Kellin followed suit, grunting with satisfaction as he thrust into me, his cum merging with mine in a delicious burst of heat and overwhelming euphoria. As we collapsed against each other, panting, I felt the weight of our actions settle heavily on my chest. The thrill of the moment faded, and reality crept back in—two patients tangled between the lines of professionalism and pleasurable chaos all for selfish reasons.
"I get out today, Scarlett," Kellin says softly, his tone changing like night and day.
He tries to hold onto me, keep me on his lap, but I break out of his grasp and return to my desk, knowing it's time to remind him who's in charge. I put my hair up with a clip and put my glasses on, leaning back in my chair.
"I know. I'll see you at eight, don't forget," I remind him, giving him my most devious smirk.
Kellin's struggled with getting those dark, depraved thoughts out of his head, so I've helped him embrace them, knowing I'll be able to take care of him. Just like Hunter, I helped mold Kellin the way that I wanted him too.
The weight of my words hung heavily in the air between us, and as I glanced at Kellin, I could see the determination etched into his features. The transformation I had orchestrated in him would soon culminate in something far darker than what our recent encounter had hinted at. I knew I had carefully chosen the path we were on, one where I would lead them both into an exhilarating spiral of chaos wrapped in pleasure.
His pierced brow furrowed slightly, the edge of danger flickering in his eyes as he seemed to absorb everything I’d just said. It wasn’t just that he was getting out today; it was what lay ahead for both him and Hunter. The fragile balance we’d created was sitting on the precipice of falling into the abyss of our collective desires.
“Scarlett, we can’t keep doing this,” he blurted out, though there was an exciting spark in his voice, an undertone that barely concealed the thrill he felt. “You of all people should know what the stakes are.”
I tilted my head, giving him a challenging smile. “And what if I want those stakes to be higher?” I leaned back in my chair, fingers tenting under my chin as I watched him, my gaze unwavering. “What if this is exactly what I crave? You see, the truth is, you and Hunter are both vital pieces of a very intricategame, and you're not the only ones. You think you understand it, but you don’t.”
Kellin’s breath hitched—a mix of trepidation and intrigue. The way I had molded both men had left them uncertain, yet hungry for more, and that only excited me further.
“So what’s the next move, Scarlett?” he asked, his voice dropping low as he leaned closer, tension coiling around us like a snake ready to strike.
“Tonight, you all meet,” I said coolly, my heart racing at the thought of what we could unleash together. “We’ll set the groundwork for something none of you could have imagined before. I know what you all want… and I'm going to help you achieve it.”
Kellin’s hesitation melted away, replaced by that fiery intensity I craved. “Mixing our dark sides with something more… strategic. I like the sound of that.” A devilish grin crept onto his face, clearly relishing the dangerous game ahead, fully surrendering to the mere idea of unleashing his demons with me at his side.
“You’ll see just how thrilling it can be,” I said, fidgeting with the pen on my desk, heart racing as visions of the night danced in my head. The power dynamics, the chaos, and the lust swirling around the three of us—it would be intoxicating.
“So, what’s your angle?” he pressed, the intrigue deepening his tone. “What do you want us to do?”
“You'll discover your limits and each other's, and push them. I'll be there to guide you.”
His gaze pierced through me, a wicked thrill reflected in his brown eyes. “And if deep down we’re completely lost? If we can’t handle it?”
“Then I’ll be right there to catch you—always.” I paused a moment, letting the words settle in, drawing from theundeniable connection that thrummed between us. “But you need to trust me. Trust the plan.”
“I won’t let you down,” he said, and there was a primal promise within it, a pledge that sent a shiver of excitement down my spine.
Kellin, although he looked all mean and dangerous, he wasn't. Not as dangerous as he seemed anyway. He was in for money laundering and hacking, got fifteen years for it. Looks can be deceiving though, and with Kellin, he still had that dark part of him that he always wanted to unleash.
Out of the two, Hunter was the dominant one, the one who would most definitely call the shots. But putting all four of them together, I knew it would be curious to see which one would be the alpha. My money was on Hunter, but I was biased.
As we fell into inching closer, our intentions sinister yet blissfully exhilarating, we both felt it—the pulling call of the unknown, the promise of darkness and pleasure bound together. The clock was ticking towards the rendezvous. Tonight, the three of us would ascend toward something uncharted and twisted.
“And just so you know,” I added playfully, “you better bring that ferocity of yours to the table when we meet.”
“Always,” Kellin answered, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling mixture of anticipation and hunger.
As he got up from his seat, I savored the moment, watching the wicked darkness wrap around him like a cloak. Just as Hunter brought that rush of danger into my life, Kellin became an extension of that—an ally I had shaped into a warrior of desire. Yet beneath the surface, a sense of inevitability loomed—another game unfolding where the stakes were high, and the consequences could be deadly, both for us and for others.
“Meeting at eight, then,” he said, sauntering toward the door, leaving me alone with my turbulent thoughts and a smirk that hinted at the chaos awaiting us.
I turned to look out the window, rain splattering against the glass like a drumroll heralding a storm, thick with possibility. I was ready to unleash the true extent of our desires. Little did they know, I had plans upon plans—something that had been brewing in my mind.
Tonight, we would break free from the confines of our previous lives and create something that would shift the very foundation of our existence. Let the storm rage on. The world outside had no idea what was coming for it. The church, the five of us—this was just the beginning.
3
Craving Control
