“Let me help you.”
She looks at me, and her face is blank again. Empty again. And we’re right back to square fucking one again.
“Who said I needed help?” she asks. “You could be at the top of my list, for all you know.”
“Let me rephrase that,” I tell her. “I’m going to help you. And ye’re going to accept it without any more bitching and moaning.”
She opens her mouth, and I cover it with my hand.
“I wasn’t done.”
She glares at me, and I continue.
“I have a condition to your acceptance of my help.”
Her eyes are burning through me, probably murdering me a dozen different ways in her mind, but the silence is golden, even if forced.
“Ye’re going to tell me your real name.”
She peels my fingers off her mouth one by one and something has flipped inside of her. A switch. Her eyes are predatory when she leans forward, hunting me across the bed.
And I have to admit, it scares me a little when she reaches down and squeezes my cock through the material of my jocks. I haven’t a clue if she intends to rip it off or worship it. It could go either way with Scarlett.
Her fingers wrap around the hard flesh, a smile curling across her devilish lips when she feels my body responding to her.
“All the women who want you… do they make you promises of being the best you’ve ever had?”
I reach for her hand to pull it away, convinced she’s about to turn on me any second. But she shoves my hand away and straddles me instead.
“Were any of them better than me?”
She kisses her way down my throat, and I’ve already forgotten the question. Somehow my jocks are pulled down, and she’s not wearing any panties and she’s rubbing herself all over my dick.
She digs her fingers into my shoulders and glares at me.
“I asked you a question.”
“Honestly, baby doll,” I admit. “I never wanted anyone as badly as I’ve wanted you. You rocked my fucking world.”
She smiles again, and it scares me.
Fucking Satan is in my lap, looking hotter than any fallen angel should ever look.
“Let’s do it again,” she says. “Just in case you try to go and forget later on.”
“I won’t forget,” I assure her, even as I whip her bra off and bury my face in her breasts.
They are perfect and soft and pillowy and I could spend my whole life here, napping and fucking and eating off her ungodly body.
We’re both a fucking mess, and I’m still covered in Ethan’s blood. But she doesn’t give a fuck. In fact, I think she likes it even more the second time around when she kisses down my chest and licks some of it off my nipple.
Jesus fucking Christ.
It would be fucked up if it wasn’t so hot.
My sadistic little hellion.
Scarlett’s trying to get straight down to business, intent on shoving my cock up inside of her and riding me like she’s only got eight seconds to do it.
