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I won’t have answers to those questions now, but at least I can teach Scarlet a lesson and hopefully piss Ren off in the process. Scarlet needs to understand the kind of power I have over her.
Standing up, I move right up to the bars until my body is pressed to the cool iron. “Come here,” I coax. “I wanna kiss you.”
Scarlet’s full lips pull up in a lopsided grin as she gets up from her chair and closes the distance between us. Her body is so close now I can feel the heat radiating off of her. She brings up her slender hand and weaves it through the bars, cupping my cheek like it belongs there.
I have to fight the instinct not to slap her hand away from me. Instead, I’m leaning into her touch and placing my hand over hers. She pulls me closer, urging my face to meet hers.
Our lips touch, first softly, then with an urgency I didn’t expect. My body comes to life, electricity flowing through me like a lightning storm. Her lips move against mine passionately, her tongue softly begging for entry, which I grant happily.
For a moment, I forget where I am, and what I’m doing here, and simply enjoy her closeness. I never enjoy anything; the thought of revenge, pain, and suffering is all I’ve known… until now.
Scarlet moans softly, pressing her body closer to mine until there is no space between us. My cock is painfully hard, pushing against her warm dress. I want nothing more than to rip that dress off her body and fuck her senseless, but then I remember I’m in a fucking cell, a prison her father put me in, that she put me in.
In an instant, my mind is clear, and I shove the moment of unforeseen happiness away so I can invite the darkness back into my soul.
I move my hand to her wrist where I take a hold of it before she can pull away. She breaks the kiss with a gasp when I tighten my grip painfully. I weave my other hand through the iron bars to grab a hold of her hip, keeping her in place just where I want her.
“What are you doing?”
“Teaching you a lesson,Angel,” I taunt.
“River…You won’t hurt me,” Scarlet says with her chin tipped up like she is confident about her answer.
“You are right, this won’t hurt, at least not you.”
15
SCARLET
“What do you mean, at least not me?” I question, trying my best to keep my voice even.
“If you behave, this might actually feel good for you.”
“What…” My next question dissipates into thin air when his hand moves from my hip to the hem of my skirt and disappears beneath it. His fingers brush against my inner thigh, his rough skin meets my softer one and butterflies take off in my stomach.
I’m frozen, my feet cemented to the ground as he dips his fingers into my panties. I want to tell him to stop, but my throat is clogged up, my mouth dry and my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth. Who am I kidding? I don’t want him to stop. Is that so wrong of me? This is still my Ren, no matter what, and I always want him.
His fingers delve into my folds, rubbing over my sensitive clit, making me bite into my lip so I won’t moan.
“I was right. You do like this. You like being Ren’s angel, but you also like being my little slut.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and press my lips together, unwilling to admit that I do like him calling me that. And I definitelylike how he is rubbing circles over the small bundle of nerves between my legs.
My pussy grows wetter with each stroke, letting his fingers slide over my sensitive flesh with ease. Shifting my stance, I part my thighs slightly, giving him better access.
“Look at you being my good little whore. Spreading your legs for me like a slut. You like being my sex toy, letting me use you anywhere and anyway I want,” River says in a husky voice. This time I can’t help but moan, making him chuckle in response.
“Say it… say you like being my slut,” he orders as he dips one of his fingers deep inside of me, reaching that special spot that sets my core ablaze.
Shaking my head, I keep my eyes closed, being too much of a coward to look at him while he fingers me.
“Say it or I’ll stop,” he threatens, and I know he is serious too, already pulling the finger from my pussy.
“I like… I like being your slut,” I blurt out, forcing the words past the giant lump in my throat.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Now open your eyes and look at me when you come all over my hand.”
“Ugh! Please don’t make me,” I beg. “Please.”
