Page 28 of Psycho Saints

When push came to shove, how many of us were capable of spilling blood for those we loved?

I spent the day with Tyrone, trying on clothes in high-end boutiques I'd never dreamed of entering before. I could only imagine what his response would be if I requested to go to a thrift shop.

He insisted on purchasing entire outfits, from bras to shoes, sparing no expense. I wound up with sneakers, heels, underwear sets, and so much more, bags being piled into the car by our driver and bodyguard.

He requested I give him a show with every outfit, although I'd argued the underwear sets, and he'd begrudgingly allowed me not to flaunt them for him until our last boutique for the day.

I stared at my reflection, the lacy baby-pink set something I wouldn't have tired on, but Tyrone had selected it, his expression masked as he'd requested I try it on.

I wouldn't lie, it did look quite cute on, the push-up effect of the bra working wonders for me.

The rustle of the curtain had my gaze snapping to the figure peering in as I instinctively covered myself feebly. Tyrone's brow arched as his gaze trailed over me.

"You shouldn't be sneaking a look. Close the curtain," I said, my voice steadier than I felt as my heart skipped a beat.

He didn't. Instead, he stepped into the small area, the space shrinking around his imposing figure as he closed it behind him. His dark eyes roved over me with an intensity that set my nerves alight. "I knew you'd look good in pink," he said, his voice low as his hand caught my cheek. "Now stop hiding yourself from me." His other hand was soft as he guided my hand away from covering myself, revealing my rather bare body to him.

"There, much better," he breathed as he stared down at me, his lip quirking as heat flared through me. He shouldn't have had such an effect on me, but I couldn't control how I reacted to the desire burning in his eyes.

"I'm glad you like it, I should probably get dress-"

Before I could even finish my sentence, he pinned me to the mirror, the cool glass at my back stark against the heat of his body. His lips claimed mine in a fierce, possessive kiss that seared through me. "I want you, Scarlet," he groaned against my lips as he ground against me. It was making me quiver as my own need made itself known.

"You're mine," he growled as his hand moved to tangle in my hair, angling my head so he could kiss my neck.

His other hand trailed down my side, his fingers tracing the lace edge of my panties. A single finger hooked into the delicate fabric, grazing over my pubic bone as his lips suckled on my neck. I was acutely aware of the wetness already blooming between my legs.

His finger glided down, glossing over that sweet spot and making me quiver. This elicited a low groan from him as his teeth grazed my neck.

"You like that, don't you?" he breathed before sucking softly on my neck. I could feel the mark he was going to leave there, but I was too caught up in the way his fingers deftly worked my clit. My body throbbed and ached, desperate for more in this moment, but I was at his mercy as he continued to tease me. I was a shaking mess in moments, desire coiling tightly within me, begging for release. I wanted him inside me, to feel the fullness of him, the completion of that connection. But he had other plans.

With a gentle but firm pressure, he guided me to my knees. The plush carpet beneath softened the impact, but the command in his voice was unyielding. "I want to feel your mouth," he said, his eyes locked on mine as he freed himself from his pants. "Touch yourself until you finish."

I obeyed, the sinful nature of this entire situation only fueling me on. I slipped my hand between my thighs as I took him into my mouth. The dual sensations of his hardness against my tongue and my own fingers working in rhythm were intoxicating. I was aching, throbbing, my body quivering on the edge of release.

"Fuck, that's it, that's my good girl," he hissed, his voice a low rumble as his fingers threaded through my hair, fisting tightly. The sting of pain where his grip tightened only heightened the intensity of the moment. He held me in place, his control over me absolute, as he began to thrust into my mouth with an urgency that was both thrilling and terrifying. It'd be far too easy for him to choke me with his length, to suffocate me on his dick.

Wouldn't that be the headstone of the year? Death by dick.

"Such a good girl, you take it well," he grunted as he drove in deeper, choking me as he tried to get his dick down my throat.

I worked on myself as he did this, the mix of pleasure and pain making tingles course through me as my pleasure grew. It felt so wrong and yet so right, my skin burning as my core throbbed with need. I wanted him inside me, but the risk was far too high after what Cristian had done.

The thought made me inwardly groan, tampering with my bliss, but I shoved it aside. Now was not the time to think about what he'd done. I wanted to enjoy this moment with Tyrone.

"Come for me, Scarlet," he requested, looking down at me and catching my gaze. There was something about how he was looking at me, those eyes so dark and hungry, that sent me tumbling off the edge I'd been teetering on.

I gasped around him, choking as I spasmed and tried my best to not graze him with my teeth. My orgasm crashed over me in relentless waves, each one stronger than the last. Tyrone tensed, his body coiling like a spring.

"Fuck, that's my good girl. Get off tasting my dick," he said with a low moan as his hand tightened in my hair with one final thrust. His hot climax shot down my throat as he drove in as deep as he could, cutting off my airway as I choked and sputtered. I swallowed him down as he pulled back, allowing me to gasp in ragged breaths as I sputtered and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

"I got a little caught up, baby girl," he said softly, his form of an apology as he reached down and hoisted me to my feet, holding me to his chest.

In that moment, I was completely his, bound not just by the hand in my hair but by the invisible threads of desire that had woven themselves around my heart. Strings that were so wrong, especially after what his brother had done, and yet here I was, on my knees before him, at his mercy. Despite the chaos that had defined my life, in Tyrone's presence, I found a different kind of turmoil, one that promised ecstasy and a semblance of peace within the storm.

I leaned into his touch, my heart still racing, my breaths coming in shallow pants. The world outside the changing room seemed distant, but it was slowly coming back into focus as he stroked my hair affectionately.

"I would've preferred to be inside you, baby," he breathed, causing a quiver to course through me as my core clenched with the same desire. He sighed as he kissed the top of my head. "But let's not push things."

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