Chapter 7 - Bruno
Bruno
My bike hums under me, and the wind whips across my face, the fresh, salty air stinging my eyelids. It’s good to be on the road again, but I’m impatient to get back to the clubhouse.
We’re heading back down the coast, and I’m going faster than I should, speeding to get back to Scarlett. It’s agony being away from her, from her ripe lips and dark eyes.
Even in prison the days never felt this long.
We pull into the clubhouse and I’m off my bike like a rocket. It’s dark already, and I hope Lily’s been keeping her entertained like I asked.
I take the stairs two at a time and find them in the TV room laughing over some old sitcom. Scarlett’s got her ankle resting on the coffee table next to an empty plate of food.
My restless heart settles a little bit. She’s been looked after, and I’m thankful for that.
On the TV, a woman with blonde hair sings about a smelly cat, and Lily and Scarlett crack up laughing. Her neck tilts back, showing off her delicate skin.
Scarlett was beautiful when she was feisty, but when she laughs, she looks like a fucking angel.
She must feel my eyes on her because she turns to the door. Her smile widens when she sees me, and knowing that she’s happy to see me sends a jolt to my heart.
“Anyone give you trouble today?”
She shakes her head. “I’ve been fed and entertained and given hot chocolate to drink…”
“Good. Thanks, Lily, for keeping Scarlett company.”
Lily rolls her eyes at me. She’s the only person who can get away with that. “You make it sound like a chore, Dad.”
Lily stands up and yawns and makes her excuses to leave, and a few moments later, I’m alone with Scarlett.
“How’s the ankle?”
I crouch next to her, and she smells like flowers and leather—her bodywash combined with my cut—and it’s a heady mix that makes my dick lengthen.
“It feels better.”
It’s been wrapped up in a bandage. Gina’s handiwork, I’d guess.
She shuffles forward in the chair to stand up, but before she can, I scoop her into my arms.
“I can walk, you know,” she says indignantly.
But she snuggles into my chest and doesn’t put up a fight as I carry her back to our room. I don’t live at the clubhouse, but this room’s mine whenever I need it.
Lily must have lent Scarlett some clothes because she’s in a different t-shirt under my cut and she smells fresh, like she had a shower.
“They’ve been looking after you all right?”
“For a prisoner, yeah. Gina’s a sweetheart, and Lily’s a lot of fun.”
My brow furrows at the reminder that Scarlett is here against her will. But the way she’s clinging onto my neck gives me hope that she wants to be here.
We reach the room, and I set her down on the end of the bed. Lily’s left out an oversized t-shirt for her to wear to bed and I hand it to her.
“You can change in the bathroom. I won’t look.”
There’s a flicker of disappointment in her eyes. But even though I’m aching to claim Scarlett, I won’t do that until I know she wants me the way I want her: forever.
When she comes out of the bathroom, the over-sized shirt is clinging to her breasts and rides halfway up her thighs.
Blood thunders in my veins as my eyes rove over her body and come to rest on her lips. She’s biting her lower lip, creating teeth marks on the delicate skin. I turn away before I do something that turns me into the brute she fears.
“You take the bed, honey.” My voice is gravelly as I saunter over to the armchair.
“Where will you sleep?” She sticks her lip out like a petulant child, making my cock jump in my pants.
“I’ll sleep right here.” I tap a hand on the back of the armchair. It’s too low and my back will ache in the morning, but I don’t tell Scarlett that. “Where I can watch over you.”
She fiddles with the bottom of her t-shirt. “You can sleep in the bed with me if you want.”
Fuck. A growl escapes my lips and my cock pushes against my zipper. She’s the picture of innocence, and I want to destroy her.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, honey.”
“Why not?” She takes a step closer until she’s standing before me, her chin jutting out defiantly and the fire returning to her eyes.
I capture her chin in my hand, and my thumb runs over her smooth skin.
“Because if I get into that bed with you, I won’t be able to control myself.”
Her breathing becomes heavy and her nipples harden, pressing against the thin cotton of her t-shirt.
“Maybe that’s what I want.”
Her words come out breathy and send a jolt through my body. She’s offering herself to me. It would be the ultimate revenge to take the innocence of my rival’s daughter.
But I won’t use Scarlett like that, no matter how much I want to.
When I take her, it’ll be after I’ve taken my revenge, and knowing that she wants to be here. But with what I have planned for her father, she won’t want anything to do with me.
Her hand reaches for me tentatively until she strokes the hardness pressed against my jeans.
“Scarlett…” I groan a warning, but her hand’s sliding up and down my bulge and I’ve never wanted a release so badly.
“Are you a virgin?”
Her hand stops, and a pink tinge colors her cheeks. “Yes.” She looks down as if she’s embarrassed.
Fuck, I thought so. It makes me want her more, and it also makes it more impossible to take her now. But that doesn’t mean I can’t give her some release.
Without warning, I engulf her in my arms and lift her off the floor. She squeaks in surprise as I carry her to the bed.
“I’m not going to take your virginity yet.” I lay her down on the bed, and her hair fans out on the pillow.
“But I am going to taste that sweet pussy.”
She gasps as my hand slides up her thighs. She’s woken the beast inside me, and I won’t stop until I have her clit dancing on my tongue.
My mouth crashes into hers, and it’s not gentle this time. It’s needy and hungry, my tongue pushing into her, claiming her mouth as my fingers slide between her slick folds.
She gasps and wiggles underneath me. I pull back, my hand freezing in her panties.
“Don’t stop,” she moans.
“You sure you want this?” I duck my head so I’m looking her in the eye. “You stop anytime you want, okay? I’m not a brute, Scarlett. You control this.”
She nods, and that’s all I need to keep going.
“Take that off.” She obeys, pulling the t-shirt over her head, revealing perky breasts and hard nipples.
I palm her tits, my mouth sucking in a nipple and my stubble grazing her skin. She moans and writhes under me, and I almost shoot my load in my pants. I’m the luckiest motherfucker in the whole damn world to have this woman wriggling under me.
My mouth travels south until I wrap my lips around her most sensitive nub. Her hips arch and she bucks under me, and while she does, I drive a finger home. She comes hard and fast, her hands tangling in my hair. She’s gasping for breath, but I’m not done yet.
My tongue flicks her bud until she’s writhing again, calling out my name as she comes again and again.
Somewhere between the second and sixth orgasm I pull my aching dick out of my pants and fist myself, getting off on the taste of her.
I’ve lost count of how many times Scarlett comes, but I can’t hold back any longer.
The next time her pussy convulses around my finger, I let myself go, pulling my dick out to squirt hot cum over her thighs and trembling pussy.
My seed gushes out in thick ropes, coating her pink folds and marking her as mine.
I may not have claimed Scarlett yet, but I’ve marked her as mine. Mine, mine, mine. For now, and forever.
We fall exhausted onto the bed, and she’s so tired that she falls asleep easily in my arms.
I kiss her hair and breathe in her sweet scent. But sleep eludes me. My thoughts have gone to her father, what I have to do tomorrow, and how much Scarlett will hate me afterwards.