Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(47)

If it had been before she came back into my life, I would have jumped up the moment I awoke, ready to spill blood. None of the others came into my room without permission for that very reason. With Scarlett, my body instinctively knew it was her. She was my lifeline. My whole soul. At least, what counted for my soul since I was lacking in humanity at times. She made me feel. And what a fucking revelation not to wake up wishing for violence.

I turned in her embrace until her messy hair came into view. She blinked as she looked up at me. I didn’t give her a chance to speak, diving down to catch her lips in mine. Who cared why she was here. My heart just cared that she was. Here in my arms, her mouth where it belonged and nothing to stop me from feeling her small frame against mine.

I ran my hand down her back to the curve of her arse, finding her without underwear beneath the t-shirt she wore. However, the moment my hand settled over her bare skin, she let out a small cry of pain in my mouth. I immediately let go of her, sat up, ripped down the covers and pressed her onto her front. My eyes were searching and what I found had me almost smiling.

“I see someone was a bad girl last night,” I murmured as I took in the welts across the backs of her thighs and behind. Drake clearly hadn’t held back.

“I had punishments pending from days ago,” she responded, her voice muffled by the pillow her face was pressed into. “And it was worth the pain.”

I ran my finger over one of the welts on her thigh. She tensed at the contact.

“My dirty girl likes a little pain with her pleasure.”

“I was a very naughty little slut last night,” she whispered, turning her head to the side.

I leant down, pressing a kiss to the angriest looking welt on her behind.

“Mmm, did my naughty girl come from all the pain he caused?”

“Yes.”

“Good little slut.”

The way her body trembled at my words made my dick hard. The sight of her was making me a little crazy. A little like I wanted to sit her in my lap and make her ride me whilst I pressed down on the welts Drake had left on her skin.

“And does he know you left his bed?”

“He’s asleep.”

I looked over at my clock on the bedside table. It read past ten in the morning.

“Drake’s asleep at this hour?”

She shifted, turning on her side to meet my eyes.

“I was surprised too. He looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to wake him, but I was starving. I went downstairs, had breakfast and he was still dead to the world when I came back.”

“So you sought me out?”

She nodded, giving me a shy smile. I sat back, gripped her by the arm, and tugged her into my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

“You’re his remedy.”

“Remedy?”

“For his inability to sleep. You should get back to him before he wakes up.”

The pout she gave me had me wrapping my hands around her behind and squeezing her abused flesh. She yelped, jerking against my body and making my dick throb. I didn’t want her going back to Drake’s room. I wanted her to sit on my cock and ride me until she came so hard, she cried. Perhaps I’d send her back to him with my cum leaking from her pussy. I’d quite like to know what he would say about it.

“Are you sure you want that?” she asked as I wrapped my hand around her throat and stroked her soft skin.

“No, I want you to slide that sweet little pussy down on my cock whilst I choke you until you come.”

Her eyes widened slightly at my rather blunt statement of my desires. Not sure why she was surprised.

“I suggest you do as I say, little Scar. I’m not a patient man.”

And didn’t she know it. The way she scrambled to pull off my shorts and rip the t-shirt from her body had me chuckling. Before she had a chance to mount me, I grabbed a hold of her body and buried my face in her tits, kissing and licking her skin until I bit down on her nipple so hard she cried out in shock.

“West, fuck!”

I gripped her throat again, squeezing the sides to restrict her airway. Then I smacked her arse, making her cry out again.

“Give me what I asked for.”

She fumbled between us, her fingers gripping my cock. When she slid it between her lips, I could feel her wetness coating the crown.

Always so ready for me, little Scar.

She moaned when she sunk down on me, not stopping to let herself adjust until she’d taken the whole thing. Then she leant towards me, brushing her mouth over mine.

“Do you remember what we talked about when you let me scar you?”

“Mmm, I do.”

“I know what promise you don’t want me to break.”

“Oh yeah?”

Her hand curled around my jaw as she pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“Forever. I promised to give you forever.”

My hand around her throat tightened. The way her eyes twinkled as she leant back slightly to look at me had my fucking heart in knots.

“Are you going to keep that promise?”

She rocked her hips into me, clenching around my cock in the most delicious way. Her hand curled around the back of my neck before she leant her forehead against mine.

“All of my forevers are yours.”

I couldn’t answer, so I kissed her instead. My tongue tangled with hers, creating a fucking mess between us, but it was what we needed. We’d found our way back to each other.