Page 72 of Deliria

With my right hand, I pin her arms above her head and with my left, I curl so deep inside her that she loses what little grasp she has on reality. She becomes rabid, as insane as I am.

Christ, if Alexander walks in on us now…That idea shouldn’t amuse me as much as it does. On a certain level I’d love that, love for him to see how I use his pretty little wife. How much she delights in my touch, not his. I’d have her weeping right here, crying my name while he stood there too stupefied to do a thing to stop it.

She starts rocking her hips, riding my fingers, urging me on like she’s as possessed by this notion as me.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” I taunt, grabbing her face. “You’d like your husband to witness what a slut you are?”

Her eyes widen. Clearly she doesn’t have a clue what I’m talking about, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m too lost in this moment, this fantasy.

“If he were here, I’d have you spread out, your legs wide and your cunt dripping all over my hands.” I state. “I’d have my cock buried deep in your arse, and you’d be moaning, begging for more, wouldn’t you, Scarlett?”

She murmurs something unintelligible, and I take the opportunity to press right on that sweet spot inside her, admiring how she performs. How she writhes. How her eyes roll back in her head.

Christ, she really is a work of art.

I know I could eek this out, keep her here on edge and desperate for hours.

But it’s too much of a risk.

For all my love of the idea of my brother finding us like this, it is not the plan.

And so I slide my fingers out, enjoying the way she physically deflates. The way her body slumps like I’ve let her down and she’s disappointed now.

Don’t worry, Little Bird, I’m not letting you go just yet. We’re just having a change of scenery. I’m just taking you somewhere I can devour you in peace.

I don’t give her a chance to move, to get to her feet. I scoop her up, not being nearly as gentle as I was back in the breakfast room as I toss her over my shoulder.

Once we’re safely back in my wing, I put her down, moving to secure the door so this time she won’t be able to escape so easily.

The space is stark, minimalistic, unlike the rest of the house. It’s my sanctuary, the one place I can escape the fucking madness of this family.

When I turn around, she’s standing exactly where I left her. I can see the fear there, the confusion. To say it pisses me off is anunderstatement, but I remind myself that this isn’t her fault, at least not ‘Present Scarlett’. No, the girl that set this all in motion is so far gone, so long forgotten, I doubt the girl before me would even recognise her.

But that doesn’t help the emotion, the anger. The fact this entire situation is as fucking out of control as it is.

She’s filthy still so I grab her hand, pulling her into the bathroom.

I turn the taps of the sink on, and that seems to bring her out of her head a little.

“What, what are you doing?” she whispers, her voice raw, her eyes darting between me and the running water like I might just drown her.

“You need to get clean,” I say, testing the temperature. Satisfied, I turn back to her.

She’s got her arms wrapped around herself like armour.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “I’m not him, Scarlett. I’m not going to hurt you.”

She looks up at me, her eyes filled with tears and accusations. “Aren’t you?” She snarls back suddenly full of rage. “You chased me through the woods. You... you forced me to...” she trails off, her cheeks flushing with humiliation and anger.

I smirk, not because I find her pain amusing, but because her fire is a fucking relief after the hollow shell she was just minutes ago.

“You wanted a hero, didn’t you?” I say, echoing her words from that day as I box her in. “I never claimed to be one, Little Bird, but you were happy enough to get on your knees for me all the same.”

That does it. Her temper snaps and she lunges, her hand cracking across my face. I take the hit, absorbing the sting, knowing I deserve it and loving it all the same.

“This might all be a game to you and your fucked-up family, but this is my life you’re fucking with,” she screams, her voice echoing off the porcelain tiles. “Alex is going to kill me. He’s going to fucking kill me, and you’re doing nothing to save me.”

I shake my head, capturing her wrists as she goes to hit me again. “You don’t understand, Scarlett. But you will. I promise you will.”

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