Chapter 25 Scarlett #2
I could handle this. I could, I was sure of it.
“Are you worried about them raping me?” I finally asked, knowing it was at the forefront of his mind just as it had been in mine.
It had to be. It was at the forefront of everyone else’s, and while I knew his mind was not the same as theirs, how couldn’t it have been when that’s all they were thinking about?
His expression hardened. “You are mine.”
His tone was so threatening, so…evil, it sent shivers down my spine, but didn’t he know? He had to have known.
“I’m scared too,” I confessed for the first time since the doubts first started to arise.
Tears burned my eyes. “Of course, I’m scared.
I don’t want anyone touching me ever again.
Not even for our mission, but I know this will help.
It has to help, right? We need this information.
” My brows pulled together as I searched his eyes for any answer. “Don’t we?”
His hand eased around my throat, his eyes widening ever so slightly before they filled with that look again. That unfamiliar look. “Stay,” he told me, his voice a bare whisper.
Just one word.
One very simple, very weighted word.
Stay.
And it was like a weight lifted off my shoulders.
When I first told him I wanted to go, I was serious.
Whatever the cost to me, I wanted to go.
I wanted to help, to do what I could to end this mission.
To end the church, but with all the information we had gotten these last few months, with how the churches reacted, closing all the branches.
There wasn’t a point to it. I held my ground because I didn’t want to disappoint him, but I was terrified.
Terrified of what they would do once they had the Chosen One back in their greedy hands.
Azrael didn’t want me to go, and I was nothing if I wasn’t obedient to my Hatter.
I slid into his lap until our hips met, his cock throbbing just to the left of my cunt, teasing. Slowly, I slid my fingers up over his jaw, his eyes widening and then softening, his hand tightening around my neck.
I continued to slide both hands up either side of his face, over his cheeks, back towards his hairline until my fingers brushed by his hair, his nails digging into my skin.
I forced myself closer, his hand cutting off my oxygen as if he were fighting it; fighting me. My lips parted as they inched closer to his, my heart slamming against my ribs as his hand pushed back against my neck and my hands threaded into his hair, gripping into it, nails digging into his scalp.
Suddenly, I felt no pain. I felt no worry, no fear, no anger or irritation, I only felt him.
I shoved my hips down, straightening my spine until my head was tilted down and his was tilted up, a sharp smile splitting my face in two.
His eyes slowly opened, finding mine, his pupils so wide, I could see only a rim of ocean blue behind the spots dancing in my own.
“Don’t mistake this for you being in control,” Azrael hummed viciously. “My chains are always wrapped around you, sinning doll. You will always be my. Little. Puppet.”
A thread of a thought slammed into my head, but I was too close to him to follow it down the rabbit hole. I wanted him inside me more than I wanted to fall.
I laughed lightly before slamming my lips against his, rolling my hips against his, feeling his cock throb, begging for me.
I loved kissing him. I loved the way his lips worked fiercely against mine. The way his tongue swallowed me whole. I loved the way he bit my lip, the way he pulled me closer, the way his hips bucked up as if he couldn’t help himself.
As if he were losing control.
Because of me.
I moaned into his mouth, releasing his hair just to reach down between his legs, unbutton and unzip his pants, and reach in to pull his rock hard cock out.
His entire body shivered at my touch, but I barely reveled. I was so desperate for him, I straightened, lined myself up with him, and dropped right down onto him without waiting or easing myself into it.
I ripped my mouth from his, crying out, both of us panting, shaking, as my cunt slowly stretched, relaxing around him.
One hand found his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my fingertips as his left hand inched its way up my thigh, pushing my dress away, squeezing, teasing.
I threaded my other hand up into the hair at the back of his head, gripped into his, and ripped his head back, my smile growing again.
A deep, dark chuckle fell from his lips as he swallowed, his hands tightening, digging. “You’re enjoying this, Scarlett.”
I nodded, lifting myself up and falling back onto him, a shockwave of pleasure falling through us both.
He released my neck and slid his hand up my other thigh. “Let me guide you,” he hummed.
I allowed myself to relax, my legs spreading a little more, sinking me deeper onto him, my eyes rolling.
With a slight bit of pressure, he implored me to slide my hips back.
I followed his instruction, moving my hips back and forth, starting a grinding motion, feeling his cock, his bars, hitting my clit with every motion.
My eyes rolled as the electric butterflies erupted through me, my grip on his hair easing, my grip tightening into his shirt.
“That’s it, my needy Queen of Hearts. No one will touch you besides me.
No one will make you feel like I do,” he hummed in a deep, raspy voice.
“That’s the power you have. The only power you will ever—” He groaned as I moved my hips faster, harder.
“—need.” He shuddered, his hands sliding around my ass as mine slid around his neck.
“Azrael Thorin’s wife, that’s power or have you forgotten? ”
I shook my head, feeling my entire body brimming with energy, my mind spinning, my lungs freezing.
“I am your husband, and you have the three most powerful men I know standing behind you,” he went on breathlessly. “Your family runs this world, little sinner, and they are yours to command. You are above them, better than them, a goddess among mortals.”
I whimpered, sweat beading on my brow, my nails digging into the back of his neck as I pushed myself faster, harder, the feeling building and building in sparks and flashes of euphoric light until—
I cried out, slamming down onto him, my body shaking and shuddering as the orgasm ripped through me.
“You’re not done,” Azrael sang and forced me to keep going, every thrust another spark of pleasure, everything now overly sensitive and craving more.
I hung onto him as he used me like his own personal toy, jutting his hips up, pulling me forward and down over and over and over again, his touch bruising, his snarls sending me into orbit.
I could feel another orgasm reaching its peak and immediately leaned forward, sinking my teeth into his neck like I had done the day I had finished my training.
He groaned, wrapping a hand into my hair and holding me there tightly.
Blood burst into my mouth as I moved my hips faster, sucking at him tightly, his hands tightening, his body tensing, and just as another orgasm ripped through me, his slammed through him, and once again, I felt the chain wrap around us both.
A shackle welded around both of our necks as permanent as the bracelets we wore.
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My eyes flashed open, heart racing, sweat covering my skin.
I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, strands of my hair sticking to the back of my neck, a shiver shaking through me.
After rubbing my eyes, I forced my hands down, blinking the sleep away to look around the room.
We were in Emily’s temporary room. While Azrael and I watched our movie, the Blackheart brothers, and Greyson, had redecorated one of the rooms exactly how Emily would have liked it.
There was a Christmas tree filled with purple and green lights, black ribbon, lots of sparkles, and skulls in the corner. The rest of the room matched the theme.
We had retired here after the movies and had all fallen asleep in the bed.
I couldn’t remember what I had been dreaming about, in fact, the only thing on my mind right now was to get to Azrael, but I was in the very middle of the bed, being the smallest of them all. My blankets were pushed to my waist, and it looked like I had tried to get out of bed before waking up.
I glanced over the three women quickly, making sure they were all still sound asleep, before making my way out of the bed, out of the room, and to our bedroom.
When Azrael wasn’t in bed, I headed for the office, yawning and rubbing my eyes, my lacey red nightgown flowing around me. I was so tired, Azrael’s name buzzing around my mind, his face the only thing occupying it.
Azrael.
Azrael.
Azrael.
I opened the office door, heading straight for his desk, only to slow when I saw his arm up as if he knew exactly what I needed.
His eyes lifted from the screen a moment later and found mine, pausing himself. “Little sinner,” he said quietly, lowering his arm. “You should be sleeping.”
I slowly walked over to his side of the desk. “I think I had a nightmare,” I explained, my signing soft and sloppy.
He turned away from his screen, his eyes drifting over me slowly before finding my eyes again. “Do you remember it?” he asked, his voice a soft hum in the silent castle.
I shook my head, feeling my eyes burn and my throat close.
I swallowed, feeling my bottom lip start to tremble.
“I think Mr. Bastrom was there,” I signed, my hands shaking.
“And I think he…raped me.” I inhaled sharply, bits and pieces of the nightmare suddenly flashing through my mind.
“And I screamed for you and you didn’t come. ”
He watched me for another two seconds before he stood and held out his hand to me.
I instantly slid my hand in his, searching his eyes for the solid ground he had given me so long ago.
“Well, then we know it’s a nightmare, don’t we?
” he purred, stepping closer. “I found you before we ever met, Scarlett,” he went on, gently taking my left hand and guiding it to my hip, holding it a foot or so away from it before releasing it and folding his right arm behind him, “and I’ll haunt you long after the world turns to dust.” He pulled me closer, flattening his left hand against my right only to pull it away an inch.
“If you call, I will find you. Wherever you end up.”
I couldn’t look away from his eyes, how dark they were, how…soft.
“Follow me,” he instructed softly and took his first step.
It was difficult, the first few steps, but I had been trained to study movement, to mirror it in order to be the best fighter I could be, and dancing had been somewhat incorporated into our fighting.
However this? It wasn’t like the moves we had learned in the beginning of my training.
These steps we took were long and beautiful.
Teasing and taunting as we danced to nothing but the silence.
After several minutes, he finally closed the distance between our hands, taking mine and pushing me away only to spin me around and gently pull me back in.
My hand instantly found his chest, but then we kept falling, his hand sliding around my waist, his body folding over mine as my knee lifted into the air, pressing against his hip, my hair falling from my shoulders.
I felt breathless, weightless, as he held me, suspended in air, his eyes flicking to my lips and back, the entire world watching.
He gave me the softest, warmest smile before he pulled me up slowly and we began dancing again.
Azrael held me close, his hand sliding to the small of my back, his other holding onto mine gently but securely. He searched my eyes as we continued the steps, the world disappearing all around us.
This felt…more. It felt more intimate than anything I had experienced with him so far. It felt deeper, heavier, warmer than anything else.
I felt truly powerful now. I felt as if I could do anything. Survive anything. Become anything I wanted. So long as he never stopped looking at me like that.
“I’ve pushed them away all my life because I don’t need them feeling guilty or grateful for the things I gave up to keep them near,” Azrael began softly. “I have given them all names not for them, but for me. As a reminder of the things I fought to save while in the darkest depths of this world.”
My eyes filled again as his widened. It was as if he were trying to cling to me. Not physically, but mentally.
“I would gladly face a lifetime in that asylum trying to save them again if it meant that I could find you in the end. What have you done to me, Scarlett? What have you done?”
I swallowed at his question, at the heavy whisper of his words, but I knew it wasn’t real. He was asking himself, not me, what I had done to him. It wasn’t mine to answer. So instead, I leaned back enough to sloppily sign with one hand, “Do you have nightmares?”
One corner of his lips flicked up. “Darling, you are the only dream I’ve experienced in this lifetime.”
“How do you survive them?” I asked just as sloppily before placing my hand back on his shoulder.
“I remind myself that fear is a limitation that I refuse to bow to. They will not hurt you, Scarlett, because you will not let them. You are not the same girl you were a year ago. You are a snake, slithering daringly through the brush, silent, watchful, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Your nightmares will never change that.”
I searched his eyes, furrowing my own. “You never answered my question the other day. Are we in love, Azrael?”
Our dancing slowed to a stop, his heartbeat picking up.
His hand flexing around mine and his expression slowly hardened.
He suddenly released me completely only to grab my chin and tilt my head up, revealing the beautiful necklace he had gifted me.
“We are above all, my darling sinning doll, even love.”