23. Scarlet
23
SCARLET
F reshly showered, I dress in the cutest pajamas I can find. They are not as sexy as I hoped, but it’s not like I have lingerie lying around here. Plus, I still have to walk out in the hallway, and sneaking to Ren’s room is risky enough without being half naked.
My hair is still damp when I put it up in a ponytail and exit my room quietly. On tiptoes, I walk down the dark hall to Ren’s room. I look left and right quickly, making sure no one is out here before I grab the door handle. The brass is cold against my warm hand as I turn the knob slowly until I hear the lock disengage.
I step into the dimly lit room, excitement filling my veins when I see a shirtless Ren sitting on the bed waiting for me. I close the door as softly as I can, locking it behind me just in case. Only when I spin back around to look at Ren, do I notice the dark expression on his face. His eyes are hooded, with an eerie shadow under them. His lips are pulled into a thin line, and his jaw is set tightly, as if he is grinding his teeth.
“River,” I whisper hesitantly, wondering if locking the door was a mistake.
“No, it’s me, but I guess you’d prefer it the other way,” Ren says darkly, while confusing the hell out of me.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Of course I want it to be you.” I take a few steps toward the bed, eating up the distance between us with each step.
“Are you sure about that?”
“Ren, what is this about? Please talk to me.”
“Why didn’t you tell me River fingered you? Is it because you enjoyed it too much?”
My face heats up with embarrassment. The short answer is yes, he is right. I didn’t tell him because I’m ashamed how much I enjoyed it.
“Cat got your tongue?” Ren taunts.
“Yes, River fingered me through the bars when he grabbed me. Yes, I enjoyed it more than I am willing to admit to anyone… maybe even to myself. I’m sorry, I should have told you.”
“Is there more you should have told me?” Ren questions through gritted teeth. I notice his hands are balled into tight fists next to him. A vein pulsing on his forehead. Why is he so angry?
“No, nothing else happened,” I say, my voice trembling slightly. My answer seems to only enrage him more. He gets up from the bed with a grunt, his muscles stiff as he paces through the room, only a few feet away from me. The tension in the room is high. If I had a knife, I could cut it, or maybe I need a knife to protect myself instead.
I’m so confused by his actions, all I can do is stand there like a deer caught in headlights.
“Don’t fucking lie to me, Scarlet. Tell me your secret.”
“I don’t have a secret,” I defend. “I don’t understand why you get so mad if River touches me. It’s still you, Ren. You are River, it’s your eyes I’m looking into, your hands on my skin. You act like I’m cheating on you, but I’m not. I love you, every part of you.”
“Stop lying and tell me the truth.” Ren yells at me so loudly I take a step backward.
“I don’t… I don’t understand…” I really don’t know what to say. What does he want me to tell him? “I don’t know what you want from me, but I’m not staying here so you can yell at me. I’m going back to my room until you calm down.”
I spin around and head for the door. A shiver runs down my spine when I hear Ren’s footsteps approaching. I reach for the doorknob, but before the cool brass meets my skin, Ren grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me toward him. A scream threatens to rip from my throat as a hand slaps over my mouth.
A sinister laugh comes from behind me. “Fuck, that was just too easy.” I know right away I’m dealing with River now. It’s the sinister edge in his voice, the cruel way his fingers dig into my neck, and the way I’m yanked back against his chest. “Ren is so fucking predictable, just a little push of a button, and he loses control. And you, Angel . What am I going to do with you today?”
Fear slithers through my body like a dangerous snake. How far would River go to hurt me? The question evaporates into thin air when he pulls me closer to his body, grinding his erection into my ass. Maybe he doesn’t want to hurt me after all. I think it’s something else he has on his mind.
“Mhh, no bars between us today. So many things I want to do to you,” he whispers into my ear, his minty breath fanning over my cheek.
Another shiver runs through my body, but this time not because of fear. He lifts the hand from my mouth, only to run his palm down my body. “Let’s face it, you won’t scream, no matter what I do to you. You wouldn’t want your precious Ren to get in trouble.”
He grabs my breast roughly, pinching my nipple through my shirt, making me gasp in surprise.
“You like this, my little whore? You like me touching you however I please? Tell me how wet your cunt is right now, how your clit is begging to be touched.”
“Why? Why do you care if I like this or not?” I don’t know why I feel like taunting him, but some depraved part of myself wants to see how far I can push him.
“I don’t really care,” he growls, “I’d fuck you even if you begged me to stop. But I like you admitting what a dirty little slut you are. And I like even more knowing that Ren hates it when I touch you.” There must be something very wrong with me because his twisted words only turn me on more. I feel my pussy growing wet, my core tightens, and my thighs quiver in anticipation.
His hand moves from my breast to my stomach, stopping right over my belly button.
“Please,” I beg breathlessly, letting my head fall back to rest on River’s shoulder.
“Please what? Please stop or please fuck me?” River taunts.
“Please fuck me,” I shamelessly admit. “I want you.”
“Prove it.” He suddenly lets go of me. His hands disappear from my body, and he steps away, leaving me unsteady on my own feet. When I turn around a bit disoriented, I find him climbing onto the bed, laying down with his head propped up on the pillow. “Come and ride my cock. Show me how much you want me,” he challenges.
Without thinking, I grab the hem of my pj shirt and pull it over my head. I dig my fingers into the waistband of my bottoms and pull those down together with my underwear. River’s eyes are filled with lust as he undoes his pants and pulls his already hard cock out.
I don’t waste any time climbing onto the bed with him. I straddle his lap, positioning my pussy over him until his head is nudging against my entrance. I lower myself slowly, apparently too slow for River.
He grabs hold of my hips and slams me down on his cock, impaling me with a sharp pain. I hiss at the discomfort while River groans in pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good. You were made for me.” His words somehow ease the pain a bit.
He lets me adjust to his size for a few moments, but his hungry eyes never leave mine. When the discomfort has eased, I start moving my hips a little, testing at first, then a little more. River groans again, while his thumb finds my clit to rub small circles over it. I can feel myself growing wet, making him slide in and out of me smoothly as I bounce my hips up and down.
Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back to enjoy the euphoric sensation of us fucking, and River keeping pressure on my small bundle of nerves between my legs. He rubs it relentlessly while meeting my hips with every stroke until I’m nothing more than a moaning mess about to have a mindblowing orgasm.
“I want you to come all over my cock, I want to feel you squeeze me while you fall apart.” He pulls his hand back an inch and slaps my clit with his palm. I squeal out in surprise, shocked by the new sensation. Before I can comprehend what he is doing, he slaps my pussy again, and the sharp sting is what sends me over the edge.
“That’s it, my little slut. Come for me, squeeze my cock with your pretty little cunt.” My orgasm slams into me suddenly and violently, while River continues the onslaught on my clit. Pleasure like never before courses through my veins, and my whole body stiffens with the release before every muscle inside of me turns into jelly.
I crumble down like a paper doll, too exhausted to hold myself up. My cheek is pressed against River’s chest. My mouth hangs open, and I breathe heavily to catch my breath. I might be slobbering, but I couldn’t care less. My mind is too consumed with the unbelievable pleasure I just experienced. I’m still not fully conscious yet when River shifts beneath me, flipping us over so that I’m on the bottom, facing him.
Opening my eyes, I catch the darkness in River’s gaze. A darkness that makes me shiver with both fear and anticipation. How does he make me feel this way? I should be frightened, but instead, his darkness sets my core ablaze in a way Ren can’t. The thought alone confuses me beyond measures. I need to stop thinking about them as two separate people. River is Ren, Ren is River. Two sides of the same coin.
Before I can think too much into it, River grins mischievously, and his eyes gleam with excitement. I’m about to ask him what he is thinking about when he grabs my hips and flips me around on my stomach.
He straddles the back of my legs. I can feel his heavy cock laying on my wet thighs. “I’m going to go slow, but it might still hurt a bit. I’ll try to stretch you out first.”
Oh, my god. He is going to fuck my ass, I realize. Part of me wants to object, but the other deprived part wants to let him do it.
“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me.” My mind is still processing what he is asking when a sharp slap on my ass makes me move faster. Reaching back, I spread my cheeks for him. “Good whore,” he praises. His palm finds my now tender skin again, but this time, he simply rubs the spot, massaging it until I forget the pain completely.
I’m so exposed to him, showing him the most private part of myself as he continues to massage my butt cheeks. My whole body is hyper aware, all my nerve endings buzzing with excitement as his thumb finds my asshole. At first, he just massages it but when I feel him spit on my hole, I know more is to come soon.
He presses the tip of his thumb inside of me. The sensation is foreign, but it doesn’t hurt like I expected. He probes my hole with his thumb going in and out slowly before suddenly slipping out completely.He doesn’t leave me empty for long, replacing his thumb with two of his fingers. Once he’s worked those fingers inside of me, he spreads them apart, stretching me in the process.
“How does it feel to have my fingers in your ass, preparing you for my cock?”
“Good,” I moan without thinking, making River chuckle behind me.
“Are you ready for my cock?”
“I don’t know.” His fingers are much smaller than his dick.
“I’ll guess we’re about to find out,” River taunts, removing his fingers from my hole. He spits on it one more time before I feel the smooth head of his cock at my back entrance. “Try to stay relaxed.”
He pushes inside slowly, but the pressure builds quickly. I was right; his cock is much bigger than his fingers, and my hole feels like it’s about to rip open. I whimper, digging my nails into my skin to absorb some of the pain.
The head of his cock slips inside, and I will my muscles to relax. He goes very slowly, but somehow, it’s not slow enough.
It isn’t until he starts talking again that I forget about the discomfort. “My good little slut is taking it up the ass so well. Just like I knew you would. All whores like getting fucked in the ass. How does it feel, Angel ?”
“Full… so full…” I manage to get out.
“Good, I like you full of my cock. I like your holes good and stuffed. I’m gonna start fucking you, and you’re going to be a good little girl and keep those ass cheeks spread for me.” His voice is husky, like he is barely hanging on to his restraint.
I nod into the pillow, holding myself open for him as he starts to move in and out of my ass at a steady pace. It doesn’t take long for the pain to completely subside and a new kind of pleasure to set it.
“Fuck yes, that’s it, slut, relax for me. Let me fuck you.” At his words, I relax a little further, sinking into the mattress.
He increases his pace, fucking me faster and harder with each stroke. The longer he goes, the better it feels, and before I know it, I press my ass up, urging him to go even deeper.
“I’m going to fill your ass with my come, but I want you to come with me. I want you to fall apart while I fuck your ass.” River snakes his arms around me until his fingers are right over my clit. He rubs the small bundle of nerves roughly, and it only takes a few seconds for my orgasm to sneak up on me.
“I—I’m coming…” I manage to spit out between moans.
River grunts behind me, fucking me in deep strokes while pinching my clit so hard I see stars. My thighs quiver, and my body tightens as my release takes hold of me.
“Fuck yes, milk my cock!” River roars as I come all over his fingers. Pleasure runs through every vein in my body, making me forget I’m with River and how wrong this is.
He stiffens with a groan, and I can feel his cock pulsating inside of me. His orgasm wrecks his body just as mine slowly fades out.
River collapses on top of me, pressing me into the mattress. We’re both breathing heavily, trying to catch our breath. He rolls off me, lying on his back next to me.
For a few minutes, neither one of us says anything.
“Was that prove enough?” I ask, breaking the silence.
“I have to admit, you did pretty good.”
“Now you have no reason left to be angry. I’ve proven that I love you, and Rebecca is finally dead.”
“What?” He asks, like he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. It dawns on me that he doesn’t know about the whole New Haven Operation.
“Rebecca and her son are dead,” I tell him along with the rest of the story. He listens intently, only asking a few questions here and there.
When I’m done filling him in on everything, he sits up in his bed. “It was supposed to be me,” he says angrily. “I was supposed to kill her.”
“What does it matter who did it? She is dead, and that’s all that matters.” I try to reason with him, but he is getting more agitated by the second. I get up from the bed and start getting dressed, feeling vulnerable in my naked form.
“You just don’t understand. It should have been me. It was my revenge!”
“You scare me when you get angry like this,” I admit, hoping that my statement will calm him down. It doesn’t.
“Good, you should be scared.”
“Maybe I should tell my dad to put you back in the cell,” I warn, but we both know I’m just bluffing.
“Maybe you should go back to your room and keep your pretty little mouth shut.”
“Maybe I should. It appears you enjoy being alone.”
“Finally, you get it.”
Leaving him like this might be a terrible idea. But what else am I supposed to do? He clearly doesn’t want me here anymore. I don’t know what I expected him to do? Cuddle?
“Fine, I’ll leave you alone for now, but don’t try anything stupid. There are guards everywhere, and they know you are not supposed to leave.”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. I’m still a prisoner.” River is still sitting on the bed, only a thin sheet covering him up. I walk over to stand next to him. He looks up at me in confusion. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I dip my head down and place a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Kissing you goodnight.”
He looks at me in surprise but doesn’t say anything as I straighten back up and make my way across the room. “I love you,” I tell him without turning around, before opening the door and slipping out of the room. He might not care about hearing it, but I’ll say it no matter what.