Chapter 3
Bohnes
“Do you see?” I ask, turning suddenly to Scarlett and grabbing her face in both of my hands.
My eyes search hers as she clings to the front of my hoodie.
Her mouth is ripe. Her hair is shiny. Her expression is fanatic.
She gets it, just like I do. Today was a huge victory for us.
“Everything’s moving forward as it should. ”
Scarlett laughs at me, allowing me to hold her in a way she would’ve resisted before.
She says she loves me. She bound us together in unholy matrimony.
Even if she hadn’t, I’d still be here, murdering the world for her.
But this is much better. I’m not sure that I was expecting this much affection this quickly—or at all.
The dark truth is this: I thought I was going to be an unwanted but oh-so-helpful shadow for the entirety of Scarlett’s life. I didn’t end up in a one-sided relationship for years because I expected anything in return. All of this, it’s quite the opposite of a nightmare, isn’t it? Like a…dream?
Fuck. God, yes. Yes.
“Only you’d say that after the day we had.
” Scarlett’s teasing me. She knows how easy we got off.
In my own head, I’d calculated Ash’s chances of surviving at about forty-percent.
It seems the family does, in fact, value money over all things.
If Pavel’s son is half as brilliant as him, he’s a gold mine.
If he wants to keep his sidepiece, Ash, alive for a fee?
Even better. Profit over punishment, as the case may be.
And Scarlett? She caught Burt’s attention all on her own. I can’t take credit for that.
“You’re telling me you don’t like this house?
” I ask, my smile too big for my face. Hideous is a word I’ve heard used before to describe it.
Grotesque. Psychotic. Scarlett leans in toward me, threading her fingers together on the back of my neck.
I drop my hands from her face, wrapping my arms around her instead.
Ahh, that’s better. “You don’t like your stable of fuckboys?
All of those fancy cars? I’m the best Nightmare you could’ve asked for. ”
“Oh, I love the fuckboys. I’m excited about the house. But the cars? God, Bohnes, the cars.” She groans and undulates herself into me, causing my teeth to snap together with the clack of ivory.
I want her. Now.
“Cars?” I repeat, grabbing Scarlett’s arms and pushing her back.
Her lips part in sweet confusion. But that’s only before I flip her around, pin her wrists to her lower back, and throw her over the edge of the antique desk in the living room.
I believe it’s meant to be decorative. Solid wood though.
Should hold up. “You’re moaning about cars when you’ve got me hard and leaking right in front of you?
” I snap my teeth near her ear and Scarlett sucks her lip under her teeth to stifle a moan.
“Don’t tease me, Bohnes. I’m already dripping.” She wiggles playfully, like she thinks I’m fucking around.
That’s cute.
“Tease you? Of course not.” I push my sweatpants down.
Useless fucking things. Scarlett’s changed into some of Alexei’s clothes—which I do not like—so her sweatpants are even easier to shove out of the way.
Too big. No underwear. Look at that ripe, pink peach.
I cup Scarlett’s pussy with my newly inked left hand.
“Bohnes,” she hisses, going stiff. I run a finger along her dripping slit and she chokes on her next breath.
“Bohnes, what?” I ask, circling her opening with that same fingertip. She shoves back against me, trying to impale herself, and I retreat. I love being a tease. Absolutely love it.
“I…” Scarlett relaxes—and I shove that finger in all the way to the knuckle. “Fuuuuck,” she groans as I close my eyes and run my tongue over my lip. Bite it. Drag my teeth over it. She wasn’t kidding when she said she was dripping.
“Did you like watching Ash and Alexei?” I ask her, fascinated. It was clinical to me, a means to an end. Ash sucked Alexei’s dick, so now the mob will back off enough for me to do my job. That’s it. Not for Scarlett though.
“I shouldn’t have liked it,” she mumbles. I slide my finger out and release her, waiting for her to shove up to her feet and spin around. She doesn’t fail, whipping me in the face with her braid. “The fuck? You can’t start something like this and then stop.”
“Does it look like I’m stopping?” I wonder aloud, spitting on my palm while my eyes stay locked with Scarlett’s. I reach down and fist myself, giving my cock a nice, hard yank. “You’re avoiding my question. Did you like it?”
“I loved it,” she admits, putting her hands under my hoodie and t-shirt. Pressing her palms against my stomach. Fuck yes. I give myself another firm tug and my fist bumps into Scarlett. Her breath hitches. “Does that make me a monster, Bohnes?”
“If it does, do you care?” I respond with a laugh, leaning down to press a violent kiss against her mouth.
I’m dropping everything now and snatching Scarlett up by the hips.
My left boot settles in the fabric hammock between her legs, pushing the crotch of her sweatpants to the floor.
At the same time, I lift her up to sit on the edge of the desk and the pants fall right off.
“We can play with those boys however you like. I don’t give a fuck.
But if they walk away, I’m still killing them. ”
“I understand.” She kisses me back, just as violently, grabbing at my hair as I shove her right leg open.
With my other hand, I press the head of my cock between those sticky thighs and thrust. I’m enveloped by insane heat, a molten slide that ends with me crushing Scarlett’s plump ass against the side of the desk.
“Oh for fuck’s sake.” This is from Widow.
I don’t look at him. I truly do not care.
If the other boys come between us, they’re a problem.
If they’re just there? Eh. I’ve realized how little they actually matter.
Liar. You like being able to sleep some now.
You love that you can have private moments like this with Scarlett while knowing they’ve got your back.
I do also enjoy having meals prepared for me on the regular. I hope Ash keeps that up.
Scarlett doesn’t acknowledge Widow—other than to briefly flip him off.
She presses harder into me, dragging me closer, coffin-ing me with her strong legs.
She squeezes them as hard as she can and it’s just this side of uncomfortable.
The pain gets me off, so I grip her cheeks in mean fingers, leaving bruised divots.
She responds by pulling my hair hard enough to make my eyes water. I bite onto her lip and she cries out.
Scarlett wraps her arms around my neck, strangling me.
“More,” I growl out, fucking her with violent, balls-deep thrusts. I’m big, too. I know I’m stretching her. I know my cock puts her right at the edge of discomfort. She loves it, undulating against me, trying to pull me deeper even though there’s nowhere else for me to go. “Tighter.”
Scarlett clings to my throat with strong hands, but she doesn’t cut off my airflow. More like a collar. A collar. I drag her off the desk and throw her back against the wall, my left palm pressed tight against the wallpaper. On my right, there’s a window.
This house has impressive security on the windows. All of the automatic shutters are closed or else the girls who are on guard duty out front would be seeing their leader’s ass cheek pressed to the glass.
Just the one cheek though. The other half is smooshed into the wall.
I scoot Scarlett over, knocking a picture down in the process. The frame snaps when it hits the floor.
“Oops,” I breathe, voice husky around the press of her hands. “I didn’t want to accidentally break the window.”
I roll my body, grinding hers into the damask wallpaper, leaving a sparkle of lust behind. Mussed hair stuck to the edge of the window trim. Swollen, kiss-bitten lips. Fingernails dragging agonizing lines of red down my throat and shoulders.
I almost fucking cum.
“Stop that,” I hiss at her, wrapping Scarlett’s braid around my fist and yanking her forward. “Do you want me to blow my load already? Take your time, my little arsenic-laced honeybun.”
“These goddamn nicknames—” Her words cut off in a grunt as I slam our joined pelvises into the wall.
“Better. Hotter. More creative? Oh, thank you, Bohnes. There. I did it for you.” I throw us into the wall again when she starts to talk, knocking her voice loose.
Oh my God. Yes. I can literally screw the words out of her.
It’s like exercising, isn’t it? If you can still talk, you’re not being fucked hard enough.
Scarlett clutches onto me as I paralyze her with exactly what she wants: a nice, hard, violent rut. Doesn’t always have to be lovemaking.
“God, Kellin,” she grinds out, getting one last little stab at me.
Kellin. Disgusting. But she can call me whatever she wants while she’s throwing her head back, arching her tits into me, and imprisoning my cock in those tight, greedy walls.
I’m milked like the animal I am, my dick crushed inside of her as she finishes.
Scarlett thrashes in my arms, fighting her own pleasure and trusting me to force her through to the other side.
With a scream, she collapses against me, her body relaxing around my dick as her inner walls flutter in satisfaction.
Even without her sweet little cunt acting like a cock ring, I dig my fingernails into the wallpaper and cum too hard to be standing up. My knees buckle, and I let us fall to the floor, taking the entirety of the impact onto myself.
I hold her there for too long, thinking about that first time we fucked in the school bathroom. This time, we don’t have to separate right away. This time, I can tighten the hold of my arms and embrace her like a bat.