Page 48 of Deliria

I snarl, almost losing my hard-on from the thought of him, of her, of them having sex, be it consensual or not.

“Little Bird.” I grunt, picturing her tits, picturing how hard her nipples were with those bubbles just about covering them.

Next time I get her alone, I’ll cover her skin in my come. Cover her pretty face too. I’ll mark all of her that way.

Then she can run away, desperate to wash it off before my damned brother sees the mess I made of his little wife.

I run my hand up my cock, visualising her there, back on her knees, begging for me to help her. I can see her, her blue eyes wide, imploring me, her full lips quivering with fear anddesperation, those delicate little tears running down her cheeks. Yeah, she’ll cry a lot more by the time I’m done with her.

I start pumping harder, faster, that vision of her morphing. Now she’s laid out in front of me, sprawled in the dirt, her dress is gone, as is her fear. She’s touching herself, writhing, begging me to take her, begging me to show her what it feels like to be with a real man, one who doesn’t have to incapacitate her to get what he wants.

“That’s it, Little Bird.” I gasp. “Show me how much you want me…”

She’s moaning, mewling, spreading her legs wider, fucking herself with her fingers as she cries out my name. Mine. Not Alexander’s.

“Fuck,” I roar as my balls clench, as my mind explodes, as everything in my head goes silent for one beautiful, incredible second.

My hips jerk, my come spurting out. Hot strips of it land on the bark of the tree but in my head, it’s covering her, and she’s loving it. She’s rubbing her breasts, bathing her body in my seed, shoving her fingers back inside herself and using it as lube, like she isn’t wet enough already.

“Scarlett,” Her name slips past my lips. Her real name. I don’t like saying it. It feels too formal, too serious. And it reminds me of the fact that she ishiswife.

With my hand, I use the trunk to hold myself up, and I pump away, keeping that feeling going on and on.

If she were here now, I’d have her licking this all up. I’d have her on her knees, cleaning every leaf, every bit of moss. All of it.

But there’s time for that.

She may only have a few weeks left on this earth if my brother gets his way, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do all the things I want. All the things I’ve imagined doing to her between now and then.

Scarlett

Istare up at the mansion as we approach, its gothic spires and darkened windows seeming to loom over us like a malevolent shadow.

My heart pounds in my chest, fear and dread coiling in my stomach. I know what awaits me inside those walls, the horrors that lurk in the shadows.

Every step feels like a step closer to my doom. I’m terrified that he’s going to drag me inside and hurt me again, like he did last night.

And yet, I have no choice but to return to it.

Alex’s grip on my arm tightens as he leads me up the steps, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to bruise.

I wince, trying to pull away, but his hold is unyielding.

He’s angry.

I can feel it radiating off him in waves.

We step inside the foyer, the heavy oak doors swinging shut behind us with a resounding thud that echoes through the cavernous space. Alex releases me abruptly, his hand still clenched into a fist at his side.

“You need to stay away from Rafferty,” he says, his voice low and threatening. “He’s not to be trusted, Scarlett. He’s dangerous.”

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. Like the man before me isn’t just as dangerous. “I know,” I whisper, my voice barely audible even to my own ears. “I know he is.”

Alex’s eyes narrow, his gaze boring into mine with an intensity that makes me shudder. “Then why were you with him? In the woods? Alone?” His words are clipped, each one dripping with accusations he has no right to hint at considering what he forced on me last night.

I open my mouth to respond, but no sound comes out. How can I explain something I don’t even understand myself? I wanted to escape, yes, but I also...I also wanted Rafe’s help. His protection. Even though I know it’s foolish, even though I know he’s just as much a monster as the rest of them.

“He found me,” I say finally, my voice trembling. “I was lost and he found me.”

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