I hit her again—harder this time—leaving a bright red mark on her pale skin that matches the brand on her chest. She lets out a sharp, choked-off cry that turns into a desperate, needy moan. She’s bucking against the rock, her fingers clawing at the moss, her body screaming for the collision she knows is coming.
“I want to fucking punish you,” I hiss, leaning down until my chest is crushing her back, my mouth pressed against her ear. “I want to break you until you can’t even remember your own name, let alone his. But fuck, Scar… you fucking make me forget everything. All I can think about is how much I want to be inside you.”
I reach under her, my hand coming back to find her again. She’s so wet it’s obscene, a literal river of her wanting me. I pull my hand back and deliver a heavy, wet slap straight to her pussy.
“Ah! Kai!”
She screams my name, her voice echoing off the obsidian walls, raw and wrecked. She’s losing it. She’s melting into the stone. I slap her again, the sound of my palm hitting herdrenched folds making a filthy, suctioning noise that sends a jolt of pure electricity straight to my gut.
“You’re so fucking desperate,” I mock, my thumb finding that swollen, sensitive knot and flicking it with a brutal, rhythmic speed. “Look at you, begging for it. Moaning like a goddamn animal in the dirt. Is this what you wanted, Scar? Is this the ‘person’ you wanted to be?”
“Yes!” she sobs, her head thrashing from side to side against the moss. “Yes, Kai! Please… fuck, just… I can’t… please!”
I’m fucking shaking. I’m vibrating with the need to finish this, to bury myself so deep in her that we become one single, bleeding organism. I reach for my belt, my eyes locked on the way her muscles are clenching and unclenching in a frantic, subconscious welcome.
“You don’t get to ask,” I snarl, my hand catching her hair and pulling her head back until she has to see the darkness in my eyes. “You just get to take what I give you.”
I’m about to bridge the final gap, to claim the only thing in this world that belongs to me, when the sky above the lagoon suddenly shatters.
A searchlight, white and blinding, cuts through the blackness, sweeping across the water and illuminating the rock. The heavy, rhythmic thrum of helicopter blades begins to vibrate the very stone beneath us.
“Fuck!” I roar, shielding my eyes, my hand going instinctively for the knife.
The searchlight is a blinding halo above us, turning the black water of the lagoon into a shimmering, clinical white. The thrum of the rotors is a physical weight, vibrating through the moss, through the rock, through the very marrow of my bones. They’re up there. Noah’s dogs. His high-priced mercenaries.
I don’t give a fuck.
I’m on my knees behind her, my eyes never leaving the curve of her spine. I reach down and finally free myself, my breath hitching as the humid air hits me. My cock is a thick, throbbing and leaking, pulsing with every drop of blood I’ve spilled tonight. I slide my hand slowly up the length, a low, guttural groan vibrating in my throat. I’m so hard it’s a blinding ache, a terminal fever that only she can break.
“Kai… what are you doing?” Scarlett whispers, her voice fractured, barely audible over the roar of the helicopter. She tries to push herself up, her palms slipping on the moss. “They’ve found us. They’ve found me. Just let me go, please… I’m sorry for everything. Just go, Kai. You don’t need to do this. You can still get away.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarl, my hand snapping out to catch her shoulder, forcing her back down against the stone with a violence that makes her gasp.
I lean over her, my shadow a dark stain on her pale back. I deliver one last, heavy-handed slap to her drenched pussy, the sound wet and obscene.
“You think I give a fuck about that prick?” I hiss, my mouth inches from her ear. “You think a couple of flashlights and a pilot on a payroll are going to stop me from taking what’s mine? You think I’m going to let you walk back to him after I’ve tasted your fear?”
“Kai, please—” She moans my name, a broken, desperate sound that carries the weight of four years of repressed, filthy longing. It’s the way she says it—like I’m her only god—that makes me finally, completely lose it.
I move between her thighs, the tip of my cock grazing her swollen, weeping entrance. She’s so fucking ready for me it’s a sin. I don’t ram into her. Not yet. I want her to feel every goddamn millimetre of the ruin I’m bringing.
I slowly, agonisingly, slide the head of my thick, throbbing cock into her soaking, pretty pussy.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, my eyes squeezing shut as her heat swallows me. I push deeper, an inch at a time, feeling her tight, internal muscles clench around me in a frantic, starving welcome. I’m stretching her, filling the void she tried to fill with lies. “Look at that. Look at how well your pussy grips me. You were made for this. You were made for me.”
She’s shaking her head, a sob catching in her throat as she tries to scream for help, for Noah, for anything to stop the tidal wave of pleasure and shame.
I snap my hand over her mouth, my fingers digging into her cheeks, muffling her cries until they’re just hot, wet vibrations against my palm.
“Shhh, little sister,” I whisper, my voice a lethal, possessive rasp as I drive myself home, buried to the hilt inside her. I start to move—a slow, punishing grind that makes her back arch and her toes curl into the moss. “You don’t want them to see how good your brother fucks you. You don’t want them to see the look on your face when I finally make you forget his fucking name.”
The searchlight sweeps over us again, illuminating the way we’re tangled together on the rock, a vision of pure, forbidden carnage. I don’t stop. I pick up the pace, my thrusts becoming violent, rhythmic strikes that echo the beating of the blades above.
“You’re mine,” I growl into her hair, my body a blur of sweat and obsession. “Even if they kill us both right here, you’re dying with my name in your throat.”
The sirens are screaming now, a discordant, high-pitched wail that cuts through the jungle like a serrated blade. Blue and red lights strobe through the canopy above, flickering against the obsidian walls of the lagoon like a sick, twisted disco.
“SCARLETT!”
