27. Scarlett #2
He uses his fingers to open me up to his eager mouth, before slipping his tongue between my pussy lips and licking me from clit to asshole.
My head falls back, a whimper too loud to my ears filling the space, as he thrusts his tongue inside of my tight hole, and eats me like a starved man.
Hoarse moans are ripped from me, and I feel myself struggling to take a deep breath as he hums against my swollen flesh, sending mind-blowing vibrations through my core.
My legs turn to jelly, and I have to grasp the counter for dear life or fall, and right now there is no way I'm risking him stopping.
The orgasm begins to storm past my tired defenses, despite how sore I am, and has electrical currents shooting down all my nerve endings, my body straining and clenching as he thrusts two fingers deep inside my core, and sucks hard on my clit.
"JASPER!" I scream his name as my fingers dig into his thick, dark hair without mercy, and I explode on his mouth.
My wetness gushes out of me as shockwaves take my very breath away.
"That's a good girl. Give it all to me, Scarlett. Show me how much my pussy missed me and wants to be reclaimed." This man and his prime dirty talk. Holy shit. I bet I could come again just from hearing him say dirty things to me.
His glance bores into mine, filled with seductive heat, and the promises of more to come.
I stare into his eyes, two dark, midnight pools I would gladly allow myself to drown in.
He pulls away with a knowing smirk, my juices painted across his swollen lips, and streaking down his chin, as he rises to his feet, leans down, and kisses me, so that I get a taste of my musky, sweet flavor.
He pulls back and directs my languid body toward the running shower, and just before I make it past the glass door, he swats my ass hard, and makes me jump out of my skin.
The sting heats quickly, and I rub at it with a narrowed questioning glance in his direction.
"That's for being a naughty girl and letting someone else fuck you, Scarlett. Our conversation is not over by a fucking long shot, but you need to realize that I'm not going anywhere, and we're not going back to the way things were before."
He walks out the bathroom door like he didn't just rip out my heart, and mend it all back together with his words. I move into the shower, a grin painted across my face as I allow the hot water to pelt me.
I'm jolted out of the memory as my stomach cramps again, and a burning sensation on my thigh catches my attention.
What the fuck is that? I question, as I rub down my aching flesh and feel roughness and pain.
I lift my aching leg so that I can see what's on my flesh that's causing the sensation, and that's when I get a glimpse of angry red cuts along its surface, but I can't get a great look at it in my position, despite my sleep shorts riding up.
I force myself to my feet, swaying a bit, and having to hold onto the wall as I make my way to the counter, and the large mirror.
My hands tremble as I knock items off the counter, and they go crashing to the floor with a loud bang.
"Fucking hell!" Bruises, fingerprints, lash marks, and tooth imprints litter my skin, as if I've been through a war.
My eyes trail down my abdomen, to the bite mark right above my mound that's angry and swollen, and I flinch as I allow my fingertips to grace it.
Xavier Poine is a goddamn savage animal.
If I ever see him again, he's going to regret it.
A part of me hopes Jasper knocks out his teeth, while the other part, that refuses to lie to myself, knows I enjoyed every mark that graces my skin when he was giving them to me.
It's only now in the aftermath that I'm having regrets.
My head spins again with grogginess, and I'm totally regretting crushing those three sleeping pills and taking them now.
I was just so frightened that I would do something in a daze, or leave and not know where I had been.
The sleeping pills seemed like the best alternative to stop myself and keep me home, especially after Jasper got called in to the office and had to leave me, after holding me tightly in his arms in my bed and making me feel safe.
I almost asked him to stay, but at the last second I refused to give in to my neediness.
"Fuck, what time is it?" I groan and turn sideways, reaching for my watch on the counter, but the angry red marks on the side of my thigh catch my eye, and halt my movements.
What I thought might have just been scratches, from mine and Xavier's rough play, are more than that.
"What the ever-loving fuck?!" I screech, as I turn to get a better look at what's been carved into my flesh in harsh strokes in the mirror.
'ASHMAKER' is written in jagged, red lines on my skin that's hot to the touch.
I meet my glance in the mirror, my frightened, brown eyes staring back at me with panic.
"Nonononono, fuck!" I race out of the bathroom on shaky legs, and search for my phone in my bedroom, almost dropping it when I find it, with how badly my hands are shaking.
When I manage to unlock the screen, after a few nerve-wracking attempts, a message is waiting for me in my notes app, and it's the first thing I see.
You need to remember what you've done, and who you are.
You're stronger and braver than anyone I've ever met.
You are my everything, my very reason to breathe.
Together we will cleanse this city.
I'm waiting for you, Ashmaker. You and I belong to each other.
"Who did this?" I question in a whisper, but something inside of me tells me I already know the answer. A sharp memory of a dark figure in all black, with a skull mask, standing in front of me, sears through my mind, forcing me down to my knees as I clutch my head in pain.
I watch mesmerized as he pushes back his dark hoodie, revealing strands of almost white hair, and pale flesh that seems almost translucent and otherworldly.
My breath halts as he removes the mask, exposing all of his distinct facial features.
In front of me stands Xavier Poine, with the wickedest smile I've ever seen, his blue-gray eyes twinkling in the dim light.
As I turn away from him, fear clawing at my throat, a reflection in a dirty window catches my attention, and staring back at me is an image of me, dressed in all black, with blood splattered across my face, neck, and clothes, my dark hair plaited, and my eyes too wide and distant, as if they belong to someone else.
On the ground to our side, something is burning, the flames rising higher and higher.
They're so realistic that I swear I can hear their crackling, and feel the heat wafting off of them.
"No! This can't be... No, this is a nightmare...
I'm not... awake!" I scream into my empty home, but as I frantically look around, I see all of my things neatly placed.
My hand reaches up towards my hair, only to realize that it's plaited tightly like it was in the image.
The ache from my thigh forces my glance back at my ruined flesh, as my hands shake and panic engulfs me.
I'm still grasping the phone tightly, as tears slide down my face like a river, soaking into the cami I'm wearing.
How could this be? The phone crashes to the floor with a bang, and my legs give out next as I crumple, hitting the hardwood with a loud thump.
My chest is so tight that I can't get a single gulp of air down my throat, and I grasp at my throat with desperation.
My heart feels like it's trying to rip itself out of my chest, as my vision begins to spot and darken.
Hello, Scarlett. It's time we finally meet and become one. I've waited so patiently for you to discover who you are.
A soft voice calls, and I realize with horror it's coming from inside my head. I gasp, ripping at my chest and neck, my nails shattering in my terror, and tearing my flesh open with a sharp pain before darkness takes me.
My last outlandish thought is that I am Ashmaker. Even though that's not possible, and makes no sense. I can't be... can I? What the fuck have I done?