Chapter 18 #2
“This is your last chance, Scarlett,” he says, voice tight but loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. “Come with me now and we can put all of this behind us. Go back to the life we had before you left. But if I walk out that door without you… we’re done.”
Scarlett looks at me first. I meet her gaze, keeping my face steady even though every part of me wants to drag Ethan out by his throat. I already know what she’s going to say.
Then she looks at her friends, then her parents. Finally, she turns back to Ethan.
“There isn’t even a choice to make,” she says, voice steady and clear. “I haven’t wanted you since the night I walked out of that house. We’re already done. I made my choice the second I left. And it wasn’t you.”
Ethan’s face goes pale, then flushes dark red with anger and humiliation. He stares at her for a long moment, jaw clenched so tight it looks painful. Then he nods once, without another word, he turns and walks out of Perdition, the door slamming shut behind him.
The second he’s gone, the tension in the room finally breaks.
Before Scarlett can even process it, I turn to her, grab the back of her neck, and pull her into me. My mouth crashes down on hers in a deep, possessive kiss that steals the breath from both of us.
She doesn’t hesitate. She kisses me back just as hard, her hands fisting in the front of my cut as I claim her right there in the middle of the bar.
The kiss is rough and intense, full of everything we’ve been holding back.
It’s not soft or careful. It’s a statement to not only her, but everyone in here.
When I finally pull back, I rest my forehead against hers, breathing hard. My hand stays on the back of her neck, thumb brushing over her skin.
The bar erupts around us, whistles, cheers, and someone (probably Tessa) yelling “Finally!” but I barely hear any of it. All I can focus on is her.
“You okay?” I murmur, voice rough.
She nods, still a little dazed from the kiss. “Yeah,” she whispers. “I’m okay.”
Later that night, I take Scarlett back to my place on the compound.
We could’ve gone to her parents’ house, but after everything that happened with Ethan at Perdition, neither of us wanted to deal with that tonight.
Piston might be starting to accept us, but walking into that house after the night we just had wasn’t happening.
My house is more private, and right now, I need her alone.
The second we step inside and I lock the door behind us, Scarlett doesn’t say a word.
She just walks over to the small speaker on the counter, picks up her phone, and scrolls for a second before music starts playing, something low, slow, and heavy with bass.
The kind of song that makes the air feel thicker.
She turns to face me, eyes dark and full of something wicked.
I’m still standing near the door when she starts walking toward me, slow and deliberate. She’s still in the black dress she wore to Perdition, the one that hugs every curve and rides up her thighs when she moves. My cock is already half-hard just from watching her.
Scarlett stops right in front of me, close enough that I can smell her perfume mixed with the faint trace of smoke and beer from the bar.
She places both hands on my chest and gently pushes me backward until the backs of my knees hit the couch.
I drop down onto it without argument, spreading my legs a little as I look up at her.
She smiles, slow and filthy, then starts to move.
The music pulses through the room as she sways her hips, rolling them in slow, deliberate circles.
She runs her hands down her own body, over her tits, down her waist, and over the curve of her ass.
Then she turns around, giving me her back, and bends forward slightly as she grinds her ass in the air, the dress riding up enough to show the bottom curve of her cheeks.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
Scarlett glances over her shoulder at me with a smirk, then slowly lowers herself onto my lap, straddling me backward at first. She rolls her hips, grinding her ass against my cock through my jeans.
I’m already rock hard, and she can feel it.
She lets out a soft, satisfied sound as she presses down harder, rubbing herself against me in slow, teasing circles.
I grip her hips, fingers digging into the fabric of her dress as she keeps moving.
She leans back against my chest, reaching up to wrap one arm around the back of my neck while her other hand slides down between her own legs.
Even through the dress, I can tell she’s touching herself as she grinds on me. “Scarlett…” My voice comes out rough.
She doesn’t answer with words. Instead, she stands up again, turns around to face me, and climbs back onto my lap, this time straddling me properly.
She hikes her dress up around her hips so she can spread her thighs wider, then starts rolling her hips again, grinding her pussy against the hard bulge in my jeans.
I can feel how hot she is even through the layers of clothing. Her panties are already damp. She keeps moving, slow and filthy, dragging her clit against me with every roll of her hips while her tits bounce right in front of my face.
I reach up and pull the straps of her dress down, freeing her breasts. They spill out and I immediately lean forward, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth while my hands grip her ass, guiding her movements as she grinds on me.
Scarlett moans, tilting her head back as she rides my lap. Her hands slide into my hair, holding me against her chest while she keeps moving. The music is still playing, but all I can hear is the sound of her breathing getting heavier and the wet sound of her pussy grinding against my jeans.
“Take your cock out,” she breathes, voice husky. “I want to feel you.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I reach between us, unbuckle my belt, and shove my jeans and boxers down just enough to free my cock.
It springs up, thick and leaking, slapping against her soaked panties.
Scarlett doesn’t waste any time. She reaches down, pulls her panties to the side, and sinks down onto me in one slow, smooth motion.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, head falling back against the couch as her tight, wet heat swallows every inch of me.
Scarlett moans loudly, her hands braced on my shoulders as she starts riding me properly now not just grinding, but lifting up and slamming back down, taking me deep with every thrust. Her tits bounce in my face and I lean forward again, sucking and biting at her nipples while she fucks herself on my cock.
The music keeps playing in the background, but it’s drowned out by the wet slap of skin and her breathy moans every time she drops down and takes me to the hilt.
I grip her ass hard, helping her move faster, slamming up into her every time she comes down. She’s soaking wet, dripping down my cock and onto my thighs, and I can feel her starting to clench around me.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl against her skin. “Ride my cock. Take what you need.”
Scarlett’s moans get louder, more desperate.
She rides me harder, chasing her orgasm until her whole body starts to shake.
She comes with a broken cry, pussy clamping down around me so tight I see stars.
I keep fucking up into her through it, drawing it out until she’s trembling and whimpering in my lap.
I’m right behind her.
I bury myself deep one last time and come hard, groaning against her chest as I fill her up, pulse after pulse until I’m completely spent.
Scarlett collapses against me, breathing hard, her forehead pressed to mine. I wrap my arms around her and hold her there, still buried inside her, as the music continues to play softly around us.
I don’t give her a chance to catch her breath for long.
Still buried inside her, I grip her ass with both hands and stand up from the couch, lifting her with me.
Scarlett lets out a surprised little sound and wraps her legs around my waist, arms looping around my neck as I carry her down the short hallway toward my bedroom.
My cock is still hard, still twitching inside her with every step, and she clenches around me like she’s trying to keep me there.
The bedroom is dark except for the faint glow from the hallway light.
I kick the door shut behind us and walk straight to the bed, dropping her onto the mattress without warning.
She bounces once, dress still bunched around her waist, tits out, and her soaked panties pushed to the side.
She looks wrecked already, hair messy, lips swollen, eyes dark with lust.
I strip off the rest of my clothes in seconds, then crawl over her, caging her in with my arms.
“On your stomach,” I order, voice rough.
Scarlett doesn’t argue. She rolls over, pushing up onto her knees and arching her back, presenting that perfect ass to me. I grab her hips and yank her back toward the edge of the bed, then reach down and rip her panties the rest of the way off, tossing them somewhere behind me.
I run my hand over her ass, squeezing hard before I slide two fingers through her folds. She’s still dripping, my cum and her own slick mixed together, coating her thighs. I push my fingers inside her without warning, fucking her with them a few times just to hear her moan.
“Still so fucking wet for me,” I growl. “You like being used like this, Princess?”
“Yes,” she breathes, pushing back against my hand. “Rook… please.”
I pull my fingers out and line my cock up with her entrance, then slam into her in one hard thrust. Scarlett cries out, fingers twisting in the sheets as I bottom out inside her.
I don’t give her time to adjust. I start fucking her hard and deep, hips snapping forward, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.
I reach forward and grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as I pound into her. My other hand grips her hip hard enough to leave bruises, holding her in place while I take what I want.