The gym smells of blood and sweat and her perfume, and I’ve got a hard on for it before she even starts tearing at my clothes.
We don’t say a word to each other.
It’s just raw, primal fucking on the floor like the animals we are. Scarlett rides me and then I flip her onto her hands and knees, taking her from behind while I pull on her hair and demand that she takes my cock all night long.
Half of the things coming out of my mouth don’t make any bleeding sense, even to my own ears. But it doesn’t matter.
All that matters is that she knows.
She isn’t getting away from me. She can’t push me away. I won’t fucking let her.
I come inside of her twice before we finally collapse. Naked and panting for breath, and still I can’t let her go. My arm is wrapped around her back, her face resting against my chest.
“You really are a beast in the ring,” she says.
“Did ye ever question that I wasn’t?”
“No.” She smiles up at me. “You’ve got it all, Rory Brodrick. The looks, the charm, the body of a god and the dimples of one too.”
It’s the only compliment she’s ever given me, and the man in me is beating his chest. But I still can’t stop myself from asking.
“What changed? I thought ye were dead set on murdering me earlier.”
“Nothing’s changed,” she says and her voice is too light and I don’t believe her. “Let’s call it a temporary truce. Sometimes, you just need a reminder of how good of a thing you’ve got before it’s gone.”
Her words are a threat, but they sound like a joke. Again, with Scarlett, it’s hard to tell.
“Give me their names,” I insist. “I’ll make it right, baby doll. I’ll bleed them dry and make them suffer for their sins, and when I’m done, you can fuck me into oblivion.”
Her smile is sad this time, haunted.
“You really would,” she says. “Wouldn’t you?”
“I meant what I said. I’ll always go to war for you, Satan.”
“I still hate you, you know,” she says.
I lean down and kiss her, and my cock is ready all over again.
“Then hate me like you mean it, bad girl.”
“You can’t possibly want me again,” she murmurs.
“Try telling him that.” I wrap her hand around my cock.
She gives me what I want.
She gives it to me all night long.
When I wake up, Scarlett is gone from my bed.
And in her place is a note.
Hasta la vista, Baby.
A glance at the clock confirms it’s late. After midnight. And there’s only one thing Scarlett could be doing.
I chuck on some jeans and a tee shirt, not bothering with a shower, and start making the rounds to her usual haunts.
