Stealing Scarlett

by Isabella Snow

  “Slaves speak when spoken to.”

  Unbridled fury brewing in her eyes, she snapped her mouth shut, visibly working the muscles in her jaw. He smiled at her efforts to obey him ‑‑ the spankings had left an impression. How long would she last? Not the entire evening, that much he knew. Not the first time. And not that he minded. Few things could arouse him as this woman’s streak of defiance.

  Bringing his lips to her ear, he nibbled the tiny lobe for the briefest of seconds, pleased to see her shudder in response. “Your nipples are lovely.” He rolled them between his fingers and pinched them a second time.

  “Ohhh!” Her breathy cry ricocheted through the room, the sound delivering a surge of electricity to his groin.

  Dipping his head, his lips closed over a swollen nipple, sucking sharply as she gasped. With Scarlett still on her knees, he placed a hand at her lower back, forcing her to arch against him. His tongue flicked across the tiny rosebud until she writhed in agony, a muffled cry escaping her lips. When she finally began to buck wildly against him, he took it into his mouth, devouring her greedily.

  “Please.” She was twisting her body from side to side, urging him to lavish the same attention on her other breast.

  Replacing his mouth with his hand, he continued to tease her nipple as he moved to the other breast. He wasted no time, his lips closing over the tiny peak instantly. Hips swaying from side to side, she appeared lost in the rhythm of his touch. Sucking in her breath, she let her head roll back on her shoulders, a look of sweet anguish on her delicate face. Momentarily transfixed by the aura surrounding her, he paused, returning to an upright position so he could better admire her.

  “Chase…”

  The sound of his name on her lips drove him straight to the edge. Cupping her buttocks, he lifted her from the bed, tearing her panties from her body. Visibly feverish, she tugged at her restraints, trembling with obvious anticipation. Raising her hips, he dove downward, driven by a blinding desire to have her in his mouth. His tongue reached its target, and she screamed on contact.

  “God, yes!” Her hips rocked back and forth, bringing her even closer to his mouth.

  His fingers dug into her bottom as his tongue began to work against the tiny pearl. A deep moan rocked her body as he drew wet circles around it. Her scent was heady, a potent aphrodisiac which only reminded him of how badly he wanted her. Glancing upward, he groaned inwardly at the vision tied to the bed and writhing like a whore. She looked like a slave desperate to please her master.

  And please him, she did.

  Slowing his pace, he flicked his tongue around her clit, deliberately avoiding it. Squeezing her supple thighs against his shoulders, she tried to reposition herself for maximum pleasure, but he did not allow it, spanking her soundly instead.

  “Ow!” She pouted dramatically.

  “You’ll come when I want you to.” He breathed the words against her inner thigh, biting her sharply.

  Thrusting her hips toward him, her outrage appeared easily forgotten as he bit her again, a wanton sigh conveying her bliss. Inching his way back toward her clit, he paused to sample the soft folds of her pussy. Swollen with desire, the erotic display made him shudder with want. Jerking her forward, he drove his tongue into her depths, an animal-like sound filling his throat as he explored her womanhood.

  Her moans grew louder with each taste, and he returned to the sensitive button, launching a full-on assault of her senses. Suckling gently at first, he continued until it strained against his tongue, begging for release. Gingerly sliding the pink folds away from the hidden jewel, he flicked his tongue back and forth. Slowly, but steadily driving her toward the brink.

  Her breathing was coming in gasps now. Jerking at the bars behind her, she began to shake violently, visibly consumed by desire.

  “Fuck,” she moaned loudly. “Don’t stop.”

  The request was unnecessary. Increasing his pace, he teased the hardened bead until she finally began to scream, rhythmically thrusting herself against him. Strengthening his hold, he held her close as she orgasmed against his tongue. Her body arched into the air, her cries of ecstasy filling the room as the aftershocks wracked her slender form.

  Moving forward, his arms circled her body as he prepared to untie her. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and tried to ignore the tightening in his groin. If she only knew how crazy she made him. Sighing to himself, he opened his eyes and then blinked.

  She was watching him, a feverish, glassy look in her eyes.

  Arching a brow, he leaned back to get a better look at her. With her head bent forward as it was, she resembled a wild animal. Black hair tumbling into her face, her beauty was undeniable. Her hands dug into the cloth around her wrists, and she tightened her grip. Were it not for the restraints, he might be inclined to think her ready to pounce.

  “Untie me.” Her voice was raw with need.

  If ever there’d been a time she needed a man, it was now. She’d often snorted when people talked of lust overtaking their entire being, but was now willing to accept the reality of such statements. She wanted nothing more than to have this man between her thighs, at any cost. This kind of torture was just too much to bear.

  “You’re in no position to make demands.” Amusement shone in his eyes.

  Letting her eyes wander down his body, she ran her tongue across her lips. “I want to taste you.”

  A strange look crossed his face, and she could see his jaw tighten. She smiled at spotting a chink in his armor. Without saying a word, he reached for one of her wrists and released the slipknot, freeing her arm. Reaching for the other, she untied it herself before he could change his mind. Turning back toward his body, her gaze roamed across the broad expanse of his chest. Smooth, taut, and very nearly hairless. He belonged in a showcase somewhere. Eager to claim her prize, she moved closer and placed a hand on his thigh. He intercepted her smoothly, clasping her wrist and drawing her upright. She squealed with excitement.

  “This isn’t a game, Scarlett.” His breath was hot against her ear, and she groaned.

  Taking his hand, she guided it to her mouth, slipping a finger past her lips. Sucking loudly, she ran her tongue up and down its length as he watched. For a moment, she thought he’d actually stopped breathing. A slow grin made its way across her lips as she slipped a second finger into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she nipped at his flesh, wishing the real thing were in her mouth.

  His hand shot through her hair suddenly, drawing her head back as he removed his fingers. “If you continue, there will be no turning back.”

  She knew his words were meant to warn her, but instead they electrified her. Breaking free of his hold, she flattened her palms against his chest, letting her nails dig into his skin. He groaned softly, his hand covering hers as she touched him. Lowering her mouth to his chest, she raked her teeth across the hardened flesh of his abdomen, and he growled.

  The sound delivered a powerful surge of wetness to her inner thighs. Her mouth continued to tease him, blazing a path downward. With one hand still resting against his chest, she pressed him backward, wanting him to lie down. He compromised by leaning back against the headboard, still in a position to take control if he wanted to.

  Slipping a finger beneath the waistband of his briefs, she smiled at the reflexive tightening in his belly. She was going to enjoy breaking him. Sliding the material away from his abdomen, she lowered her eyes, eager to see him in the flesh.

  “Oh!” She paused, a tiny gasp escaping her.

  Her imagination had not done him justice. His shaft lay against his belly, fully erect, and unfathomably sized. The length was well beyond average, but it was the circumference that made her clit throb. He was deliciously thick.

  Suddenly aware that she was staring, she glanced up at him and blushed. His grin was visible, even in the failing light. Indeed, he seemed rather amused by her obvious fascination. But how could she not be? Turning her attention back to his member, she found herself becoming aroused in
ways she hadn’t known possible.

  For her, the appeal of oral sex had always been the power behind it. The ability to control a man in his entirety. But now she was faced with something unexpected ‑‑ an overwhelming desire to simply feel him in her mouth. To taste him and feel the satiny texture of his skin between her lips. To explore every inch her throat could accommodate. The idea made her belly quiver.

  Completely oblivious to anything beyond her newfound desire, she bent downward and grasped his cock, guiding the tip into her mouth. Chase let out a groan, but she barely heard him. Consumed by an insatiable need to feel his length, she quickly began to devour him.

  Running her hands across his muscular hips and thighs, she dug her fingers into him, needing to feel his strength beneath her fingertips. Rolling her tongue around the tip of his erection, she flicked it back and forth until he jolted against her. She wasn’t sure who was enjoying this more ‑‑ him or her. Her inner thighs were extremely damp, slick with her own need. It was becoming difficult to stay focused, her mind subject to ongoing thoughts of driving his shaft into her aching sex.

  The idea sent her into a frenzy. Wrapping her lips tightly around his member, she began to work his shaft urgently. His fingers wound through her hair, tightening in her locks as she moved her tongue in a circular motion. Her hands covered the base of his erection, gently massaging him as her lips worked their magic.

  “Slow down, Scarlett.” His voice was hoarse.

  “No.” She purred ecstatically against his flesh.

  “It’s not a request.”

  Ignoring him, she formed a tightly shaped O with her lips and began to bob up and down his length. A deep groan rumbled through his chest, and she felt her nipples tingle with excitement. As she prepared herself for the final onslaught, he let out a growl and pulled her head away suddenly. Her demeanor was instantly sullen, her lips forming an exaggerated pout. “If you don’t like ‑‑”

  Her complaint was cut off as he got to his knees and jerked her into his arms. “Don’t play coy.” Swooping downward, his mouth covered hers quickly, branding her lips with his desire. Head spinning, she tried to get hold of her senses, to regain control of the situation. Assuming she’d ever had it to begin with.

  A powerful arm slid behind her knees, hauling her from the bed and repositioning her body. Without warning, she was suddenly flat on her back, her captor sliding his body over hers. Taking hold of her thighs, he forced her legs apart, drawing them around his waist. Digging her heels into his lower back, she smiled at the angst in his face. He was having trouble restraining himself. The idea made her squirm with delight.

  “Be still.” He grabbed her arms and forced them over her head, pinning them to the mattress.

  “Make me.” She licked her lips and gave him a saucy grin.

  His brought his face close to hers, his eyes darkening with lust. “Scarlett ‑‑” The word trailed off slowly as she arched her back and rubbed her nipples against his chest. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, his grip on her hands tightening. She could tell he was losing the battle and was eager to see it done. She was ready to be ravished.

  Lifting her head, she brought her lips to his ear. “Fuck me.”

  The whispered words sent a shudder through his body, and she bit her lip as he flexed his shoulders above her. He raised his gaze to hers, and her heart began to flutter madly. The expression in his eyes took her breath away. A combination of raging emotions and desire ‑‑ the very definition of lust. That he could want her so badly made her tremble with pleasure.

  Without a word, he placed his arousal against the slick opening of her sex. Inhaling sharply, Scarlett held her breath in anticipation. She wanted to thrust herself onto his cock and drive him inside of her, but knew he’d never allow it ‑‑ he was the one in charge here, not her.

  His hand returned to her wrist, pinning it to the mattress once more. Hazel eyes pierced her soul as he hovered above her slender frame. Shifting his hips slightly, the head of his erection breached the folds of her slick entrance, and she cried out, her lashes lowering as desire took over.

  “Look at me.” His tone was soft, yet commanding.

  Obeying him immediately, she stared at him openly, desperate for him to penetrate her at last.

  “Good girl.” He leaned forward slightly as he slid further inside of her.

  Lips parted, she raised her hips, hoping to encourage him to continue. He lowered his mouth to her neck and bit her. Gently, at first, and then harder as she began to writhe against him. Unable to control herself any longer, she thrust her pelvis upward, the walls of her pussy closing over his member.

  His reaction was blinding. Warm lips covered hers quickly, claiming her fully. There was no questioning his desire for her; an awareness which only served to arouse her further. As though possessed by a will of their own, her hips began to sway beneath his hardened body, enticing him to complete his conquest of her body. He responded by shoving her arms down to the mattress and plunging himself inside her.

  “Chase!” She cried his name aloud.

  He filled her perfectly, her arousal easing his path. As he penetrated her completely, she could already feel the start of an orgasm. Eyes widening, she couldn’t believe how easily he’d mastered her body. Clenching her vaginal muscles tightly, she did everything in her power to keep him inside of her, moaning loudly with each and every thrust. She’d never felt so alive in her entire life. Squeezing her legs around his waist, she gasped as an unfamiliar sensation began to build within her body. What had seemed like an orgasm was suddenly tripling in strength.

  “Oh, fuck…fuck!” She thrashed her head from side to side, the sensation unbearably powerful.

  Chase’s lips brushed against her shoulder before biting her sharply. Scarlett raised her hips upward, bucking wildly as he continued to ride her. Releasing her wrists suddenly, his hands slipped beneath her, anchoring his hips as he increased his pace. Her hands flew to his shoulders, desperate to draw him closer, despite their bodies already touching completely. Mewling wildly, she did everything she could to encourage him to fuck her with reckless abandon.

  “Is this what you want?” Snaking a hand through her hair, he jerked her head to the side as he drove his cock into her depths.

  Fuck, yes, that’s what she wanted. It’s what she’d been wanting from the moment he’d stolen her wine glass away from her. It’s what she’d been secretly hoping for, ever since that day at the airport. It’s what she’d been praying for, ever since he carried her out of her apartment. And it’s what she hoped she would never have to go without again.

  “Yes,” she cried aloud as her climax began.

  Her hips began to undulate as ecstasy overtook her. Body taut with need, she arched against him, climax rippling through every nerve in her being. He stiffened as she moaned beneath him, groaning loudly at his own release. Wrapping his arms around her body, he drew her against his chest and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Locked in each other’s embrace, they lay atop the bed, panting in unison.

  If this was the life of a captive, he could throw away the key.

  Chapter Twenty

  Rolling over onto her back, Scarlett covered her eyes with one hand, trying to focus on the large form at the foot of the bed.

  “Exactly what kind of holiday were you planning, Scarlett?” Chase eyed the pair of red vinyl pants dangling from his fingertips.

  Wincing in embarrassment she grabbed his pillow and covered her face. “Leave my suitcase alone,” she mumbled into the pillowcase.

  “Gladly.” He tossed the pants on top of the dresser. “Are you hungry?”

  “Famished.” She peered at him from beneath the pillow. He was already dressed, a black oxford shirt hugging his broad chest, dark blue jeans wrapped around his thighs.

  “Good. I suspect Rosalia’s preparing a small feast in your honor.” He paused and looked out the window. “They’re calling for snow. We need to get into town before the storm hit
s.”

  “Town?” She propped herself up an elbow.

  “More like a very small village, filled mostly with nuns,” he corrected himself.

  Scarlett couldn’t hide her surprise. “Nuns?”

  “Yes, nuns.” He walked to the door and stepped out into the hall. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to find suitable clothing for you. Something that won’t require a formal confession before we’re allowed to enter the monastery.”

  * * * * *

  Chase locked the door and shook his head before making his way downstairs. What was she thinking, packing a wardrobe like that? He suspected she’d packed in some teary-eyed tantrum, with the intention of repacking at the last minute. Not that he wasn’t happy to reap the benefits of her haste.

  He just wasn’t willing to share those benefits with anyone else.

  Which meant he had to find her some alternate clothing in case they stayed for Monday’s Spring Gala. The Italians were far too liberal with their expressions of admiration ‑‑ he could feel himself getting worked up just at the memory of Nico and Luca ogling her. No, if she was going to accompany him to a formal ball, she would need alternate clothing.

  Closing his eyes, he followed the aroma of Rosalia’s red sauce to the kitchen. The tiny, well-rounded woman stood over a sink, scrubbing a handful of cutlery. “Come sta, Rosalia?” He smiled as he greeted her from the doorway.

  Spinning around, the white-haired woman flashed him a brilliant smile, craning her neck to look behind him. “Dove è il vostro fiancé?”

  Chase couldn’t help chuckling at being asked where his fiancée was. His guest probably would have thrown a fit if she’d been there to hear it ‑‑ never mind the fact he’d been trying to protect her reputation when he’d told Silvio that’s what she was.