too.
That’s what I tell myself. And that’s the story I’ll continue telling myself.
“If that’s what you’re offering, I’ll bite,” I inform her, keeping my gaze on Kahn. “Your bite first?” I ask him, nudging my cock against the crease of her ass. I know she can feel the hardness against her, and a small whimper of something between pleasure and pain tumbles from her plump lips.
“I think she wants to get dirty with us, boss,” Kahn remarks while reaching for her hair, his fingers fisting into the matted strands, and I can’t help but chuckle quietly. She feels it. She feels me. The vibration of my body rumbling through hers.
“Let me go, you monster,” Scarlett announces, but she doesn’t move. Instead, her body stills, almost as if she’s giving up, but I’m not going to get played like a sap. She’s waiting for me to lighten my hold on her, and then she’ll strike. I’m not sure with what energy she’ll do this, but knowing my little red, she’ll find it within herself to pounce. And fuck, if that doesn’t make me what to claim her even more.
When I finally let up, lifting my body from hers, I tug her from the filthy ground and pull her into my hold. Her gaze is locked on Kahn, probably waiting for him to say or do something, but all he offers is a mock salute before he gestures with a tip of his head toward us, leaving us in the darkness.
“Did you think you were having fun running from me, little red?” I question in her ear, my arms wrapped around her like a vise. She can’t escape because she’s mine.
“Don’t think for one second you’ll ever get me to submit to your games,” Scarlett hisses, but she doesn’t struggle against me like she was earlier. Instead, she’s placated, her body lax, and for a moment, I enjoy her warmth.
Perhaps, with time, she’ll come to love me. Even though I’m not capable of that kind of emotion with someone, I’ll make sure she’s safe, taken care of, and she will never want for anything when she’s with me. I don’t tell her this; instead, I slip my hand in hers, tangling our fingers together, and tug her along behind me.
I focus on the rage coursing through me instead of desire. Both emotions warring in my chest, in my mind. On the one hand, all I want to do is punish her with my hand, with my belt, and then my cock. On the other, I want to bind her to the bed until she finally submits. Until she realizes there is nowhere to run.
“Wait, please,” Scarlett says as I step up onto the porch, where she stumbles behind me. I halt all movement, twisting around so I can face her. With the soft yellow glow of the lamps that illuminates the area, I’m awed at her beauty. I’ve known she was beautiful since the moment I laid my eyes on her, but seeing her messed, muddy, and broken like this is a new vision that makes my cock throb behind my zipper.
“Let me make something clear, Ms. Bardot,” I bite out, allowing the anger to drench my words. “If you attempt that once more, I won’t think twice about allowing Kahn to show you what he’s capable of. He’s been my right-hand man for many years now, and he knows my tastes vary, even though sharing may not be top of the list, but I’ll gladly watch as he puts you through your paces.”
“I’m not some horse you can train,” she grits, her teeth clenching, and I realize she’s trying not to lose her mind at me. “I just need to know the reasons. I have to.”
“What you have to do is obey me when I speak. There are things that you don’t know about yet, and I will allow you the knowledge when you’re ready.”
“I am ready now,” she insists, her eyes sparking with curious need and ferocious interest. “Please?” This time, the word is a plea that turns my blood hot with need. How I haven’t taken her to my bed yet is a mystery. It’s only been a few days, but I have to admit, she’s more alluring than I expected.
“I’ll tell you when you’re ready.” Turning for the door, I tug her behind me, and I’m sure the trail of mud we’re leaving in our wake will be gone by morning. The staircase will be caked with footprints,