Page 34 of Psycho Saints

I just hoped he was truly changed, wanting to do better.

"Okay," I said softly as I reached up to cup his cheek. The emotions and relief that crashed over his face made me believe I'd chosen right despite everything. We were chaos together, both twisted in our own way, trying to find the right way to do this despite it all.

He entered me with ease, pulling me up against his body as he clung to me like I was everything he truly wanted in this world.

"I'll take care of you, kitten. Always. I'll die for you," he said against my ear as he thrust into me.

I clawed at his back, his words filling me with an odd sense of power over him. I knew it now, more than anything, that I had sway when it came to him.

Could I get him onto his knees before me just by asking? I dared to believe I actually could now. For some insane reason, he was head over heels for me. And just as crazy, I still wanted him, in all his psychotic beauty. Being with him was not going to be easy, but it was also never going to be boring.

"I hope you say yes and become our wife, kitten," he groaned as he drove into me harder, the table scraping beneath us from the force.

I gasped, knowing that was the one answer I couldn't give him just yet.

Why though? When I was essentially agreeing beyond anything to have a child for them. A baby was more of a commitment than marriage. Then again, my mind was messed up in its own way.

"I think you should let us help, brother," Tyrone said as his hand landed on Cristian's shoulder. "Make this night one to remember."

Cristian grunted but leaned back, slowly lowering my back to the table while still driving into me.

Tyrone leaned over the table, catching my lips with his as his large hand cupped my breast, his thumb tracing circles on my nipple. I arched as the sensation of Julian's vibrator returned to my clit, and Tyrone happily swallowed up my moan.

With the three of them ravishing me, it didn't take me long to come undone beneath them once more on the table.

Tyrone fed me some of the cheesecake as I struggled for breath, while Julian slurped a milkshake then offered me some before he took Cristian's place.

They rotated, fucking me wildly on the table, the dessert ending up all over the place, covering our bare bodies as we enjoyed ourselves and even laughed. They fucked me wildly, while also taking moments to be tender and gentle. A wonderful mix that reminded me of how complex they truly were, of the different sides to each of them.

The decision over Cristian's proposal loomed over me, a shadow that both frightened and intrigued me. But in that moment, with the taste of sugar on my lips and the warmth of their bodies enveloping me, I knew what my answer would likely be. It would be one that embraced the chaos, the darkness, and the undeniable connection I had with these men, albeit twisted.

Where I no longer needed to have a single fear in this world. Because I walked alongside it.

17

SCARLET

Days blurred together in a haze of pleasure and pain. The Silvestri brothers worshiped my body with a fervor that left me breathless and confused. After that night when I'd agreed to have all three of them amidst the desserts and right after Cristian's proposal, our dynamic shifted into something I couldn't quite grasp.

Tyrone ambushed me at random moments, his dark eyes glinting with hunger. He'd corner me in the hallway or drag me into his room, always pausing to make sure I was okay before unleashing his passion. One day he'd even just hoisted me onto the counter while I was making my coffee, intent to have me right there.

"You want this, don't you, Scarlet?" he'd growl, his fingers digging into my hips.

I'd nod, my body already responding to his touch. Then he'd fuck me senseless, leaving me weak-kneed and gasping for air.

Julian, on the other hand, approached me with a gentleness that I was grateful for, a touch that eased the bruises left by his brothers.

"Let me take care of you," he'd murmur, his lips ghosting over my skin.

His lovemaking was slow and deliberate, nothing like his brothers' intensity. It felt like he was trying to heal me, to erase the marks left by the others.

But it was Cristian who truly threw me for a loop. He oscillated between extremes, never letting me settle into a rhythm. One moment, he'd be all tenderness and sweet words.

"You're everything to me, kitten," he'd whisper, cradling my face in his hands.

The next, he'd pin me against the wall, his eyes wild with a familiar darkness.

"I need you now," he'd demand, his voice rough with desire. He'd never just take me, he'd make sure I was okay with it first, but then he was rough and aggressive, claiming me ruthlessly.

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