Chapter 2
Scarlett
Once he leaves I compose myself as best as I can, feeling Kellin's eyes following my every move as I walked to my desk.
I sit and he clears his throat, grabbing my attention.
When I look at him, he's staring at me, his brown eyes holding so much intrigue.
He smirks, subtly rubbing his hand against his upper thigh, his eyes dipping in that direction.
"Don't make me tell you twice, Scarlett," Kellin sternly warns, the bite in his tone making my panties wet.
I get up, smoothing out my skirt, walking on weak legs from the sex Hunter and I just had.
I slowly walked over to him, knowing what he likes, my eyes tracing over all the Greek inspired tattoos covering his body, even the ones traveling up his neck.
Kellin is another patient of mine who's about to get out of prison, and just in time for another part of my plan to come into play.
He's a computer fucking genius—one of the best hackers there is.
And because he's one of the best, he'll now be working undercover for the government when they need his expertise.
But he's mine first and foremost. They just don't know it.
"You fucked him, didn't you?" Kell growls as I sit on his lap, his hands roughly grabbing my waist and sliding me over to the front.
His hand slides up my skirt and impatiently pushes my soaked underwear to the side, sliding two tattooed fingers inside me and pressing the pad of his thumb against my clit, using his other hand on my hip to hold me in place.
"I did, yes," I moan, grinding against his lap, and desperately pushing against his hand, chasing the incredible feeling.
"Bad doctor," he snarled into my ear, reaching between our bodies.
He pulls his dick out and pushes me forward, lining his head up with my entrance. With his hand around my throat and his thumb still rubbing my clit, he slams me down on his dick brutally.
"Very bad," I murmur, riding out the high as I grind against his hand with him inside me.
"Fuck me then," he demands, snaking his hand in my hair and tugging on a clump.
I felt a rush of excitement flood through me as I struggled to maintain my composure under his demanding gaze. The air in the room thickened with lust, the remnants of my earlier high with Hunter still coursing through my veins, but now igniting something darker within me.
As I sank down onto Kellin's thick, pierced, and tatted cock, the waves of pleasure overwhelmed me.
My heart hammered in my chest, a dangerous thrill rushing through my bloodstream as I began to rock back and forth, drawing him deeper inside.
His grip on my throat tightened slightly, just enough to elicit a gasp from my lips, a delightful mix of pain and pleasure that made my body arch instinctively toward him.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he growled, a predatory gleam lighting his eyes as I surrendered to the rhythm, feeling the head of his cock brushing against my sensitive spot just right as his piercings slid against my walls with an intense vibration.
Each thrust carried me deeper into a state of bliss; I was spiraling between two worlds—the thrill of danger with Hunter, and the raw hunger that Kellin commanded.
“Oh God, Kellin,” I moaned, urging my hips to move in sync with him as I felt him filling me completely. “You feel so good…”
“Good girls call out for God. Bad girls like you call out for me,” he taunted, smirking as I bit my lip, trying to fight back the mounting pleasure, savouring the wickedness of the situation.
The thought of getting caught, of being pinned between two of my most beguiling patients—exploring uncharted territories—I couldn't help but revel in it, and to think they weren't the only ones.
“Now I want you to let go. Come all over me.” His voice was a low thrust of desire that sent shivers down my spine.
The primal need in his gaze danced with mine, a dangerous game that only fueled the fire between us. I could feel him growing bigger inside me, and it only pushed me closer to the edge.
“Don’t make me fucking wait,” Kellin growled, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust that made me cry out.
The sound bounced off the walls, enveloping us in an illicit symphony of ragged breathing and damp skin. My body was on fucking fire, raw with lust and aching for more. The world outside faded into a distant fog, and the office shrank to the confines of our forbidden exchange.
“Tell me, Scarlett, how bad do you fucking want it?” His voice was a seductive whisper as he thrust deeper, pushing me even closer to the brink, his fingers pinching and flicking my clit to drive me even crazier.
“So fucking bad,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as I clung to him, every thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. “Kell… don’t stop. I want to feel you come inside me.”
“Good,” he grunted, his fingers tightening around my throat, his pace quickening as the friction between us heightened.
It was forbidden chaos, a melding of desires and carnal cravings. I felt myself spiraling; the world spun faster as I rode him, gasping for breath, teetering on the brink of ecstasy as life flashed before my eyes.
“Come for me, Scarlett,” Kellin commanded, the raw edge in his voice sparking the flames inside me. “I want to feel you fall apart right fucking now on my cock.”
With that, the tension in my core snapped like worn out rubberbands, sending spirals of electricity surging through my body.
I cried out, my voice ringing out in the small confines of the office as pleasure washed over me in torrents.
My body tightened around him, my pussy squeezing him tightly as I succumbed to the blissful release.
Waves of ecstasy crashed over me, drowning out all coherent thought.
Kellin followed suit, grunting with satisfaction as he thrust into me, his cum merging with mine in a delicious burst of heat and overwhelming euphoria.
As we collapsed against each other, panting, I felt the weight of our actions settle heavily on my chest. The thrill of the moment faded, and reality crept back in—two patients tangled between the lines of professionalism and pleasurable chaos all for selfish reasons.
"I get out today, Scarlett," Kellin says softly, his tone changing like night and day.
He tries to hold onto me, keep me on his lap, but I break out of his grasp and return to my desk, knowing it's time to remind him who's in charge. I put my hair up with a clip and put my glasses on, leaning back in my chair.
"I know. I'll see you at eight, don't forget," I remind him, giving him my most devious smirk.
Kellin's struggled with getting those dark, depraved thoughts out of his head, so I've helped him embrace them, knowing I'll be able to take care of him. Just like Hunter, I helped mold Kellin the way that I wanted him too.
The weight of my words hung heavily in the air between us, and as I glanced at Kellin, I could see the determination etched into his features.
The transformation I had orchestrated in him would soon culminate in something far darker than what our recent encounter had hinted at.
I knew I had carefully chosen the path we were on, one where I would lead them both into an exhilarating spiral of chaos wrapped in pleasure.
His pierced brow furrowed slightly, the edge of danger flickering in his eyes as he seemed to absorb everything I’d just said.
It wasn’t just that he was getting out today; it was what lay ahead for both him and Hunter.
The fragile balance we’d created was sitting on the precipice of falling into the abyss of our collective desires.
“Scarlett, we can’t keep doing this,” he blurted out, though there was an exciting spark in his voice, an undertone that barely concealed the thrill he felt. “You of all people should know what the stakes are.”
I tilted my head, giving him a challenging smile.
“And what if I want those stakes to be higher?” I leaned back in my chair, fingers tenting under my chin as I watched him, my gaze unwavering.
“What if this is exactly what I crave? You see, the truth is, you and Hunter are both vital pieces of a very intricate game, and you're not the only ones. You think you understand it, but you don’t.”
Kellin’s breath hitched—a mix of trepidation and intrigue. The way I had molded both men had left them uncertain, yet hungry for more, and that only excited me further.
“So what’s the next move, Scarlett?” he asked, his voice dropping low as he leaned closer, tension coiling around us like a snake ready to strike.
“Tonight, you all meet,” I said coolly, my heart racing at the thought of what we could unleash together. “We’ll set the groundwork for something none of you could have imagined before. I know what you all want… and I'm going to help you achieve it.”
Kellin’s hesitation melted away, replaced by that fiery intensity I craved.
“Mixing our dark sides with something more… strategic. I like the sound of that.” A devilish grin crept onto his face, clearly relishing the dangerous game ahead, fully surrendering to the mere idea of unleashing his demons with me at his side.
“You’ll see just how thrilling it can be,” I said, fidgeting with the pen on my desk, heart racing as visions of the night danced in my head. The power dynamics, the chaos, and the lust swirling around the three of us—it would be intoxicating.
“So, what’s your angle?” he pressed, the intrigue deepening his tone. “What do you want us to do?”
“You'll discover your limits and each other's, and push them. I'll be there to guide you.”
His gaze pierced through me, a wicked thrill reflected in his brown eyes. “And if deep down we’re completely lost? If we can’t handle it?”
“Then I’ll be right there to catch you—always.” I paused a moment, letting the words settle in, drawing from the undeniable connection that thrummed between us. “But you need to trust me. Trust the plan.”
“I won’t let you down,” he said, and there was a primal promise within it, a pledge that sent a shiver of excitement down my spine.
Kellin, although he looked all mean and dangerous, he wasn't. Not as dangerous as he seemed anyway. He was in for money laundering and hacking, got fifteen years for it. Looks can be deceiving though, and with Kellin, he still had that dark part of him that he always wanted to unleash.
Out of the two, Hunter was the dominant one, the one who would most definitely call the shots. But putting all four of them together, I knew it would be curious to see which one would be the alpha. My money was on Hunter, but I was biased.
As we fell into inching closer, our intentions sinister yet blissfully exhilarating, we both felt it—the pulling call of the unknown, the promise of darkness and pleasure bound together.
The clock was ticking towards the rendezvous.
Tonight, the three of us would ascend toward something uncharted and twisted.
“And just so you know,” I added playfully, “you better bring that ferocity of yours to the table when we meet.”
“Always,” Kellin answered, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling mixture of anticipation and hunger.
As he got up from his seat, I savored the moment, watching the wicked darkness wrap around him like a cloak.
Just as Hunter brought that rush of danger into my life, Kellin became an extension of that—an ally I had shaped into a warrior of desire.
Yet beneath the surface, a sense of inevitability loomed—another game unfolding where the stakes were high, and the consequences could be deadly, both for us and for others.
“Meeting at eight, then,” he said, sauntering toward the door, leaving me alone with my turbulent thoughts and a smirk that hinted at the chaos awaiting us.
I turned to look out the window, rain splattering against the glass like a drumroll heralding a storm, thick with possibility. I was ready to unleash the true extent of our desires. Little did they know, I had plans upon plans—something that had been brewing in my mind.
Tonight, we would break free from the confines of our previous lives and create something that would shift the very foundation of our existence. Let the storm rage on. The world outside had no idea what was coming for it. The church, the five of us—this was just the beginning.