35. Scarlett
THIRTY-FIVE
SCARLETT
The hot water pelts down from the rainfall showerhead, and the wall jets, on my exhausted body, as Xavier's wide, muscular chest leans flush against my back.
His hands run along the surface of my abdomen, painting the most exquisite, sensual shapes that have me moaning as I lean my head against his shoulder.
"Are you sore, Spitfire?” His voice rumbles next to my ear, and causes goosebumps to break out along my skin, despite the heat in the shower stall.
My core clenches as his fingers temptingly skate over my swollen pussy lips.
"Does it really matter if I am? It won't stop you.
" I feel his naughty grin pressed against the side of my head in answer.
We've been fucking for what seems like endless hours.
He's taken me in so many positions all over his loft, and filled all my holes until I was bursting with his cum, and we were a sticky, sweaty mess.
That's how we ended up in the shower together, a reprieve I thought, but based on how his thumb is stroking my clit, I guess not.
"How's your throat?" He questions, and I can hear how he's struggling to stifle his laugh as I smack his arm with amusement.
The savage deep-throated me over and over until I almost passed out, and my voice still sounds croaky.
He kisses the corner of my eye, one hand sliding upwards to cradle and play with my abused, swollen nipples, the other's fingers parting my pussy lips, a digit stroking over my entrance, before it slips inside and thrusts leisurely.
His hard cock presses against my lower back, as he begins nibbling where my neck meets my collarbone. "Do you want me to stop?"
His question amuses me. I think we both know, if I said no, I would be lying.
My wetness coating his finger confirms that, as does the stirring of an orgasm already rising within me.
Either way, the point is moot. I don't have the desire to say no to him at this point.
I can't seem to get my fill of him anymore than he can of me.
I rise on the tips of my toes and thrust my ass against his straining cock, and he pushes forward, the hard, velvety flesh nestling between my asscheeks.
He pulls back and thrusts, eliciting a moan from my lips, before sliding inside of me and burying himself to the hilt.
"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock, Spitfire. "
Words seem to escape my overstimulated mind, and all I can do is whimper as he pushes me forward against the tiled wall, bends me over, and presses the side of my face flat against the slick tiles with his ruthless, demanding hold on my hair, as he pounds inside of my pussy like a man possessed.
My hands rise, digging into the tile for purchase that doesn't exist, as our skin slaps harshly, fighting for dominance over the sound of the water.
There's never any gentleness with Xavier.
I'm not sure if he's even capable of it.
It's as if there's an urgent need bursting within him to fill every part of me, to taint me with himself so that I'm forever changed, forever marked as his.
We are in our own heated cocoon, the water adding another element to our hedonism, and I'm lost to all the sensations as my orgasm begins to rise across my limbs, my eyes lower to half-mast, my legs trembling, and my mouth widening on a scream, as water chokes me.
"That's it, baby, strangle and milk my cock," he groans.
One second he's inside of me, and I'm getting ready to explode.
The next, the glass door is slamming open and shattering, and he's being ripped away from me, just as my orgasm begins to crest. My eyes almost bug out of my skull as I watch a large, clothed arm wrap around Xavier's neck and yank him out of the shower, as he slips and slides to keep his feet.
A scream tears from my lips, as I turn around and try to grab him, but it's too late.
He's fighting off his attacker, who's grappling with him, both of them now on the floor.
Items crash and break around them as they exchange heavy blows, Xavier's naked, wet form struggling, and for a moment my brain can't rationalize who his attacker is, and then I realize with panic that it's a furious Jasper. "JASPER! OH MY GOD! STOP!"
Blow after blow is exchanged, blood being smeared across their flesh, as neither of them hesitates in attempting to demolish the other.
I try to push my way between them to stop them, but one of them shoves me hard out of the way, and I end up falling and slamming into what's left of the shattered shower door.
The sharp shards cut through my wet skin with blinding pain, and I watch, almost in a daze, as droplets of ruby red blood slide down my arms and side.
"I FUCKING WARNED YOU, CUNT! I TOLD YOU WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU TOUCHED HER AGAIN!" Jasper shouts, a manic look on his face, as he wraps his hands around Xavier's throat, and attempts to choke the life out of him.
"Jasper!" I force myself to take a step forward, more glass piercing the soles of my bare feet from the chaos around us. A chill settles over my body as neither one listens to me, and they continue to fight like two aggressive gorillas. "PLEASE STOP!"
"She's mine! You think you can come in here and try to take her from me?" Xavier snarls as he manages to break Jasper's hold, and thrusts his fist in his face, once, twice, three times, as blood pours from Jasper's mouth.
Jasper spits blood at Xavier's eyes, momentarily blinding him, and he stumbles back, swiping at his face. Both men are breathing harshly, their bodies radiating with rage.
Get out of here, sweet darling. It's no longer safe. Go, now!
I'm so startled by the voice in my head that I almost fall, and a wave of dizziness assails me. It's as if my body is being controlled by an outside force. I watch myself hugging the bathroom walls, trying to make it to the exit, before I catch myself and stop my momentum. "NO, I WON'T LEAVE THEM!"
"Jesus fucking Christ, Scarlett! You're bleeding!
" Jasper darts toward me, his features filled with terror, and his skin as white as snow.
He reaches for me, his eyes locked on my side, and at first it's on the tip of my tongue to tell him the blood is not mine, but suddenly a sharp pain has me staring downward, and that's when I see the large glass shard sticking out of my skin.
My head spins as my fingers go to yank on it, but Jasper reaches me first, stilling my hand.
"Don't! We don't know how deep it's embedded. "
The world around me begins to buzz as my head spins once more, a furious rage soaring up inside of me, and I know with certainty it's her.
Ashmaker. She's ready to wage war on both of them because we're hurt.
I stumble forward, Jasper's hands grabbing my arms and steadying me.
"Scarlett! Scarlett, look at me!" He commands, but it sounds like it's coming down a long tunnel.
My panicked gaze moves over his shoulder to meet Xavier's, his blue-gray eyes wide with fright.
"Spitfire, don't move!" The buzzing gets louder and louder in my head, and before I know what I'm doing, I reach out and grasp a long shard that's still semi-attached to the broken door frame.
The piece slides through my fingers, cutting through my flesh, but it's as if I'm completely numb and can't feel anything.
My hand strikes out in the direction of Jasper's neck but Xavier shoves hard into him, pushing him out of the way, and I miss by mere centimeters.
"Scarlett, what the fuck!" I hear Jasper's loud baritone voice, but I can't seem to get control of myself. I strike out once again, this time aiming for Xavier.
"Fuck! She's lost control. Help me get that away from her, cunt, before she does something she can't live with," Xavier growls, as he slides across the glass-littered floor, and tries to evade my next thrust.
"I WON'T LET YOU HURT HER!" My voice echoes across the room, but it's not me controlling it. It's not my words leaving my mouth. It's her.
"What the fuck is happening here?! What is happening to her?
!" Jasper shouts as he manages to get behind me, and attempts to grab the glass from my bleeding fingers.
I'm watching all of it as if I'm not inside of my body, but observing through a sheer curtain, the image a little muted, and I realize she's pushed through, in perceived danger. She's trying to protect me from them.
"We need to make sure she doesn't hurt herself.
" Xavier dives for my knees, at the same time Jasper manages to wrestle my arm behind me, his punishing grip on my wrist threatening to shatter it, if I don't release my hold on the glass.
I feel the searing sting in my fingers from the shard cutting through my tissue, and the deep bite of the piece lodged in my side, as I crash down and Xavier uses his body to cushion my fall, while Jasper uses his other hand to cradle the back of my head.
Still, I refuse to loosen my hold on my only means of protection, my heart thundering in my chest, and my blood rushing loudly in my ears.
Can't let them hurt us. Won't let them hurt us. Kill them both.
"I've got you, Spitfire. No one is going to hurt you, I promise!" His frantic voice finally unlocks something inside of my anguished mental state, and I relinquish my hold on the glass, as my breath wheezes out of me.
"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL JUST HAPPENED!" Jasper demands as he throws the glass across the room, his face leaning towards me, his midnight blue eyes wild.