Page 5 of Black Hearts
I did everything I could to try to trick myself into falling asleep. Counting imaginary sheep, counting to one hundred, slowing my breathing, all that. Nothing I did made myself drowsy; it was like my mind had gone through too much today, it still needed time to process. I rolled onto my side, yawning. There was nothing to do but sleep in here, since I didn’t have any electricity, so I’d just wait until it came over me.
I waited, and then I waited some more. I waited until I could’ve sworn it would never come, but what would you know? Sleep finally graced my world, and the last thing I remembered before falling asleep was the desire to be in the arms of my psychotic Scott men.
I swam in the pool with Tori—or, at least, I thought I swam in the pool with Tori, but when I managed to float by myself and got so excited I screwed it up, I couldn’t find her anywhere. Which was weird. I’d never come out to swim by myself; I still wasn’t too good at it.
“Tori?” I asked, flipping around. I didn’t see anyone in the pool with me, and I was about to walk over to the edge and get out when I spun around again and saw someone sitting with his legs dangling in the pool, someone who wore a lopsided grin as he watched me, the gentleness of his expression a mask that hid his true self.
Will.
I walked over to where he sat, noting how he didn’t roll up his jeans; he simply stuck them in the water, getting them wet. His hazel eyes watched me with something I could only describe as amusement, the grin on his handsome face welcoming.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he whispered, and then he lifted his feet out of the water and offered me his hand, uncaring that his bottom half was soaked. “Come on,” he added when I didn’t take his hand right away. “The others are waiting for you, too.”
The others? Who was he… wasn’t I looking for someone before this? I couldn’t even remember, but as I gazed up at him, I knew it didn’t matter anymore. I knew it in my gut, and so I lifted an arm out of the water and slipped my hand into his. His fingers curled around me, and with his help, I was heaved out of the pool.
Will’s hand didn’t let go of mine once I stood on my own two feet, and he studied me with a renewed agency. “Let’s go. They’re waiting.” Still smiling, he pulled me along. We went into the large mansion, the Scott house that surrounded the pool… right into the basement.
That was weird, wasn’t it?
Down a long hall, wearing nothing but my bathing suit—although, now that I was thinking about it, I wasn’t wet anymore. My suit, my hair; everything was completely dry, much like Will’s pants. Will kept ahold of my hand as we walked along, side by side. I didn’t care that we passed multiple windows, nor that the windows looked into rooms that were splattered in bright red.
No, for the first time ever, I didn’t care about the blood or about what happened here. I only cared that I was with him, and soon enough that I’d be with the others.
I was about to ask Will where we were going, but I didn’t get the chance, for right then we suddenly reached the end of the hall, a strange-looking door before us. A door I could’ve sworn I’d seen somewhere else… somewhere that wasn’t here.
The door to the basement in Daddy’s house.
I didn’t want to go in, but Will was reaching for it before I could stop him. I opened my mouth to scream, to tell him to stop, but it was too late; the door swung open, and he pulled me along, walking inside.
It didn’t lead to the place I wasn’t supposed to be. Instead, it led straight to my bedroom here at the Scott estate, where a group of men waited for me. Jaxon, Theo, and Bennet all stood there, near the window, the sunlight kissing their skin. They turned to face me the moment we entered, and each of them wore a smile, even Bennet.
I was too happy to see them to realize how weird it was that Bennet smiled at me, too content with them being near to piece it together. Will led me to the bed and told me to lay down.
“But my bathing suit,” I started.
“What bathing suit?” Will asked, his gaze twinkling with amusement, something he did when he thought I was being cute. He chuckled when I looked down and saw that I was naked, no bathing suit to be seen.
Huh. I didn’t remember taking it off… but then again, I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten here to begin with.
I stood there, naked as ever, before Will, Jaxon, Theo, and Bennet. They’d moved away from the window, crowding around my bed. Will still stood the closest to me, and yet I swore I could feel each and every one of their eyes on me, the tension in the room palpable.
They wanted me. They wanted me more than anything else in the world, and as I moved my gaze between them, my whole body heated up in what I could only describe as hunger. Pure, undiluted hunger and lust for the men that had claimed my heart and made me theirs.
And so I did what Will suggested: I crawled onto the bed, laying down on my back with a sigh. Everything that happened next happened so fast, it was difficult for my mind to process it. The bed bounced with each of their additions, all of the men crawling on top of it after me. Their hands found me, touched me all over, roamed every inch of my skin from my feet to my neck. Soft and gentle combined with rough and hard; I could tell whose hand it was by how they touched me, even with my eyes closed.
Will’s hands were soft, and yet behind their initial touch, there was a hidden strength, a firm possessiveness. Jaxon’s hands were confident in how they touched me, claiming me without words, as if I’d belonged to him all along. Bennet was rough and demanding, almost touching me too hard. And Theo’s? I think we all knew that Theo’s touch was the most hesitant and the most gentle.
And yet, as different as they all were, they each made my body and my mind go crazy. Totally and absolutely crazy; all logical thoughts vanished from my brain. I didn’t know how I’d gotten here, and it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that I was here with them, and I was as at peace as I could be.
Worked up, horny, but still at peace.
First it was their hands, and then it was their mouths. My body went into sensation overload when I felt multiple mouths kiss my neck, my collarbone, my chest and even my thighs. Every part of me was covered, and I wished this feeling would never end. Being so wanted, so loved; it was the only thing I craved. There was nothing better than this.
I cracked open my eyelids when I heard the bed rustle, when the hands and mouths left my body and stopped showering me with endless pleasure. I saw another figure standing at the foot of the bed, frowning at us.
Markus.
He wore an all-black suit, the only hint of color his tie, and that was a deep, ungodly maroon hue, the color only the devil himself would wear. His square jaw held stubble, his black hair slicked back. His posture was perfect—although every part of him was perfect. Always so well-dressed, so put together, everything any man could ever aspire to be. Handsome and deadly, a man who never took no for an answer, the man who was a cut above the rest.
