Chapter 19 #4
“I couldn’t even see your face and yet, I was thinking about you obsessively.
” I capture her face in my bare hand and she allows me to hold her there with gentle fingers.
If I come at her with softness and a gentle touch, will she let me get away with a little more?
Surely it’s more pleasant to yield to affection than aggression.
Could I have her soft and vulnerable, soul exposed, heart bare?
“I love you, Scarlett.” I press my mouth to hers again and then repeat myself in Russian.
“I love you, too,” she whispers, kissing me back.
I’m not sure how we find our way into the bed, but that’s where we end up, tearing our clothes off between kisses. This is one of those moments where the sex is both feelings and physicality. I’m completely struck by the strangled necessity clutching at my throat.
Being inside of Scarlett is something I have to do. It’s imperative.
“Fuck, Alexei,” she moans, pushing my pants down and dragging me to her.
It’s not very exciting or dramatic, the way my cock slides into her.
We’re at the edge of the bed, half-dressed and ruffled, kissing and gyrating.
I try to show her that my hands might be built for sharp violence, but when they’re on my wife, I can be as soft or as hard as she needs me to be. “You remember I’m on my period, right?”
I draw halfway out of her, still holding her but putting enough room between us to see the obscene image of my body connected to hers. There’s bright red on my shaft and it’s getting everywhere. On the joggers hanging off one of her legs. On the white sheets.
The sight of those stains, the metallic scent of it, the same as blood shed in violence, it does me in.
I’m shaken to the very depths of my soul, sucking in a sharp breath and drawing out of Scarlett completely.
I don’t let her go, clutching her ass even tighter and rubbing my dirty cock against her vulva until she squirms. It’s slippery, and the copper tang of her blood hangs in the air.
This is as intimate as it gets, sharing this moment with her.
“I’ve never had a girlfriend, but I’m happy to experience this for the first time with my wife.”
“Dude, stop that. You’re so fucking weird.” Scarlett reaches down, grabbing onto my cock with tight fingers. Her eyes are a challenge as she jerks a slick fist along my sensitive shaft, causing my hips to buck. We’re getting blood everywhere. “Why do you keep talking like that?”
“We could be sharing blood-borne pathogens,” I explain, digging my fingers into Scarlett’s ass cheeks.
My expression is firm and unyielding as I stare down at her.
“Our lives are twisted together, permanently. I would never do this with a woman that I didn’t consider to be my soulmate.
That is why I will continue to talk however I please, why I refuse to hide my emotions or minimize them in any way. ”
I lift my chin, my skin erupting in wild shivers when Scarlett grabs onto my arm with her dirty hand. I can’t breathe. I’m absolutely repulsed and completely in love.
“Don’t stop,” she says, almost like it’s an admission. “Fuck. I never wanted this, Alexei. I never wanted love and romance.”
“I know. That’s why I’m going to be ever so careful with you,” I breathe, kissing her again. She grabs onto my neck, staining my skin with blood. Bites my lip.
“I don’t need you to be careful with me, Mr. Force.” She grabs a handful of my hair with her clean hand and shoves her mouth violently against me, taking control. I let her have it, if that’s what she wants. When I don’t resist, Scarlett ends up drawing back to look at me.
“You don’t need me to. It’s just something that I wanted.” I can taste my own blood on my mouth, this particular stain from Scarlett’s teeth instead of her molten cunt. I want back in. Now. “I want to know every emotion you have, completely unfiltered.”
“You really want to see that?” she asks, and I nod, my mouth in a thin, flat line.
Eyes, brimming. I know she can sense it.
I’m holding nothing back. I have no reason to.
I’m confident in everything, this marriage, our wedding, our ability to survive.
It’ll be close. Our fate rests on a cliff, but I foresee good things.
“All that gooey, squishy shit? It’s fucking disgusting. ”
“I don’t just want it: I’m demanding it.”
The head of my bloody cock presses against Scarlett’s hot hole. With my eyelids drooping, with my tender hands all over her perfect body, I wait to see if she’ll let me in. This is what we’re here for. We both showed up for the intensity and the good inside of each other.
My hips drive forward, knocking our bodies together.
Bohnes has been standing in the bathroom doorway watching us nearly the entire time. Widow and Ash are perched on the sofa, draped like filthy spectators. They’re there, but they’re not right here.
“Okay,” Scarlett says, her voice mildly unsure in a tender, private way. This is just for us, a secret we never share.
It’s certain death replaced with pacts written in ash and ink.
Scarlett comes apart beneath me, one naked bloody woman in a spill of careful monsters. Even if the sex gets rough, the intent is gentle.
“Bend me over and fuck me until I pass out,” Scarlett growls, biting onto my neck and making it hurt. This is her naked self: something wild. Something psycho. “I want to imagine the cold expression you wore on Halloween night, when you killed Bryson.”
Scarlett asks for a mob boss, she gets one.
I flip her over, pinning her against the mattress with a hand between her shoulder blades.
Then I fuck her from behind until she’s clawing at the sheets and screaming, until there’s blood and cum all over our bed.
Filthy. Everything absolutely fucking filthy.
Bohnes, Widow, and Ash join us, adding to the melee and the mess.
After, when the room is dark and the five of us are panting in the silence, Bohnes decides to break it.
“Tomorrow is more than a wedding. It’s a battle we need to win to make the war easier.”
“If Chet or Jonas were able to ruin our wedding, the family would be very displeased,” I agree, smelling sex and blood, this metallic tang that reminds me the entire room needs to be cleaned. I’m quivering with the effort to stay where I am, Scarlett’s warm body curled up against me.