Chapter 16

16

SCARLET

T he drive home was silent, save for the soft hum of the car's engine and my own thoughts, which were anything but quiet. My mind raced, a whirlwind of confusion, excitement, and fear. Cristian's proposal... it was unexpected, to say the least. I had been coming to terms with this new life, the dark, gritty world of the Silvestris, but marriage? It was a commitment that felt like a leap into an abyss.

I hadn't said a word, my voice trapped somewhere between my heart and my throat. The weight of the decision was suffocating, yet there was an undeniable pull, a part of me that thrilled at the idea of being bound to these dangerous, complex men.

The silence didn't feel awkward; it was the calm after a storm, the quiet murmur of the world as it held its breath, waiting for my answer. I watched the city lights blur past, a streak of neon life against the black canvas of the night. It was beautiful in its chaos, much like the path I found myself on.

We arrived home, and the sight that greeted me was both bizarre and fitting. The dining table was laden with an array of desserts, a decadent feast that seemed to echo Cristian's chaotic nature.

"I know we just had desserts, but I don't think they were nearly enough, besides," Cristian caught my hand in his, a smile playing on his lips, "I think I'd like to enjoy you after tonight."

Before I could respond, he scooped me up into his arms, his lips crashing against mine in a fierce, possessive kiss. It was a surprise attack, one that left me breathless and clutching at his broad shoulders. He carried me over to the table, and as my feet touched the ground, my ass pressed against the edge, he withdrew the blade from his belt. I froze at the sight of the knife, my gaze locked on the glinting blade as he trailed it up my arm.

"I won't hurt you, kitten," he said, and I swallowed, unsure if I believed his words after everything.

Julian and Tyrone were behind him, and I looked to Tyrone first, his calm gaze easing me before I caught Julian's dark eyes, watching me in a way that made me quiver.

Cristian danced the blade across my skin before he paused at the shoulder of my dress.

"This is the life you'll be claiming, Scarlet. Our name comes with a darkness, one I know you secretly want," he breathed against my ear.

I gasped as he hooked the blade under the shoulder of my dress, slicing at the fabric.

"Cristian, you can't-"

Tyrone's voice cut through my objections. "Don't worry, Scarlet," he said, his tone smooth and reassuring. "I'll replace it with one exactly the same."

It was a promise, one I knew that he would undoubtedly keep, and I swallowed down my argument. The fabric of my dress gave way as Cristian sliced it off me, littering my neck and jaw with kisses until the material fell to the floor in a destroyed heap. I stood there, vulnerable and exposed before the three of them. This was it, the life I'd chosen the moment I'd taken the knife from Cristian's hand and heard Ian's last desperate gasp of breath.

I'd chosen the darkness, the wickedness, and the cruelty.

"Stunning," Cristian breathed as he took a step back to appreciate my nearly naked form, his brothers both gazing at me with fiery eyes.

Cristian's lips crashed into mine once more, and I could taste the desperation on him, the hunger, and the sheer audacity that was simply him. His tongue caressed mine, sending a tingle through me as his hands slid up my arms. I needed more despite my internal reservations, craved everything that he wanted to give me, and I knew that I was willing to try to receive it. To fix what had been broken.

Julian stepped closer, trailing his fingers over my side. While Cristian continued to claim me with his lips, Julian's nimble fingers worked at the back of my bra, releasing the clasp with a flick of his wrist. I pulled away from Cristian, allowing Julian to slip the flimsy fabric from my body. His eyes sparkled, a delighted gaze sweeping over my exposed form.

Tyrone simply watched us, his eyes hungry and needy, but he held back, allowing his brothers to enjoy me first.

"Give me the knife," Julian requested, since Cristian was still holding it, although it was a forgotten instrument as he kissed me.

Cristian allowed Julian to take it, who deftly sliced the sides of my panties and let them fall to the floor, leaving me completely bare before them.

Cristian broke the kiss, taking a step back as Julian produced the wretched little vibe and teased it over my clit.

"You certainly love this, don't you?" he breathed as he nipped my shoulder before flicking his tongue over the tender mark. I shuddered as the tingles of pleasure shot through me with each gentle brush of the vibe, and I lolled my head, my eyes locking with Tyrone's.

He was watching me with a strange look, something similar to pride, but then he was stepping forward, his hand gently cupping my cheek. He leaned in to brush his lips against mine, a slow and tender kiss that left me wanting more while Julian toyed with me, my core throbbing.

As our lips parted, Cristian claimed my mouth once more, his kiss fierce and demanding. Julian's free hand roamed over my body, leaving a trail of fire behind as he continued his relentless teasing.

"I think we should take this up a notch, don't you?" Cristian said against my lips. I trembled before him, that cocky grin making my stomach flip.

He hooked his arms under my thighs, lifting me from the floor with ease while Julian relented and stepped back, making me whimper. Cristian placed me down on the table, the coolness making my skin prickle.

What was he-

All thoughts fell away as he hoisted my legs over his broad shoulders, dipping his head between my thighs. His mouth found my clit, and I arched as a moan escaped my lips.

Julian stepped closer once more, smiling down at me as he swiped some cream off one of the desserts strewn across the table. He smeared it onto my nipple, the cold sensation sending a zap of pleasure through me. He leaned in, his tongue lapping at the sticky sweetness, consuming me as his eyes burned into mine. His lips pressed against my own, feeding me the cream as we kissed, sharing the taste.

"Fuck, don't you taste like heaven," Julian breathed as we broke apart, his tongue striking out to swipe the last remnants of cream from my lips. I trembled as my gaze flicked to Cristian between my legs, but Julian caught my chin and returned my gaze to him.

"Let us treat you like our woman, pyro," he whispered before kissing me once more.

He pulled away, returning to my chest and dribbling warm chocolate sauce over them from another dessert. He was making a mess of me, but I didn't care at all as his mouth explored every inch of me, licking away the various toppings he coated me in.

Tyrone finally moved in once I'd lifted myself up onto my elbows, unable to to stop myself from staring at Cristian between my legs. He smirked up at me, winking and making me quiver as he suckled my clit, two fingers easing inside of me. Tyrone drank up the moan that Cristian drew forth, his hand fisting in my hair as his kiss became more passionate, his tongue diving between my lips.

I moaned and whimpered against him, lost in the mess of sensations - Julian sucking and fondling my breasts, Cristian working his magic between my legs, and Tyrone kissing me with such a burning desire that I worried I'd catch alight.

"You're going to come for us, Scarlet," Tyrone stated as he drew back, those dark eyes holding mine, the look in them making my heart flutter. "I want you to finish, right here, like that first night I had you on the table."

The memory of that wicked moment flashed through my mind, but his lips banished it away as Cristian amped up his fingers inside me. His tongue flicked over my clit and I gasped as Julian nipped my left breast before suckling it.

The combination of pleasure and pain, with the three of them ravishing me, was too much, and I found myself crashing towards that edge far too quickly.

Tyrone pulled back once more, my breaths coming in soft pants as my legs trembled, my climax nearing.

"That's right, you're ours now, Scarlet. You say yes, and it's forever and always. There's nothing we won't do for our woman." Tyrone's words were heavy, a promise unlike any other. As I stared into his dark eyes, I knew it was one he'd never break. They were men of their word, they'd shown that, and right now, with this adoration, I wanted nothing more than to say yes.

"Fuck," I hissed out, my core tightening as Tyrone pulled my head back more.

"That's right, this pleasure you can only get from us," he growled.

I cried out, my body spasming between the three of them as my orgasm tore through me.

"Fuck me," Cristian moaned between my legs as he lapped up my juices, withdrawing his fingers from me. "That was a strong one."

I sucked in shaky breaths as Tyrone pressed his lips to my forehead.

"Such a good girl for us, aren't you?" His lip quirked as the damned pet name made me shiver.

Cristian's hands flexed against my thighs before he snaked up my body, kissing the tip of my nose as Tyrone released my hair.

"I told you I'd take care of you, from here on out, your wish is my command," Christian said softly, a sweetness glittering in those eyes that was far too unlike him.

I wasn't sure how to even feel about this new side of him, but I wasn't about to complain.

"Now, my love, would you mind if I joined you in flesh?" he asked.

"Sounds like you want to wear her skin, Cris," Julian snorted, and I managed a small laugh.

"She knows what I mean," Cristian said, his gaze not straying from mine. I was rather surprised that he was even asking.

"We should wait," Tyrone said, although he was staring at me, waiting for my response.

"Cris already proposed to her. We want her to have our kids. Waiting to see if she's pregnant is pointless. As long as this is what she wants," Julian stated.

I stared up at Cristian, at the emotions and unease swirling in his dark eyes. He was being vulnerable, giving me a choice.

Proving that he was being true to his word.

Giving in to them now would be my answer to his proposal in a way. Sealing my fate alongside them, a life where I was a queen.

Who honestly didn't want that?

This wild, unpredictable existence was where I was meant to be. It was a life that called to the darkest parts of my soul, a life that offered a sense of belonging I had never known. Sure, we'd started out wrong, and trusting them was not an easy thing. Cristian for sure, but it wasn't just him I was agreeing to. I'd be choosing all of them, and Julian and Tyrone had proven they were there for me, even against Cristian if push came to shove.

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.