floor. It seems right. It fits.

The night I went into his club I saw girls and guys who knelt in front of their masters and mistresses.

I can do it, too.

“It’s a deal if you’ll have me. Sir.”