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“You’re right here with me,” he answers, and I rise up on my knees until only his tip remains before slamming back down on his length. “Fuck,” he grunts, fingers bruising my waist as he fills me up.
“Where. Am. I. Emmett?” I bite out, short, fast thrusts in-between each word as I bounce on his lap, my nipples brushing against his chest.
“Fuck, Snowflake. You’re right here in my arms, where you’re supposed to be,” he growls, grabbing my waist in a punishing hold as he controls my movements, and I let him, sinking my nails into his shoulders and enjoying the ride of my life.
Sweat clings to my skin, trailing down my spine as we fuck, claw, and take from each other until there’s nothing left to give.
“Come for me, Scarlett. Mark me as yours. Show me exactly where you are.”
My movements become jagged, my limbs screaming with exhaustion as I slam down on him once again, only this time I grind my core, brushing my clit against him for the most exquisite friction, before falling apart.
Head flung back, a slow groan parting my lips as my skin heats from head to toe, I feel every crash of my orgasm as it claims me. Emmett’s brutal grip on my waist eases as he holds me in place, his cock pulsing his release inside of me.
Spent, I rest my forehead against his shoulder.
We’re nowhere near done with the mess determined to bring us down, but with a moment of solace comes an unwavering and unbreakable connection. Ours.
He’s my Viking and I’m his Snowflake.
But above all else, he knows it. I’m his good girl.
FOUR
Scarlett
My entire bodyaches as I tiptoe out of Emmett’s room, not wanting to disturb him after we passed out from fucking so hard. As much as I want to lie with him all day, the grumbles coming from my stomach tell me I’ve been there long enough. At least the ache between my thighs is for the most worthy reason, everything else is just a reminder of yesterday. Or was it the day before? I can’t remember at this point. It’s all merging into one.
The coast is clear as I cut across the hall into my room and lock it. Being in one of my men’s beds is different than being in my room alone, especially with Declan and Graham here. It’s no longer as safe as it was, but as long as I know that, I can be alert and on guard. Forgetting could cost me dearly, and I refuse to lose anything else.
Leaning back against my door for a second, I make sure no one is in here. I probably should have done thatbeforelocking the damn door. What does catch my attention, however, makes my heart stop as my spine stiffens.
Bags are placed neatly on my made bed, the brands familiar as I recall my shopping trip with Emily and Duffer in tow. Taking cautious steps toward them like they’re a ticking time bomb, I catch a glimpse of the items inside. T-shirts from the first store Emily dragged me into, and piles upon piles of lingerie in every color, material, design, and fit.
Someone must have retrieved them from the back of the SUV I brought home.
Fuck.
Swiping a hand down my face, I feel a pang in my chest. A loss so profound it catches me completely unaware. He’s the one good memory from my childhood and I had to watch him die.
My stomach grumbles, irritating me as my mind saddens, but I exhale and reach for the first bag, trying to get through the overwhelming emotions attacking me.
Eyeing the new options I purchased, I pick the charcoal-gray frayed tee. The big decision will be my underwear, but as I flick through the bags, my attention is pulled once more to what happened to Duffer as I take in the specks of dried blood splatter on the bag.
Despite myself, I reach out and run my thumb over the dried crimson stains, my heart aching for it all to stop. A lump forms in my throat, my emotions cloud my vision with unshed tears, and I take a step back.
I’m not doing this. I’m not breaking. Not now or ever. But most definitely not when there are people around here that I don’t trust.
He wouldn’t want me to crumble, he would want vengeance. Duffer didn’t die for nothing. I refuse for that to be the case. I refuse to forget him.
Taking a deep, calming breath, with my mind fixated on determination and food, I get dressed in a lilac lingerie set, my new tee, and a pair of cut-off shorts from my duffel bag. Raking my fingers through my hair, I pile it into a bun.
Once my combat boots are laced up my ankles, I head for the door, my stomach playing an orchestra in my gut as I unlock the latch and step out into the hall. My pace and stride is halted as I bump into a hard chest, but the whiskey barrel scent that envelops me instantly tells me it’s not one of my Ruthless Brothers.
“Hey, Scar, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
My teeth clench at the sound of Declan’s voice. I keep my facial expression neutral as he reaches around me to try and grab my door handle but I click it shut behind me. One swift move, though, and he has me caged in.
Fucker.
