Chapter 8 - Scarlett
Scarlett
Iwake from the best sleep I’ve had in as long as I can remember. Bruno’s arm is draped over me, and I love the casualness of it, how we fit together even when we’re sleeping.
Bruno stirs and pulls me closer to him. Something digs into my back, and I gasp when I realize it’s his hard dick. Memories of last night flood my brain, his wicked tongue and the way I rode it shamelessly.
Heat flushes my neck, and I don’t know if I’m embarrassed that I let myself go or frustrated because I want to do it again.
“Morning, beautiful.”
Bruno brushes his stubbly chin against my neck, causing a flicker of desire to uncoil in my belly. I could get used to this, to waking up in Bruno’s arms and being called beautiful and living here amongst people who are supposed to be my enemies but look after me better than my own club does.
“Did you sleep well?”
Bruno snakes his hand up my stomach and cups my breast in his palm. My nipples scrape against his fingers, and I arch my back into him, hoping he’ll succumb to his need and take me.
There’s a knock at the door, and Bruno’s hand pauses on my breast.
“What is it?” he snaps.
“It’s time, Pres,” comes a muffled voice from the other side of the door.
Bruno checks his watch. “Shit. I overslept.”
He plants a kiss on my shoulder and slides out of bed. “That’s what you do to me, sweetheart. You make me lose track of time.”
My heart flutters. Do I really have this effect on this big, powerful man?
I push back on my elbows and the blanket slides off my shoulder, tickling my nipples as it slips down to pool around my waist. Bruno makes a strangled sound, and I push my tits forward, loving the hungry way he’s looking at me.
Is it wrong that I want him to devour me?
In one stride, Bruno’s kneeling by the bed with my nipple in his mouth. I let out a squeal of surprise, then giggle in embarrassment that whoever’s behind the door will have heard me.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” Bruno calls out before turning his attention back to my nipples.
“You’ll be the death of me, sweetheart.”
He burrows under the blanket, and I lie back as his tongue gets to work, my mind going blank as pleasure overwhelms me.
I don’t even last ten minutes. It’s less than a minute before I’m gripping his hair and calling out his name, not caring who hears us anymore.
Bruno fists his cock, and this time, I wiggle down the bed and take him in my mouth before he can come.
I love his wide-eyed look of surprise and the moment he gives into pleasure and lets me take him in my mouth.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but instinct kicks in as I suck and lick. Then he’s coming, hot liquid burning my throat. I swallow him down as he groans my name.
He tilts my head up, and I let him slide out of my mouth.
“Was that okay?”
“Oh, honey…”
There’s another knock on the door, and I guess our ten minutes are up.
“I’m coming,” Bruno growls.
He straightens up and pulls his pants on.
I don’t show him my disappointment. I know how clubs work. When there’s a job to do, you got to do it, especially as the president. People are relying on Bruno.
He dresses quickly, and I prop myself up in bed to watch. Bruno might be twice my age, but his body is lean and muscular, patterned with scars and tattoos—artwork that I’m aching to explore.
By the time he’s dressed, the relaxed look he woke up with is gone, replaced by a grim expression. His eyes are hard, his mouth a thin line.
A bolt of fear pierces my heart as suspicion sears through me.
“Where are you going?”
Bruno finishes doing up his belt buckle and doesn’t answer.
“You’re going to see my father, aren’t you?”
The way his eyes dart to the door confirms my suspicion.
“Bruno?” I swing my feet out of bed, only slightly wincing at my sore ankle. I pull my t-shirt over my head and reach Bruno before he gets to the door.
“You’re not going to hurt him, are you?”
Bruno drags in a deep breath. “Your father is responsible for putting me inside. He ratted me out to the cops.”
I recoil at his words. It’s the worst thing you can do in our world, speaking to the cops. Even ratting on an enemy breaks the strict moral code.
“Dad would never rat.”
Bruno puts his hands on my shoulders. “My intel inside all pointed to your father. I’m sorry.”
My stomach clenches, and fear for my father fills my heart. I know what happens to rats.
“But it couldn’t have been him. He’s not a bad man.”
I don’t like the way Bruno’s looking at me. He’s cold and distant, like I don’t know him, like we didn’t share last night together.
“Please…” I hate begging, but the thought of my father hurting makes my heart ache. He may not have protected me like he should have, but he’s the only family I’ve got.
“Please don’t hurt him.”
Bruno’s eyes flicker, and I think maybe, just maybe, I’m getting through to him.
“At least talk to him first, hear his side. I’m sure it couldn’t have been him.
Bruno stares at me and I can’t read his expression. He drops my arms and runs a hand through my hair.
There’s a knock at the door, this time more urgent. “Pres…”
Bruno pulls the door open. “Change of plan. Organize a meeting with Manny.”
Relief floods me as Bruno cups my chin. “For the last three years, all I’ve thought about is revenge. But one night with you, Scarlett, and my heart’s gone soft.”
He kisses me hard and disappears out the door.
I only hope like hell that I’m right about my dad.