Page 10 of Rule
Minutes later, Justin returns with an officer who uncuffs me and tells me not to leave town before Tristan leads me out of the police station not a moment too soon. What has probably only been a few hours seems like an eternity, and if I never have to see this place again, it will be too soon.
Bundling me into the Range Rover, Tristan gets in behind me, and I smile at my men. “Thank you,” I murmur. “You don’t know how grateful I am…”
“You can show us in a bit,” Adam says with a chuckle, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles before clutching onto me for dear life the rest of the way home.
No one says a word, but each of my men casts little glances at me now and again, making sure I’m still here, still with them and not breaking down.
Leaning my head on Tristan’s shoulder, my hand in Adam’s, I feel as if this nightmare will retreat and I only have good times ahead.
Stepping inside our luxurious mansion a few minutes later, just as the sun rises on the horizon, the familiar scent of rose and jasmine greets me like an old friend. The grandeur of the entrance hall never ceases to amaze me with its high ceilings, exquisite chandeliers, and opulent decor.
"Welcome home, Scarlet," says Max, his warm smile making my heart flutter before he pulls me into his arms, crushing me fiercely.
"Hi, beautiful," Miles greets me, his piercing gaze sending shivers down my spine. There's something about the way he looks at me that makes me feel as if I'm the only woman in the world.
"Hey, love," Hugo adds, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close. His touch is both gentle and possessive, a reminder of the connection we share.
"Scarlet," Adam says, his deep voice resonating through the room, his sparkling blue eyes full of intensity as they meet mine. He's a man of few words, but those words carry weight.
"My darling," Tristan purrs, his green eyes glittering with mischief.
“Hi,” I say shyly. “Erm, I know this has been a shitshow, but right now all I need is you. Shall we head upstairs?"
Amongst snickers of delight, Max answers first, "Anything you want, princess." He takes my hand and leads the group toward the grand staircase.
As we ascend, I feel the excitement grow stronger, and my thoughts race with what awaits us in my bedroom. I focus on the intricate patterns adorning the walls, trying to ground myself in the moment.
"Finally," I whisper, feeling a flurry of emotions as we approach my bedroom door. Together, we prepare to enter a world where we can explore our desires freely, united by our love for one another.
The moment we step into my bedroom, the atmosphere shifts. Soft, warm lighting bathes the room, and a faint scent of my perfume fills the air. The temperature is perfect, creating an inviting environment. My heart races as I take in the carefully arranged objects on my nightstand: a bottle of champagne, satin ties, and massage oils, which I’d arranged before I left the mansion earlier yesterday, hoping for this outcome when we returned from the heist.
"Perfect," Max says darkly, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. "You really went all out for us."
Blushing slightly under his gaze, I hold my head high. "Nothing but the best for us." Each of these men has a special place in my heart; my desire to please them drives me.
Max leans against the wall near the door, his confidence radiating through the room. Miles stands by the window, his calm demeanor soothing my nerves. Hugo positions himself near me beside my bed, his tender touch reassuring me. Adam stands across from the bed, his strength evident in his posture. And Tristan moves to my side, his playful energy contagious.
"My beautiful Scarlet," he says, guiding me to the center of the room. "Let's start with something simple, shall we?"
"Okay," I agree, my voice shaky yet excited. The anticipation builds within me, and I squirm with delight.
"Max, Miles, Hugo, Adam – gather around her," Tristan instructs. They obey without hesitation, forming a circle around me. I look into their eyes, each one filled with love and passion, making me feel more cherished than ever before.
"Scarlet," Tristan continues, "You're the star of this show. Let your desires guide us.”
Taking a deep breath, I steady myself. "I want you all to touch me," I say, my voice growing stronger. "Everywhere."
“Try to stop us,” Hugo replies softly, stepping forward and placing his hands on my waist. Feeling the warmth of his skin against mine, I shiver at his touch.
Max reaches out and pulls the sharp combs from my hair before tangling his fingers in the strands, gently massaging my scalp. My eyes flutter closed as I lean into his touch. Simultaneously, Miles caresses my cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of my jawline. Adam takes my hand, allowing me to feel his powerful grip. Tristan stands behind me, pressing his body against mine, his arms wrapped around me protectively.
"Are you ready?" Tristan whispers into my ear, his breath hot against my neck.
My heart pounds with anticipation. "More than ever.”
As one, they undress me, exploring my body, their touches gentle yet insistent. The combination of their hands on me sends a wave of pleasure coursing through my veins, leaving me breathless and wanting more. My thoughts are consumed by the connection we share, our desires intertwined.
"Please," I gasp, "Don't stop."
