Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(103)

More slaps came. I cried out from each of them, trying to keep my chin in place. He stopped, giving me a second’s reprieve before my braid was in his fist and he pulled me upright by it. His other hand circled my neck as he pressed his front to my back, pinning my arms between us.

“Look. Look at the place it happened. Do you feel it, slut? Do you feel how much pain is in this place? How much we’ve fucking suffered for our sins?” He stroked my neck with his thumb. “You do, don’t you? You know how much it fucking hurts.”

I whimpered, straining against him. His words dug into the parts of me still shattered by what happened that night. They shone a light on the wounds, making them visible to both of us.

“That’s right, my little slut, you know how it feels. How much we’ve burnt for each other in ways no one should. Feel it. Fucking feel it. Let it rip through you.”

My heart hurt, the memories surfacing and slamming into me. The way he’d shouted my name when I fell. The pain in his amber eyes. The horrifying sound my body made when it hit the floor. All of it burst through, leaving me defenceless and utterly at his mercy.

“That’s it.” He tightened his hand around my airway, squeezing the sides. “Let it out. Show me your pain. Let me have all of it.”

Tears slid down my cheeks. They dripped onto his hand. He pressed his lips to my ear, his tongue tracing the line of it. I tried to talk behind the gag, but it was impossible. Spit dribbled out of my mouth as I struggled against his hold on me.

“That’s right. You know you need this. Give me your fucking pain.”

I wanted to scream and tell him I couldn’t do this. Tell him I wasn’t strong enough. West held me through it, allowing me to purge the memory of the worst experience of my life. Even as he used harsh words, they soothed me. They made me whole again.

“Scream it, my little slut. Tell the whole fucking world how much it hurts.”

No matter how loud I tried to scream, no matter how much it burnt my throat to do so, the noise was hampered by the gag. It’s why he’d given it to me. To allow me to purge my pain without anyone but him hearing the sound.

I sobbed, shifting against him and my bindings. I let it all rip, the pain seeping out of my pores onto the concrete floor. West took my pain. He took it all. The memory replayed over and over in my mind. The moment my hand slipped from his and I fell. How I’d told him I loved him. How he screamed for me. And how I’d landed, passing out from all the pain.

When I was finally spent from the crying and screaming, I slumped against him, closing my eyes. It was done. The memory dissipated, leaving just me and him alone in the building where our lives had split apart.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “You’re my good girl, little Scar.”

Then he removed the gag from my mouth, tossing it to the side.

“I’m going to make it better for you. I’ll heal you, my little warrior.”

He laid me down on the blanket on my back with my arms still cuffed behind my back. My eyes opened, staring up at him looming over me with a dark glint in his eyes. His hands slid up my legs, making me bend my knees for him. My skirt was bunched at my waist, leaving me utterly exposed.

“West…”

His finger traced a line along my pussy, making me shiver.

“My little slut is still so wet for me. I think I should take care of this little pussy, don’t you? Then I’ll take care of this too.” He knocked the plug. “You can’t stop me from taking whatever I want, can you?”

I shook my head. No part of me wanted to. Not even after I’d sobbed my heart out. The memories of the past no longer clung to my skin. West had torn my suffering out of my mind, laid it bare for both of us to see. He set me free, just like he told me he would. He exposed the burden I carried. The burden I’d thrown away. This place couldn’t hurt me. It couldn’t do a single thing any longer.

“I’m going to take all of your little holes, my dirty whore, and I’m going to make them mine.”

He reached over and stroked the scars he’d given me.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

I swallowed hard.

“I belong to War.”

His deviant smile was the only warning I got before West did what he did best.

Broke me to fix me all over again.





Forty Six


West





Had it hurt me to go through this experience with Scarlett? Of course, it fucking had. I purged my pain right alongside her as she cried and screamed behind her gag. It poured out of me with the memory of the night she fell crowding my brain. The way she shook and struggled against me, experiencing it all over again was horrifying but necessary. We both had to go through it together so we could finally lay our demons to rest.

I stared down at my woman, my fingers resting on her scars as her chest heaved with her harsh breaths. My little warrior had come into her own, proving once and for all just how strong she was. How she endured no matter what was thrown at her.

My goddess. The light of my life. How I fucking love you with every part of me.

There was no one else in this world who understood me like Scarlett. No one else loved me the way she could. My destiny was right here with her.

Her beautiful eyes were bloodshot from her tears, but she stared up at me with so much love, trust and affection, it threatened to undo me.