Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(23)

I flipped her over onto her back, pressing my body against hers and running my tongue along her jaw.

“I love you, little whore.”

My fingers tugged off the little lacy knickers she’d worn to bed. Yes, I was fucking exhausted, but her body was too tempting and sinful for me not to be aroused. I couldn’t help myself when it came to Scarlett.

“I love you.” I pressed my lips to her pulse point. “I love you.” My boxers were discarded next to us within a matter of seconds. “I love you.” I stroked my fingers between her legs, finding her wet for me. “I love you forever.”

She let out a moan when I slid home, clutching my shoulders with her small hands. Her legs wrapped around me, encouraging me to give her what she needed… me. I wasn’t going to be rough with her today. I wanted to make love to her. To show her how much I missed her. How I needed her as much as I needed air to keep breathing.

Rocking into her, I stroked her hair back from her face before cupping her cheek. I stared into those eyes I loved so much, trying to communicate my feelings without words. She looked up at me with so much fucking open love and affection, it was almost too much to handle after being away from this beautiful woman for a week.

“Mason ruined our last night together,” she whispered, stroking her hand down my back. “He can’t ruin anything for us ever again.”

“You made sure of that.”

“I did… and before you ask, I don’t regret it. He got what was coming to him.”

I pressed my lips to hers.

“He deserved to die.”

“I know I shouldn’t, but I liked it. The heat of the moment, watching the life drain from his eyes. It made me feel like a god.”

I took her hands and pinned them to the bed. Hearing her talk about killing made my dick throb. And whilst I wanted to be gentle, her words had me needing to give it to her harder.

“It’s a heady feeling, being the one in control of someone’s life like that.”

She arched up into me, asking for more. I thrust deeper, knowing exactly what she needed.

“Intoxicating… like a high you know you shouldn’t feel, but you do because he deserved it. He deserved the pain. I gave it to him. I hurt him. Made him feel my pain. And all that blood everywhere, fuck… Frankie, it made me feel like a queen being covered in it.”

“You looked like a goddess, my fucking goddess.”

I wasn’t going to lie. Seeing her kill was hot. It’s not like Scarlett and I hadn’t talked about killing before. She knew my feelings on the matter. Knew how it fuelled me when I took someone’s life. How it did something to all of us.

“Tell me… tell me how she died.”

She was talking about Chelsea. It was on the news a few days ago about how Chelsea McDonald had killed herself. Except she hadn’t really. It was me who’d killed her.

I pressed my face into Scarlett’s neck, keeping up my pace. She felt so hot and wet as I fucked her. Talking about this was turning both of us on further. Scarlett linked her fingers between mine, holding onto me right back as if she craved the deep connection we’d forged with each other.

“I wore gloves to her house so I wouldn’t leave fingerprints. The moment she saw me, she knew why I was there. And, of course, she was a bitch to me about it, but I didn’t care. She threatened my family.”

Scarlett moaned as I shifted the angle, hitting the right spot for her. I noted what she liked whenever we fucked, so I could make her feel good.

“I made her write a suicide note whilst I tied the noose I’d fashioned to the bannisters on the landing next to the stairs. Then I placed a chair underneath it and made her stand on it. She put the noose over her head and tightened it like I requested… then she was still giving me shit, so I kicked the chair from under her. I guess I got a little impatient to get it over and done with.”

Scarlett’s nails dug into my back with my words, like hearing me say those things only made her want me more. Her chest heaved against mine, her body moving with me. I kissed her neck, licking her skin to taste her.

“I watched her die, Scar. I watched her, and I didn’t care that I’d taken a life. I didn’t give a shit. She knew the rules, and she broke them. I will kill anyone who fucks with my family. And I’ll torture anyone who fucks with you before I end them.”

“Why is that so hot?”

I grinned, pulling away to look at her.

“You’re in the darkness with us now, little whore.” My hands pressed hers down harder into the mattress. “Embrace it as I have. Be ours.”

She smiled up at me.

“The goddess and her horsemen?”

I leant closer, running my nose up hers.

“That’s right… Nyx belongs with Pestilence, War, Famine and Death.”

“Always.”

I kissed her. It was rough and raw. Her tongue clashed with mine, our bodies moving faster together like we were both pushing each other to the edge. I let go of one of her hands and pressed it between us to reach her clit. Scarlett cried out at the extra sensation.

“Come for me, little whore,” I murmured against her mouth. “Show me you belong to me.”

She wrapped her now free hand around me, stroking it down my back. Her nails dug into my skin a minute later, making me grunt. I fucked her harder in response and she exploded for me. Her pussy clenched around my cock. I couldn’t hold back my own climax with her bucking against me.