Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
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 definitely like 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.”
River lets go of my wrist, knowing damn well I’m not going anywhere now. With his free hand, he grabs hold of my hair, forcing my head back. His lips are only inches from mine, his minty breath fans over my face.
“Open your eyes,” he orders again. This time his voice is a bit sharper.
Not wanting him to stop, I force my eyes open and let my gaze connect with his stormy one. His eyes are filled with lust and a darkness I didn’t know I craved until this moment.
“Good slut.” A sinister smirk forms on his lips. “Your cunt is so fucking wet for me. If these bars weren’t between us, I would fuck you senseless. I would bend you over and fuck you from behind until you scream my name. Tell me, has Ren fucked your ass yet? I bet you would like that too, getting railed in that tight forbidden hole.”
I’m not sure what exactly sets me off, his finger pressing against my clit, his intense gaze pinning me, or his dirty talk alone. No matter what the cause, I come suddenly and hard. So hard I have to lean against the iron bars for support.
“Oh, my god.” I throw my head back, letting pleasure run through every vein of my body until my muscles are sore and slack.
I am still in a daze of post orgasm happiness when River suddenly shoves me away. I stumble backward, almost falling on my ass in the process. I somehow manage to regain stability. Looking around, disoriented, I realize why he pushed me away.
Down the hall, Dr. Stone is walking in our direction. I glance back at River, who has a big smile plastered on his face. He looks right at me as he brings his glistening fingers to his mouth and wraps his lips around them to suck them clean. I gulp, not understanding why this turns me on so much. Is there something wrong with me?
“Good morning,” Dr. Stone greets when she gets closer. “Everything okay? You look a bit… flushed.”
“I’m fine,” I say, a little too fast and too loud.
Get it together.
I brush my hands down my dress, making sure everything is back in place before I take my seat once more.
“Dr. Stone, meet River,” I introduce them like he is a whole new person she’s never met.
“River, it’s nice to meet you. Would you guys like to finish your breakfast? I can come back in twenty minutes.”