Page 14 of Scorpion
The safe-house is surprisingly clean and comfortable on the inside. Though based on the lack of anything edible in the cabinets, I doubt taking care of this property is high on the list of MC priorities.
While I’m alone, I do my best to make sense of everything that happened. It’s not exactly surprising that Dan snapped the way he did. I always knew he was dangerous, I just downplayed a lot of his behavior. I guess it just felt easier to keep the peace than it was to draw attention to what was happening. Still, the fact that he was following me and Scorpion leaves me shaken.
He’s not a problem anymore. Scorpion said it himself. And, I’m not an idiot. I know what that means. I know that I heard a gunshot. Dan’s dead. He’s dead, and Scorpion was the one who ended his life.
The first few minutes after having that revelation leave me a mess of emotions. Fear is at the forefront, but it subsides quickly. Then, something confusing takes its place. Something that feels a lot like lust.
The rational part of my brain tells me that I shouldn’t be so turned on by his violence. It screams at me that I should be scared, that I should run away. Instead, I want him even more. I want him so badly that I have to start pacing in an attempt to distract myself from how all-consuming my need for him is.
True to his word, about half an hour later, Scorpion comes in through the back door. He’s sweating, glistening in the late evening sun that’s streaming into the room. My breath catches in my throat.
I don’t give him any time to speak, to tell me what happened. Instead, I throw myself at him. My arms come to rest around his shoulders, and our mouths collide in a heated, messy kiss.
Scorpion grabs onto me, walking me backward slightly so he can kick the door closed. Then, with a kind of swiftness that makes my stomach swoop, he picks me up and carries me across the room. I come to rest on the edge of the kitchen counter, wrapping my legs around his hips to pull him closer to where I need him most.
As he dominates my mouth, claiming me as his own, his hands roam my body. Eventually, they come to rest at the hem of my dress. With his palms flat against my thighs, he pushes the fabric up. Then, without breaking our kiss for even a second, he grabs onto my tights and rips them open so he has easy access to my pussy.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, the curse slipping from my lips before I even realize it.
“You like it when I’m rough with you, Lilah?” he asks, his fingertips rubbing against the wet spot that’s rapidly growing on my panties. “Or do you just like knowing I need you so fucking bad?”
“Need you, too,” I whimper as his touch gets even firmer.
I open up my legs wider for him, inviting him to do more. He doesn’t need any more encouragement, pulling aside the gusset of my underwear and running his fingers through thewetness that’s accumulated between my legs. Involuntarily, my hips twitch forward, desperate for more of him.
“So wet for me,” Scorpion praises, continuing to tease the edges of my opening, but not giving me what I need. “You been in here thinking of this?”
“Thinking about how protective you are,” I reply, throwing my head back as he starts nosing along my neck.
“You like knowing that I’ll always take care of you no matter what?” he says as his teeth graze the junction where my neck meets my shoulder.
“Mhm,” I agree, my eyes falling closed. I’d agree to anything he says right now, anything to get this moving faster, to get his cock inside of me.
He growls hungrily and pulls my panties to the side. I jolt forward as he touches my folds. He’s gentle yet firm. Without words he makes it clear exactly where this is going, though it’s obvious that’s he’s going to enjoy teasing me for a little while longer.
Each sound that he pulls out of me is raw and needy. My hands scramble for better purchase, and my hips grind against his touch with reckless abandon. Pleas spill from my lips, though I don’t think any of them are remotely coherent. My brain isn’t really good for anything but sending out pleasure signals right now.
Eventually, Scorpion moves to give me what I want, but it means that his touch disappears for a moment. I whine so loudly that I almost miss the sound of his belt unbuckling and his zipper being pulled down. Somehow, it reaches my ears, and my body reacts for me. My legs spread wider, and I pull myself even closer to the edge of the counter.
Scorpion looks down between us as he rubs the head of his cock through my wetness. I whimper, needing more. The sound makes him chuckle softly before he presses in without any other warning.
I cry out, and he puts his mouth over mine, swallowing down the sound. I don’t even get a second to adjust before he pulls his hips back, almost completely out of me. Then, he slams back in savagely, making my toes curl in delight.
He wastes no time in setting a bruising pace, drilling into my pussy hard and fast. With each thrust, he brushes against my g-spot, causing my climax to start to build. It starts in the pit of my stomach, but the warmth spreads through my limbs. I feel like it could claw its way out of my chest at any moment.
“You wanted me so badly, didn’t you, sweetheart?”
Scorpion’s voice cuts through the fog of lust that’s settled around me. I’m nodding before I fully register the words, tilting my head to the side and presenting my neck. He takes the unspoken invitation, leaning in to bite at the sensitive skin.
Against my throat, he murmurs, “I can feel that you’re already close. This pussy is just begging for release, isn’t it?” He gives me another bite, this one harder. I know it’ll bruise. “No one’s stopping you. Go ahead. Cum on my cock. Let me make you feel good.”
A switch in my body goes off, and my orgasm rips through me. I choke on a moan, my fingers gripping his skin harshly. Like a powder keg, every nerve in my being explodes with delight.
Scorpion fucks me through it, and through my orgasmic haze, I can make out words of encouragement. He curses as I ride out my pleasure, his thrusts faltering. Then, I get even fuller, his own orgasm hitting him just as mine reaches its crest.
I keep myself pressed up against his body as he rides out his climax. Eventually, he slows down, his face buried in my neck as his breathing begins to level out. After a few seconds, he pulls back and looks into my eyes.
“I love you so much,” he says.
