Chapter 8 Scarlett
Scarlett
I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body sore and heavy.
I pulled my leg up towards my chest, pulling the blankets closer to my head only to slow as I settled.
My eyes fluttered open, darkness surrounding me save for the rays of moonlight streaming in through the window.
The middle of the night? I hadn’t been awake in the middle of the night since before I moved here, not unless it was Azrael keeping me up.
I blinked heavily, my eyes falling to the form beside me. My heart skipped, eyes widening when I saw Azrael lying there.
His mouth was parted slightly, his breathing soft, his head turned slightly towards the windows, the blankets pushed down towards his waist.
I lifted my head slowly, still feeling the ache between my thighs. My punishment for challenging him. He brought me to the edge relentlessly, and I had to take it, watching as he got off, feeling him orgasm over and over again, while I was deprived.
He was asleep.
My ghost, my sea, my Hatter, was resting.
It was a sight I didn’t think could ever be possible. I was always the first one asleep and when I woke up in the morning, he was already hard at work. This was…an anomaly.
I swallowed, looking over the blankets we both shared, eyes drifting back to his chest as I slowly pushed myself to a sit to take him in fully.
He was beautiful. Muscular, lean, perfect in every way.
He had never allowed me to feel his chest, to see him without clothes, so this?
I could feel drool pooling in my mouth as I took him in, the moonlight casting pale shadows across him.
He had scars on his chest. Some thick and dark, others thin and light, but the one that drew my eye the most was the upside down cross carved across his sternum.
It mirrored mine, only his was more jagged, darker.
Done out of hatred, not ownership. Some of the scars on his sides, the ones that disappeared onto his back, looked all too familiar.
Someone had lashed him too, and by the way they wrapped around his ribs and waist, I knew that the person holding the whip had simply run out of clear space to lash him on his back, so they moved closer to his sides just to make sure they got every inch of him.
I swallowed, working my jaw, my eyes finding his face again. I didn’t know much about his past, but I knew I wanted to hurt those that left these scars on his skin, even if he had long since forgotten.
I studied his closed eyes before turning back to his chest and lifting my own hand. Had he never let me touch him because of what they had done? Did he not understand that I wouldn’t lash him? That I wouldn’t cut him? Not unless he asked. I could never hurt Azrael, he was my everything.
I flexed my hand and turned back to him, my smile growing. Perhaps I could kill two birds with one stone.
With the silence of a snake, I slowly lifted the blanket and peaked under, finding that he was naked all the way down. I found myself freezing again when the moonlight reflected off something on his cock.
My brows furrowed, the slight twisting in my gut at seeing his naked cock silenced by the curiosity I felt. None of the penises I had seen ever looked like that. How did he do that? Had it hurt? Why would he do it?
I glanced to his face and shook my head. I was wasting time. He was Azrael, I was shocked he hadn’t woken up already, so I needed to be quick with this.
Take what I wanted, prove to him that I wasn’t going to hurt him, all before his eyes opened.
I started moving towards him slowly, carefully, doing my best not to jostle him and keep the blanket in the same place. It was difficult, but not impossible. Training helped immensely.
I slowly swung my leg over him, staying on my knees, my eyes locked on his face without blinking, my heart racing. Now the blanket was tucked behind my butt, my body replacing the warmth around his waist.
This was different. New. I was straddling him. I was on top. I was in control of the most dangerous man in the world.
I felt a smile split my face in two as I glanced back.
Okay, I had never touched a penis before, but I knew how they felt flaccid, and I knew how they felt hard.
I had never guided one into me before either, but I could figure it out, I was sure.
I knew where to put it, I just had to carefully line it up, help it in until he got hard.
He always got hard for me, it wouldn’t take long.
I wrapped my hand around it, feeling those strange bars as I guided it to my already wet cunt.
I lowered my hips down, feeling it touch my entrance, my jaw going slack as I continued to lower myself down, down, down.
I felt him throb and whimpered as he hardened inside of me, sinking deeper.
My eyes fell shut and I turned back around, settling fully on his hips, feeling him throb again and again. I leaned forward, sliding my hands over his stomach, his skin hot, his muscles rigid.
I moved my hips slowly back and forth, shocks of pleasure slithering up my spine, goosebumps spreading everywhere.
The way he filled me up felt so good. The way his skin felt under my fingers felt like what Heaven was described as in the Good Book.
I couldn’t stop the groan that fell from my lips as I moved my hips faster, spreading my knees a little more, forcing him a little deeper.
My eyes opened, staring at where my hands pushed into his stomach as I grinded against him. I wanted him to cum inside me again. I craved the feeling of his cum dripping down my thighs. I craved the feeling of his throbbing cock inside of me. I wanted all of it. I wanted all of him.
I started faster, my lips parting, my body catching fire, my toes curling—
“Try leaning back, little sinner, you may find you like it more.”
My eyes found his, but I was already in the midst of the pleasure he gave me to allow my body to feel shock at his glowing ocean eyes, at his haunting voice.
Without hesitation, I leaned back, grabbing onto his thighs, my knees spreading a little more as my eyes remained locked on his.
I moaned at the new position, at the feeling of his cock, those bars, hitting my clit with every motion I made. I threw my head back, my body buzzing, his warm hands sliding up my thighs, digging into my skin.
I started bouncing a little, grinding, moving back and forth, the feeling building and building until—
I cried out as my end exploded through me in unbelievable waves. I could feel it in every limb, every nerve within me, but as the high died down, I knew he hadn’t finished yet, and just as soon as I realized that, Azrael flipped me over.
Between one blink and the next, I was on my back, my knees up in the air, Azrael between them, looking down on me as if he were some demonic king come back to life.
“Look at you,” he hummed, sliding his hands up my thighs towards my hips, his cock still throbbing inside of me, “brave enough to fuck me while I sleep? How…reckless.”
I was panting, settling into the bed, holding my hands above my head, praying he didn’t notice that they weren’t tied down.
He grabbed my hips and jerked me forward, his cock sinking to its sheath.
I whimpered, arching against the feeling, my sensitive clit pulsing, begging for more.
He slowly released my thighs and leaned over me, placing his hands on either side of my chest, his eyes impossibly bright. “You took what didn’t belong to you, Scarlett, so I’m going to do the same.” His hands were suddenly around my throat, cutting off my oxygen completely.
I gasped, trying to find any air at all, but he had completely cut off my airway. There was no shallow breathing that would get me through this, he took it all.
He spread his knees, locking them behind my thighs, and started slamming into me unforgivingly, his eyes never leaving mine, unblinking, crazed.
Only seconds passed before I reached for his wrists, unable to keep my hands in place. My head started to pound, black spots dancing in my vision, but all I could think was “Harder, more, don’t stop”.
Was I insane?
Insane for him. I was insane for him.
It took an immense amount of strength to force my hands away from his wrists and find his chest, only for his grip to tighten.
He didn’t want me touching him, but he didn’t have a choice. I would do anything for him. He put so many scars on my body, erasing what they did to me, I wanted to return the favor before I fainted.
I wrapped my legs tightly around his hips, locking my ankles together, feeling another orgasm start to crest in the pit of my stomach.
He was pinning me to the bed, but I still had just enough reach to get my hands around his ribs to the outer sides of his back.
I clawed my fingers and stretched to the very ends of who I was to get my hands to his back.
The orgasm erupted through me just as I dug my nails in. I shook and trembled, digging my nails into his flesh and using all my strength to drag them as far down as I could get.
Azrael snarled, going faster, harder. So hard, that I knew I would have deep bruises in the morning.
My limbs started to grow heavy when I pulled my hands back, seeing blood embedded in my nails. A dark fog started growing around the edge of my vision. “I was the last one to put scars on you,” I managed to sign before everything went black.
When I woke up, I immediately knew something was wrong, but I didn’t panic. Panicking was the worst thing to do in scenarios such as these.
Instead, I opened my eyes and looked down, finding that my arms were tied tightly behind my back, my legs tied to the legs of a steel chair, that chair bolted into the ground.
I lifted my eyes to the door directly in front of me and waited, knowing that they were watching me, that one of them would be in any moment now.
Four seconds later, the door opened.
Havoc pushed through, holding the door open for Azrael, who was, once again, fully dressed, a smile pinned to his lips.
I kept my face as expressionless as I could, my body as still as stone. This was the beginning of the last part of my training.
For the next month, I would be tortured, pushed to the brink, forced to do whatever they wanted me to do.
I knew they couldn’t keep me in the chair forever. They couldn’t risk not having me run or stretch, but for now, this is where I was, and I would deal with it as I should.
“It seems we’ve caught a doll,” he hummed as Havoc shut the door behind him. “I do love playing with dolls, don’t you, Havoc?”
Havoc leaned back against the door, watching me carefully as Azrael walked around me, trying to intimidate me, I assumed.
“I do,” he answered, his eyes locked on mine. “I like manipulating them to do as I please.”
“I like cutting them open to see what the manufacturers buried within them,” Azrael sang. He stepped up behind me and leaned forward until his breath disrupted the hair around my ear. “You made me bleed, don’t think I will forget that so easily,” he threatened.
I held up a universal sign that Bishop had taught me weeks ago.
Azrael straightened and I knew he saw it when he chuckled.
“This may be a part of your training, darling, but don’t mistake us for my brothers.
” He appeared in front of me again, holding his cane tightly in his hand.
“We don’t believe in mercy, we don’t believe in withholding our blows. You are their sister, my Claim—”
It was an effort not to react to that because it was the first time he had ever said that out loud.
“—but the only way to make sure you can survive out there is if you survive in here. The Queen of Hearts needs to wrap herself in her armor, stitch it into her skin, weld it to her bones. The only way to earn that armor is to suffer. People are not born with callouses, they earn them, and so shall you. Havoc.”
My eyes shifted back to him.
Havoc pushed away from the wall and pulled out a knife as he stepped up to me. “Let’s start with something easy.”
Cutting me? A month of torture. I had seen what they did to Marla, heard what they had done to so many others, and I was next.
They would bloody me up, hang me, bury me alive, and I was meant to survive it.
There was no question ‘well, what if I don’t’ because I would.
I was going to survive this, and when I was out, I was going to flood the rivers with red, just like Azrael had promised.
“Tick tock goes the clock, the church’s time will come,” I chanted as Havoc cut the ropes. “Tick tock goes the clock, our mission is almost done.”