Deadly Chaos (Steel Roses Book 2)

by Samantha Bee

  I've always known that it's been there, it's just never had a very strong presence. During some of the worst years with my mother, he made himself more apparent. I got mouthier, found myself in fights more often, pushed the boundaries just that much farther. It's been a long time since he was enraged enough to lift his head from his deep slumber.

  I shouldn't be surprised he chose this morning to start pushing me once more. He's been slowly waking up bit by bit as I uncover more of Scar's story. More of her pain. More of her tragedy. Anger for what I went through is nothing like the fury that builds every time I think about my girl being hurt.

  My girls. Both Rowan and Scar have been hurt as a direct result of these bastards.

  Yeah, I shouldn't be surprised at all that I'm pushing him as far as I can. Enjoying every bit of the way I infuriate him. The way I get under his skin and make every aspect of his job that much harder. I fucking relish in it. Even if my face is beat to all hell because of it.

  I know I have several bruised ribs, but I don't think any of them are actually broken. Part of me feels like Scar will give me absolute hell when she realizes the way I've provoked these men at every turn. But the other part of me thinks there's a good chance she's going to give me head immediately after she beats my ass.

  She's never going to be okay with us putting ourselves on the line, but I also know that this shit would turn her on as soon as she realized I truly was okay. And I will be.

  I look around the room I've been locked in since we got here, but there's no sign of anyone coming. I've pretty much been left alone until they decide what they want to do with me. I roll my shoulders back, trying to ease some of the tension from being held in the same position for so long. It doesn't work. Not that it has before. I keep trying though.

  I hear shouting start throughout the house followed by the distinct sound of gunshots. I grin. The cavalry has arrived.

  Declan opens the back door, and his eyes widen as he freezes, watching Scar's desperate motions as she claws at my chest, lifting herself up before easing back down. Needing to be as close to me as possible. Feel me in every way.

  She hasn't even noticed that we have more company, not that it stopped her when the others joined us in the car.

  When she first started stripping the both of us and climbed into my lap, I saw the actions for what they were. An urgency to check that I was okay. The sex didn't start as a lust fueled escapade. It was so much more than just that.

  Scar has never been good at expressing herself with words. She's grown leaps and bounds since we got her back, has learned to really let her guard down, gotten better at putting her feelings into words. But she's still Scar. Still the same brazen and reckless woman I first met. Emotions and words can be too big for her but can also feel like not enough. She needs touch, to be physically grounded into reality and reminded that I'm here. I'm with her. That I'm not going anywhere.

  Her movements started as slow, her eyes locked on mine as she writhed above me. Her touches were gentle and tender as she wiped blood from my cuts and laid sweet kisses over them. Her need was desperate, yes, but not in the tear our clothes off type of way. An emotional urgency that clawed its way right into my heart. I could never deny her anything. She needed this and in a lot of ways I did too. The guys coming out to the car wasn't going to stop us. Not that I really mind the guys watching anyways.

  With every flex of her hips taking me into her, I could feel her panic and anxiety melting away. I watched as she became less and less of the wild creature that first stormed into that house and more of the girl I fell in love with. She eased back into herself as I slid in and out of her, gripping her hips to encourage her movements and emphasize that I'm here. She will probably have thumb sized bruises there tomorrow, but I just couldn't bring myself to care. Still can't.

  "Well, get in, fucker," Kade calls from the front seat. I can see how much he's enjoying the pure shock on Declan's face. Not much throws the guy off.

  Kade's voice snaps Declan out of his daze as he climbs into the car. It also draws Scar's attention to the fact that he has joined us. She hadn't taken notice of any of the other guys when they first came to the car. Too intent on her frantic need to feel me as deeply and closely as she could.

  It's not the same as Declan joins us in the car. She hesitates, unsure of what to do. Her face starts to heat in embarrassment as she meets his eyes, and her moves start to slow. She is usually the opposite of shy and reserved, even when it comes to sex.

  I remember the way she owned the fact that her and Kade had just had sex when I first met him. She doesn't get embarrassed about this type of stuff. Not usually. She's too sure, too confident in herself and her sexuality for that. Declan always manages to draw out a different side of her though. So I guess I shouldn't really be surprised that she's at a loss of what to do now.

  "Eyes on me, baby girl. Don't even fucking think about stopping now." My tone lights her up. I see the moment she sees the challenge I'm laying down and decides fuck it. She throws her hair back over her shoulder as she starts riding me even harder. Undulating her hips to take me even deeper into her. She grinds into me, losing a little bit more of her control.

  The entire atmosphere shifts now that she knows he's watching her. We've all known this was an inevitability since we first met him. To think anything else would be delusional after spending any small amount of time with the pair of them.

  I lift my hips up off of the seat, hitting her in a different spot. In this new position, my cock rubs against her G-spot as she swirls her hips, increasing her speed as she begins to get close.

  I run my hands up her sides, lifting her shirt, or should I say my shirt, as I go. I throw Declan a cocky ass smirk, loving the way his eyes are burning into her. There's no jealousy in his gaze, not even an ounce of irritation or anger. He presses his hands into his thighs as he rubs them up and down his pants. Clenching and unclenching his fists as he fights not to touch her.

  He's enjoying the show as much as our girl is enjoying giving it to him.

  The beast in my chest settled as soon as he saw Scar burst through those doors. No one showed up and it turned out to be the easiest escape that has probably ever happened in the history of failed kidnappings. She strode right in, cut my restraints and we walked right back out through the back exit they had brought me through.

  I'm not naive enough to believe there was no blood shed. The gunshots and blood covering her prove just how much carnage she must have left in her wake. I'm sure the guys took care of the rest while she retrieved me. My little knight.

  He pokes his head up again though as I watch Declan. Amusement flickers through me as I watch the way his eyes are glued to the movements of my fingers. I can't help but want to taunt him as well as her.

  Her body can't lie. Not when I'm buried to the hilt in her and can feel every single time she clenches around me as she darts glances at Declan.

  Their bond may have started as friendship. A true and fierce one that tied them together thoroughly, but as soon as she was in a better place it started shifting into something more. I think that's why it was always so easy for me to accept.

  I always knew that he could never have her without us. If we had not reconciled, he would still firmly be in the friend zone. I also saw every step of the way where he pushed her back to us even as his feelings for her grew.

  He never did anything with the purpose of gaining something back. He just wanted Scar to be happy. It's rare to find that in a person. Before I met Scar and this crew, I don't think I could name one other person who gives freely without expecting anything in return.

  I feel the same tendril of mischief swirl through me that I did when Ryder first walked into the kitchen not that long ago. I've found that I really like taking control of not only Scar's pleasure but having a hand in the guys' as well. At least when it includes her as well.

  I lift the shirt over her breasts and nip just above the cups that keep her nipples hidden from me. I turn
my face to Declan even as I trail my tongue alongside the top of her bra, just skimming underneath it as she arches up into me. She moans as I sink my teeth into her creamy flesh, and I wink at him.

  His hands are fisted on his thighs as he can't help but watch the way she moves. I reach around her and unclip the bra, freeing her tits not only to me, but to him as well. I hear Ryder groan in the back seat as Scar picks up the pace in my lap.

  Fuck. She clenches even tighter around me as she looks up to meet Ry's eyes. I fist her hair and tug it back, baring her neck and chest to me as she's forced to arch higher into me. I take one of her nipples in my mouth and give it a quick bite before releasing it and laving it with my tongue.

  I keep my eyes on her face and see as her eyes flick back towards him. I tilt my head so I can watch his expression as I flick and circle her nipple with my tongue, leaving it exposed for him to see. His tongue darts out to run across his bottom lip before his teeth sink into it. Scar tightens around me as she gasps softly.

  Declan’s eyes are glued to where my tongue still traces patterns around her nipple. Heat and need flaring vibrantly as he watches.

  Kade chuckles from the front. “Why continue to deny yourself, D?” he taunts. “Just imagine how amazing those tits would feel in your hands. The ecstasy of sinking your teeth into her flesh. Feeling her pussy tighten around you as you thrust up into her.” Every dirty word out of Kade’s mouth pushes her pleasure and Declan’s need higher. He continues a litany of taunts and I find myself impressed by Declan’s restraint even as he’s itching to pull her into his arms.

  Ryder curses behind us again. “You guys are torturing all of us, you know?”

  Luca groans, “They definitely know.”

  Her movements start to lose control as she moves wildly, chasing down her orgasm. I can feel how close I already am. I lift my hips up and start thrusting up into her, slamming into her as I anchor her to me with my fist locked around her hair.

  "Fuck." It's barely a whisper as it passes Declan's lips, but it's enough for us both to hear. She clenches even tighter as I feel her get even slicker. Her eyes swing to him even as she pulsates around me and her soft moans fill the car. I'm not far after her, thrusting up once more as I come with a shout.

  Fuck. I love this woman.

   Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Never in a million years would I have ever expected to open the car door to find that.

  Not that I can even be mad about it. It was maybe one of the best things I have ever witnessed in my life. Especially because of what it's pushing me to do. What I know Noah was trying to goad me into. Well, it fucking worked. I don't know if I can even call him the nice one anymore. Maybe the corrupted one. The dangerous one. The fucking kinky one.

  There's a wild amount of tension in the car. Not a single one of us unaffected by the little performance the two of them put on. As soon as Luca parks the car, no one seems to be quite sure of what to do. Sensing an awkward moment coming, Scarlett does what she does best.

  "Well, this was fun," she says lightheartedly before quickly hopping out of the car, not even giving Noah the chance to fully pull out of her. No way in hell am I leaving it at this. I was already moving, before she even fully had the door open. I was prepared for her to run. It's Scarlett after all.

  I'm out of the car almost as quickly as she is and following half a step behind her. "Pretty girl, if you think you can make me watch you get yourself off on another man's dick, and think I have nothing to say, you don't really know me at all."

  I see the shiver that works down her spine.

  I saw her desperate need to have Noah, I even understood it. She needed every reassurance that he was with her, that he was safe, that he was whole. That he was hers. I don't blame her in the slightest for claiming what is hers. Even if she did it in front of me. She just should have realized I would end up following her lead. Time to claim what is mine.

  I saw her embarrassment when she first realized I was there, but I also saw the lust that doubled in her gaze as I got into the car with them. The way her body tensed even more when she felt my gaze burning into her skin. The way her moves grew more erratic every time Noah taunted and teased me.

  I saw the way she enjoyed putting on a show. Working Noah the same way she does the pole on stage. It was the most sinful and erotic thing I have ever seen. If she thinks I can continue to keep my hands to myself after seeing the way she reacted to my presence, she's about to learn that I'm not nearly as patient as she thinks I am.

  I can hear the guys making their way out of the car. I pick Scarlett up and throw her over my shoulder. We have a lot to discuss as a group, but I have a lot to show this infuriating ass woman first. I carry her into the house and hear the guys catcalling from behind us.

  Bunch of fucking idiots.

  I'd be lying to say it didn't bring a smile to my face though.

  I carry her through the front door and head straight to her bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I toss her on the bed. Some of her confidence has come back as she smirks up at me. She lays out on the bed, stretching out as she lays on her side. She crosses her ankles and props herself up on her hand. "You had something to say?" Noah's shirt is still the only thing covering her. It just barely covers her bare pussy.

  None of the embarrassment that was making her skin flush earlier is present. She wears her sexuality like a second skin. At least now that she's assured I'm just as interested in her as she is in me. We hadn't even come close to crossing this line before today. Now we're diving right into the deep end. It almost surprises me how oblivious she has been to the extent of my feelings for her, not that it should. She was just as clueless when it came to the messy one.

  I smirk, moving closer to her. I sink on to the bed, crawling until I'm pressing into her and she has to lean back to keep her eyes on me. "I think I'd rather show you just how much I don't think of you as a friend." My lips find her exposed neck and I growl when she stretches her neck to give me more room.

  I run my tongue up her throat until I reach her ear lobe. I take it between my teeth gently tugging it. She shivers as her hands find my shirt and start to pull on it. I put space between us just long enough to rip it off over my head before sinking back onto her.

  I can't get the images of the way she rode Noah out of my head. My fingers find her core and I thrust two fingers into her. I feel the mess her and Noah made there and feel myself grow even harder. Never have I shared a woman before, never have I watched, never have I wanted to.

  Everything is different with Scarlett and these men. I've never been more turned on than watching the way she used her body as a weapon against him, inflicting the sweetest torture. The way he not only took everything she had to give but used it to taunt me.

  She presses her chest in me as she pants. I play with their come mixed together between her legs. Scooping it up and using it to tease her clit. Her eyes ignite with a lust so potent, I can almost taste it on the air.

  "We don't have much time." She pants even as she reminds me that we have a whole lot of other things that need to be happening right about now.

  Claiming her is something that should have been put off, waited for a better time to explore the attraction between us, but I had done enough of that. I wasn't going to let anyone, or anything get in the way of finally claiming my pretty girl. Not this time. By the way she moves her hips into my hand and seeks my lips out with her own, I'm guessing she agrees.

  I would love to take my time with her, to mark myself into every centimeter of skin, to brand her with the intensity of my feelings so she never forgets. But I don't need that right now. I just need to own her body the way she owns my soul. Even if for just a minute.

  We can come back to slow and sensual sex when we don't have a criminal empire to tear down. For now, quick, dirty, and fucking raw will have to suffice. I pull my fingers away from her core, rubbing my fingers together as I feel how slick she is between both of their come.

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p; I keep my eyes locked on hers, she looks like a wicked little creature, craving to be destroyed and healed all at once. I pop both fingers into my mouth and get a taste of both her and Noah. Her eyes dilate as I suck their taste from my fingers. I don't know what I was expecting, but I don't hate it. I do love the way her tongue darts out to moisten her lips, the way her chest rises and falls with her pants, the way she's absolutely enraptured by me.

  I rip Noah's shirt off from her before pushing my pants down. I settle myself on top of her. I cage her face between my arms, leaning down until my lips barely brush over hers as I speak. "You're mine now, pretty girl. Mine as much as you are theirs."

  Something flashes in her eyes and I feel light pierce my chest. Sending a rush of pure ecstasy through my veins. If Scar were a poison, I would gladly inject her directly into my veins until the life drained out of me. Instead though, she's something far more lethal. She's happiness and hope, bottled into one sexy ass package that threatens to cure me as surely as she will curse me.

  "Yours." She breathes out, the air teasing my lips. I force my lips against hers, sweeping my tongue in through her mouth. She moans and the sound only drives my need higher. I put all my weight on one arm so I can snake the other back down to play with her clit.

  As lost as I am in her kiss, I need to be lost in her body too. Another day I will cherish her, today, I just need to take her.

  Without pulling my lips away from the intoxicating way she moves hers against mine, I push into her in one long, smooth thrust, burying myself deeply in her. She breaks our kiss as she moans, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel her clench all around me. It should be a sin to feel this good.

  I take her fast and hard. Punishing us both with quick thrusts as I piston myself in and out of her. She wraps her legs around my waist as we both groan in sync at how much deeper it takes me. I pour every ounce of desire I've been holding back for this woman into her body every single time I push back into her.