Chapter 8 #3
“Your most recent memory of this office will be of my tight, hot cunt. Do you think that was accidental?” She slides off the desk, her stance casual, like I didn’t just cum in my pants over the taste of her. Unusually warm winter sunlight colors our flushed skin with gold.
“Of course it wasn’t accidental. It was exactly what I was intending when I started fucking you.
” I look down at the gloves, waiting to see if the urge to shower hits me.
It does. But not because of Scarlett herself.
I had my knees on the floor. My body touched that desk.
I have my own cum inside my pants. Fucking disgusting. Genuinely. “Pardon me.”
I turn and make a swift beeline for the exit, the sound of her bare footsteps padding along behind me. Out into the hallway, down to the master bedroom at the very end.
I’m practically running.
Bohnes, Ash, and Widow watch us curiously as we rush by.
“What do you mean what you were intending?” Scarlett asks, jogging beside me into the en suite. She keeps pace with me as I strip down, doing the same herself.
We end up in a hot shower together.
I offer her a warning look. Pressing me further will lead to more sex, and she knows that. It’s early yet, but we do have to drive all the way up to Portland today.
“Exactly as I said. I knew what I was doing.” I press my bare hand against the side of Scarlett’s rib cage, and she starts to squirm in a way that ruins any chance I might have for rational thought.
We’re both breathing erratically, steam rising from our naked skin.
“I couldn’t live in Papa’s graveyard. But in the new home I share with my wife? That I can do. Quite happily.”
Scarlett kisses me on the mouth, using her tiptoes to reach.
We have business today.
Doesn’t matter.
Before I know it, I’m on my knees, feasting on her cunt.
Me, Alexei Grove-Borisov-Force, drowning in cunt and feeling another orgasm building out of nowhere. I’m not even touching myself. The drip of the hot water is going to be enough to empty me. The deprivation is blistering, and her arousal on my tongue is a drug.
My naked fingers spread Scarlett wide this time, hot water cascading over my head. It’s a good thing that I didn’t taste Scarlett pussy’s until after we were married. A man can’t have a woman like this only once and be fulfilled.
Anything less than eternity is unacceptable.
Scarlett orgasms violently, counting on me to catch her as she falls.
I’m greedy with her, dragging her naked body against mine while she’s still spasming.
We’re both drowning in the heat and steam, but it doesn’t matter.
Our mouths are pressed together, and she’s tasting herself on my lips. Ah, fucking bliss.
“We both had the same idea, huh?” she murmurs between kisses. “Think of that office and you’ll only think of perfect Prescott pussy.” Scarlett grins with her mouth against mine, and I’m overwhelmed with this feeling of rightness.
We were meant to be married; we’re meant to be like this forever.
“The reality remains that I fucked my new wife on the same desk where my father took his last breath.” I lean back against the wall, eying the fresh bar of soap on the shelf opposite where we’re sitting.
I use a brand-new bar for every shower. It’s the only rational way to keep oneself clean.
“I am a monster, and I will use every drop of my vengeance to protect you.”
“I don’t need protection.” Scarlett closes her eyes and rests her forehead against my shoulder.
“But thank you. If violence means we can live, then violence it is. Just don’t get addicted to it.
I heard about you using an umbrella to block the blood spatter in the barbershop last night. You clever animal, you.”
My mouth curves up on one side.
One of my Papa’s murderers has already died a gruesome death; the other two are going to get theirs next.
Less bodies in the ground is better unless it’s those bodies.
Some murders are just damage control. And really, you shouldn’t fuck with someone if you don’t want to be fucked with.
We come downstairs to find Ash and Widow at the breakfast table where I would sit with Papa, arranged in a nook off the kitchen with glass walls to show off the garden. There are four plates with omelettes over rice. There’s also a kettle beside an instant oatmeal cup.
Ash is using a knife to slice Widow’s omelette, and there’s only mild tension between them with a butcher knife involved. How civil. Kellin Bohnes appears behind us in the hallway like a specter. The perfect backstabber, if he were so inclined. Well. He is inclined, just not for the pair of us.
“Good morning,” he purrs, slipping between us and into the dining room, dressed in all-black clothes with blood-spattered white sneakers.
Real or fake blood, that I don’t know. “Riveting office performance, you two. I came hard in my hand.” He mimes a jerking off motion and grins, slipping into one of the chairs at the table.
“And thank you, Mrs. Force. I’m enjoying the hot meals. ”
Bohnes is not talking to Scarlett but to Ash.
“Maji de?” Ash asks and then he laughs. The sound seems genuine.
We accidentally meet one another’s eyes, and he inclines his chin, like we’re coming to another gentleman’s agreement.
We don’t need to speak about what happened or even bring up the video.
The hacker girl, Hype, is on-staff now. There won’t be any opportunity for it to be shared online. “I’m quite chuffed, Kellin. Thank you.”
Bohnes is entirely disarmed, his ghoul smile sliding off his face.
Widow, though, is watching me as Scarlett pulls out a chair and tries to get me to sit in it. I pull out another chair and offer her the same. With a smirk, she plops down on Widow’s lap, staring at me in challenge.
“I want you both to know that if you transfer that money into my name, it’s going to fucking piss me off.” That’s how he chooses to greet me and Scarlett. “I can make my own money, and I don’t need some safety net. We’re all nuts. Batshit crazy. Nobody is going anywhere.”
He takes a huge bite of egg and rice, and I’m almost jealous. Instant oatmeal, again. It’s not very appealing.
“You’re referring to the money Scarlett wanted to set aside for you?” I clarify as Bohnes laughs.
“Oh, stop with the chivalry. We could make good money my way, but be realistic: do you want to bury bodies every other weekend and stalk bad guys on cold, wet nights? I would rather play with cars and fuck Scarlett.” Bohnes picks up his fork and starts on his omelette as Ash sets the butcher knife in the center of the table and then takes a seat in a chair.
My eyes drift to the omelette on Scarlett’s plate. I should cook with Ash and see how he handles the food, if he cleans properly, if he breathes too much on his creations. I shudder and open the lid of the oatmeal. It’s hard to hunt and kill your father’s murderers if you don’t eat.
“Chivalry?” Widow echoes, like he’s trying to make sense of what he just heard. “This is about pride.”
“Transfer the Bugatti into his name instead,” I suggest and Scarlett gives me a horrified look.
“I was going to drive that!” she gasps, putting a hand to her chest. “That car is mine, Alexei.”
“Yeah, you know what?” Widow says, mouth twisting into something slick and venomous.
“I will take that car, come to think of it. That’s how you can prove your loyalty, by transferring the title to me.
You already stole the Stingray’s title, didn’t you?
” Widow turns to me, rapping his wounded knuckles against the table. “Thanks, Alexei. I appreciate that.”
“You’re welcome, Adrian.” I turn back to Scarlett, leaning forward and putting an elbow on the edge of the table. I personally cleaned this table last night, so I know that it’s clean. “Today at P-Trip,” I continue, and the room goes silent, “we’re going to be tested. Burt will be watching.”
“Not just Burt, but Chet and…Jonas.” Ash goes still, black eyes staring at nothing.
He shakes himself out and goes back to eating his omelette, the sword strapped to his back.
It knocks against the chair behind him as he moves around.
“Chet sent the junkie crew, and that did bugger all. Expect the next blow to be emotionally agonizing as Jonas tries to break our spirits.”
“The family wants to see if we can handle our own business.” I pour some hot water into the mug that was left for me—but only after inspecting it thoroughly for cleanliness.
A sealed tea bag sits beside it. I open that and add it to the water under Ash’s watchful eyes, like he was curious to see if I’d accept his offer.
I lift the mug in thanks, and he smiles.
“No matter what Chet or Jonas do, we have to maintain composure and boundaries.”
The water is boiling. Theoretically, it will all be sterilized.
I take a leap of faith when I drink that tea, putting my trust into the woman I’ve fallen in love with.
If I can’t trust her, I’ll never be able to trust anyone.
It’s important that I dedicate myself to my wife the way Papa was dedicated to Mama.
I want to show her with every action that I take that I’m on her side.
“What are we telling people in public?” Bohnes asks, finishing his food and pushing his plate back.
He puts his feet up on the chair, curls one arm around his knees, and uses his other hand to hold his coffee mug.
I force myself to relax at the sight of his bare feet on the chair like that.
If we’re going to live together in perpetuity, concessions will have to be made.
“About our relationship. If Burt knows, does it matter if everyone else does, too?”
Scarlett stops eating, like she’s thinking carefully about that question. Her eyes and mine meet.