by Bella J.
“Scarlet,” he murmured against the skin of her neck, and then gripped her waist, pulling her hips back as he started to thrust his cock between her legs. “Forgive me, but I can’t help myself. Seeing you like this, it’s euphoric.”
When he pushed her panties to the side and she felt the head of his cock searching for her entrance, she couldn’t help but push her hips out even further.
“Aren’t you the greedy little pet?” He started to wind her hair around his fist. “This time I want you to answer me. Do you want my cock?”
“Yes, master.”
“Do you need my cock?”
God, he was torturing her.
“Yes, master.”
“Then you’d better keep those hips still, or I won’t give you what you need.”
He continued to thrust and she felt his cock move against her slit. It took every ounce of self-control for her to stay still, to not move her hips, to let him thrust inside her rather than just against her.
“Now,” he started before jerking her head back by her hair, “you’re not allowed to come until I tell you to. Do you understand me?”
She just nodded, unable to speak, her mind a complete mess of desire, need, and twisted lust.
Another hard jerk, and she gasped.
“Answer me, pet.”
“Yes, master. I understand.”
He let go of her hair, placed a palm on her waist, and reached between them with his other hand. “Give me those hips, pet. Spread wide for me.”
Like a damn reflex, she did what he commanded, and then he gave her what she needed—every goddamn inch—he gave her his all. He filled her to fucking brim, and she had never felt so full, so utterly consumed by one man before.
Scarlet moaned, her mouth formed in the perfect O. Hunter growled in her ear and gripped her hips tighter while he reared back and pushed forward again. The chains rattled above her, and the spreader-bar shifted slightly from the force.
The pleasure, the sensation, and the way he felt inside her was so fucking intense, she wrapped her hands around the chains and gripped it tight. Her head fell back and she arched her body as much as she could, wanting him to gain more access. She needed more of him—harder, deeper.
His hand was back inside her panties, touching her exactly like she needed to be touched, and she knew she was seconds away from bursting at the seams.
“Master, I’m going to—”
“Not yet,” he ordered, his voice a deep, carnal roar in her ears.
His hand glided up her arm until he wrapped his hand around hers over the chain, his chest flat against her back. The warmth of his skin seeped through hers, and it just added more fuel to the fire inside her core. There was a storm raging inside her, waves crashing against every bone of her body, churning violently as Hunter continued to flex behind her. Every time they were together like this, it was intoxicating. But now, this time, it was fucking powerful—thunderous.
She felt his lips brush against her ear. “Do you trust me, Scar?” he whispered.
“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate for a second.
And then he pulled off the blindfold. When she opened her eyes, she looked directly at Rex, sitting in his chair with his cock down Piper’s throat. Her head was bobbing up and down, Rex’s hand firmly fisted in her blonde hair while he kept his eyes locked on Scarlet.
Holy shit. It wasn’t supposed to turn her on like this, but it did. Seeing Rex get off on what she and Hunter were doing, it was so fucking dirty, yet so sensual at the same damn time.
“Embrace it, Scar. Watch them—watch him while he gets off on seeing me fuck you.”
It was too much. Everything was just too damn much, and she could feel her body climbing, her insides coiling tighter and tighter as she felt her pleasure slowly move down her spine, readying to erupt.
“Master, I’m going to come.”
“Not before Rex does,” Hunter commanded. “Do not take your eyes off him.”
Scarlet bit her lower lip hard, struggling against the pleasure threatening to make her fail—to fuck this all up.
She watched as Piper licked and sucked Rex’s cock, the way his eyes became more hooded with every stroke. When he started to flex his hips, pushing Piper’s head lower, forcing her to take more of him inside her mouth, Scarlet knew he was close.
Hunter continued to pound into her from behind, the sound of skin slapping together filling the dining room like a damn Rihanna song.
Deeper, harder, faster Hunter went, filling her over and over and over again…until she knew there was no way she would be able to hold on any longer.
And then Rex moaned with an intense hedonistic look in his eyes. And the way Piper gagged, struggling to breathe, Scarlet knew Rex just came down Piper’s throat.
Hunter pulled out of her completely, before slamming right back in to her, the chains rattling above them.
“Now, Scar. Come for me, kitten.”
And then the last huge wave crashed inside her, her entire body quivering with the force. Her soul, her mind, her body, everything shattered into a million pieces of decadent pleasure as ecstasy pulsed through her veins, all the while keeping her eyes locked on Rex’s.
Hunter pulled his hand out of her panties and reached up, now holding both her hands in his. Harder and faster he moved, thrusting inside her, stretching her, pushing her body even further, milking every last drop of pleasure out of her. By the way she felt his cock start to pulse inside her, she knew he was there. He was right there at the edge along with her.
Scarlet couldn’t stop herself. The moment was just too damn powerful for her to stop the words from spilling out. “I love you, Hunter.”
The second those words left her mouth, she looked at Rex, but he was too busy making sure Piper swallowed every last drop he had just given her to even realize what Scarlet had just said.
“Fuck.” A growl rolled out of his mouth and he pushed deeper when she felt him shoot his soul right into her. “Jesus, Scarlet.” He brushed her hair over her neck and placed his lips right against her ear and whispered, “I love you so fucking much.”
It was dirty, it was twisted, but it was fucking powerful.
She felt him relax behind her as his pleasure subsided, the remnants of his release gushing down her thighs. By now she was no longer trying to keep herself up, but gave all her weight to the chains she was bound to.
Hunter pulled out and moved around her. His green eyes were intense, bright, and completely mesmerizing. He took her face between his hands and kissed her like it was the last thing he would ever do.
There was no more pretending, no more playing games for Rex’s amusement. This was Hunter sealing that one powerful moment by kissing her fiercely, claiming her unapologetically.
His lips were soft, yet his kiss was unyielding—his touch gentle, but his ownership over her was unquestionable.
“You are mine, Scarlet,” he said with his lips hovering over hers. “And I am never letting you go.”
Chapter 24
Hunter stared into Scarlet’s blue eyes and felt like the richest man on the fucking planet. He had her. He had all of her, which was worth more than any silver or gold. When he heard her say those words, heard her confess her love for him, he wanted to fall to his fucking knees and thank whichever deity was up there listening.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered while softly stroking her cheek with his thumb.
She smiled, but he could see she was physically and mentally exhausted.
“Let her down,” he ordered over his shoulder. “Now.”
Rex lifted Piper’s head by her hair. “Let her down.”
Piper scrambled to her feet, her eyes filled with tears—probably from gagging on Rex’s cock for the last twenty minutes.
First, the girl unlocked Scarlet’s ankles from the spreader bar. But when she went for the cuffs around Scarlet’s wrists, she was shaking too much, unable to turn the key in the lock of the cuffs. It was so fucking annoying that it
had Hunter reaching up and grabbing it from her hand.
“I’ll do it.”
Hunter unlocked the one cuff then slowly eased her arm down, before doing the same with the other.
In a hurry, he grabbed his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. And then Scarlet’s legs gave out under her. He caught her and lifted her off the ground, cradling her in his arms.
He turned to face Rex. “We are done here.”
Rex smiled. “Indeed, we are.” He zipped up his pants. “There’s just one more matter of business we need to attend to.”
Hunter glared holes into the fucker’s skull. “I’m not playing your goddamn games anymore. She’s exhausted, and has been traumatized enough.” He tightened his hold around her.
Rex got up from the chair. “I agree. And it’s clear to me that she does, in fact, belong to you. But our honor code clearly states that when the property of a master has been tarnished by another, the penalty is death.”
“What?”
Rex lifted a dark brow and held his hand out, indicating for the rifle goon to hand him a drink. “Brent. He took something from you, and now you need to take something from him.” He lifted his drink to his mouth and smiled wickedly. “His life.”
God forgive him, but Hunter suddenly liked this asshole.
A racket came from outside the dining room, and suddenly the doors burst open. Brent came rushing through, his freaky eyes glaring at Hunter holding Scarlet in his arms.
“Put her down, she belongs to me.”
“The fuck she does.” Hunter wanted to rip out the fucker’s heart so badly, but he didn’t want to put Scarlet down either.
“Ah, Brent,” Rex started. “We were just talking about you.”
“What is going on here, Rex? She is mine. You know she belongs to me, yet you let this man put his hands on her?” Brent shot Hunter an intimidating stare, but Hunter couldn’t give a fuck.
“On the contrary, my friend, it is now my opinion that Scarlet, in fact, does not belong to you, but to Hunter here.”
Brent looked like an artery was about to pop inside his head. “What the fuck? Are you serious? Rex, you know me. You and I, we have come a long way.”
Rex sauntered over to his seat with his glass of whiskey, the epitome of calmness. “True. But as all things in life, good things have to come to an end sometime or another, wouldn’t you agree?”
Brent rushed toward him. “What are you doing, Rex?”
That was exactly what Hunter wanted to know. He glanced at James, and James just shrugged, also unsure of what was happening.
Rex swirled the amber liquid in his glass. “Brent, you took something that did not belong to you. Do you know the punishment for such a crime?”
Brent remained silent, frozen to the spot. And then he burst out laughing—an evil, malevolent, crazy-ass laugh that sent chills down Hunter’s spine.
“Punishment? Crime? Are you serious? Rex, this is our life. Our life consists of punishments and fucking crimes. And since when have you taken the code seriously? Huh? Since the day you ordered me to put a bullet through your father’s head?”
Rex’s expression turned to stone, his blue eyes no longer calm, but a raging storm threatening to capsize everything in its path.
“Excuse me?” He hissed at Brent. When he stood up from the chair, Brent seemed to shrink as his shoulders sagged. “How dare you speak to me in such a disrespectful manner.”
Brent gave a step back. “And how dare you betray our friendship. How dare you dictate what is allowed and what is not. I had her long before he did. She became mine years ago, and according to the code, whoever lays claim on property first is the rightful owner.”
Rex continued forward while Brent tried to cower away. “How dare I?” Rex mocked. “I’m the motherfucking king, Brent. I’m the fucking joker in this deck of cards. Here, I make the rules, and no one can say shit about it. You either play the game how I say it should be played, or you don’t fucking play at all.”
Brent’s back hit the dining table and he straightened. “So, what, you’re going to kill me now?”
Rex grinned, his eyes showcasing his wicked intentions. “No.” Then he pointed toward Hunter. “But he is.”
Again, if it was any other day, under any other circumstances, Hunter would have said, “Fuck this shit, I’m out.” But it was today, it was under current circumstances. And the current circumstances had Hunter wanting to watch Brent take his last goddamn breath.
Hunter walked toward James, and gently handed Scarlet over to him.
“Ace, what are you doing?” She stared at him with worry in her eyes, but he brushed his hand over her cheek.
“I love you, Scar. And I’m doing this for you.”
He turned around and walked to where Rex and Brent stood. He didn’t say a word. There was nothing to say. Hunter knew what had to be done, and God help him, he was going to enjoy doing it.
With long, slow strides, he walked straight up to Brent. Rex just calmly moved to the side, and the second Hunter came close enough, he punched Brent in the face so hard, blood spat from his mouth and landed on the laminated floors. The dining room floor now had three different blood types splattered all over it, and it looked like a scene out of a Saw movie.
Brent tried to land a punch himself, but Hunter was too consumed with bloodlust, too possessed by his need for revenge. He wanted to see Brent bleed. He wanted to hear Brent wail from pain that Hunter was inflicting. The monster inside Hunter craved to see justice served—justice for his woman. And the only justice good enough for her would be death.
From the corner of his eye, Hunter saw Rex grab the chains still hanging from the ceiling. Hunter grabbed Brent by the shoulders and shoved him toward Rex.
Brent struggled, not making it easy for them to get the cuffs on his wrists. But alas, he was no match for them.
“So how does it feel now, asshole?” Hunter slanted his head to the side as he watched Brent with intent, blood dripping from his mouth and nose. “How does it feel to be the one who’s bound, helpless, and experiencing the fear of not knowing what’s going to happen next?”
Brent seemed like he wanted to open his mouth, but Hunter shut it with another fist to the jaw. More blood spat out of Brent’s mouth, and Hunter relished the sight. It was liberating not feeling anything as he watched Brent bleed. So he punched him again…and again…until his fists were coated in Brent’s blood. But it wasn’t enough—it wasn’t fucking red enough.
Inside his mind, Hunter forced himself to think of the images he had painted—images of Scarlet, young and innocent, scared beyond comprehension at what this man was doing to her. Bound and gagged, raped over and over again, her soul destroyed beyond repair. Hunter forced those images inside his head so they could fuel his anger, feed the monster, and give him strength.
For a second he stopped beating Brent to catch his breath, and searched around him, for something, anything he could use.
“Here,” Rex said, and Hunter looked up. Rex was holding out a knife in the palm of his hand, smiling wickedly at him. Something told Hunter he was playing right into Rex’s hands. Killing Brent was exactly what Rex wanted him to do—but Hunter didn’t give a fuck if he was doing the devil a favor. He just wanted to punish Brent, make him pay for what he did to Scarlet…and Blue.
Hunter glanced at James and Scarlet. James made no attempt to stop him…and neither did Scarlet. Everyone inside the room knew it had to be done.
When Hunter spun around, he tore open Brent’s shirt, exposing the flesh he wanted to tear apart.
He placed the cold blade against Brent’s chest, and Brent sucked in a breath. Hunter could hear the bastard’s heart beating, and he loved the stench of fear the fucker reeked of.
“It doesn’t feel so good, does it? Being helpless.”
Hunter twisted the blade and pushed it down into Brent’s flesh. Cocking his head to the side, he watched the blood pool around the blade, a drop slowly trickling down Brent�
��s chest. He pulled the knife down, slowly, inch by inch ripping through the flesh, more red seeping from the demon’s body. Brent groaned, his jaw clenched, as he tried to swallow his own cries, but Hunter pushed the blade deeper until Brent could no longer contain it. He screamed out in pain as Hunter neared his navel, blood already dripping down to the floor.
It still wasn’t enough.
Glancing over his shoulder to Scarlet still safely in James’s arms, he knew she would indicate when it was enough. The hardness in her eyes was proof enough for Hunter that she felt absolutely no compassion toward Brent, which meant Hunter could continue.
Hunter removed the blade from Brent’s skin, his glare aimed at the bastard in front of him. And then he spat on the son of a bitch’s face right before stabbing the blade into his thigh. Hunter felt the blade hit bone, and Brent howled, screaming with his face contorted in pain. It sent a wave of satisfaction through Hunter’s chest, something he had never experienced before. It was euphoric watching the man who had stolen everything from Scarlet sob and scream in agony. This was justice. This was revenge. And this was everything this motherfucker deserved.
With the flick of his wrist, Hunter tore the blade through more skin before pulling it out.
Blood was dripping from the blade, down Hunter’s hand and wrist.
“Please,” Brent started to sob. “Please stop.”
Hunter tilted his head to the side. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
“Please stop,” Brent whispered between his cries.
“Did you stop when she begged you to stop?” Hunter pointed the blade in Scarlet’s direction, but didn’t take his eyes off Brent. “Did you fucking stop when she pleaded for you to? No! No, you didn’t. So why the fuck should I stop?”
Hunter stabbed the knife straight into Brent’s side, feeling it penetrate his flesh, giving Hunter a thrill of pure satisfaction. Brent screamed and started to sob, his head hanging down, his body bleeding as if it was expelling all the evil he had in him. All the while the only picture Hunter saw in his head was Brent crouched over Scarlet while she was chained to the dining room table, licking that slimy fucking tongue up her leg.