Chapter 18: Scarlet

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SCARLET

T yrone leaned in, grazing his lips on mine as I inhaled his rich cologne, a hint of spice and something wild on him.

"You look beyond fuckable, Scarlet. Some men could only dream of being able to sink their cocks into you." His warm breath washed over my lips, sending a shudder through me as I stared into those dark depths that threatened to drown me, the intensity making my hair stand on end.

His eyes roamed over me in a way that was both possessive and admiring as he held me against the mirror, drinking up every inch of me.

I held my breath, captured by him in this moment, the heated look in his eye, the way he held my throat, keeping me in place as he took me in. There was something so wild and primal about it that it had me frozen in place, ensnared by him. Part of me wanted to remind him that I was more than just a body to be used, but there was another part, a darker, more insidious part that was thrilled at his crude appraisal .

"Now, get on your knees," he commanded, and my initial reaction was to scowl. Of course, this moment was too good to be true, too pure to exist without a price. I should have known better. There was always a catch with these guys. Nothing in life was free, I was kidding myself thinking these dresses and makeup would be a gift.

But I did as he said, his hand releasing my neck as he took a single step back to give me room. He freed his cock, the sight of it making my breath hitch as I dropped to my knees, taking care in my exquisite dress. Despite everything, there was an undeniable allure to his dominance.

"You look like royalty," he grunted as he guided his length between my lips. "And having my cock in your mouth... fuck, that's beautiful."

The grunt he made, the way he looked at me—it did something to me, something I couldn't quite explain or understand. A warmth pooled between my thighs, an unexpected arousal that made me moan around his girth. Softly, a little reluctantly, I started giving him a proper head job.

Was I just crazy, desperate for any shred of control or pleasure? Whatever it is, in this moment, I was turned on. My body had betrayed me, reacting to the power dynamics at play, to the dominance Tyrone exuded.

As I sucked him off, my mind raced. I wanted to be mad at myself for enjoying it, for the wetness soaking through my pad, a mix of blood and arousal. But I couldn't deny the electric current that ran through my veins, the way my heart pounded in my chest. It was a confusing, conflicting mess of emotions that I couldn't seem to untangle.

"That's right, baby, you suck that cock like a good girl," he groaned as he thrust into my mouth. His cock twitched against my tongue as he praised me, as if it excited him just as much as it did me. The words sent a ripple through me, and I looked up at him, our eyes locking. His breath hitched, and for a moment, it was as if we were the only two people in the world, bound by this raw, carnal act.

"Fuck, look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Tyrone's breathing grew ragged, his fingers tightening in my hair. I knew he was close, and a part of me—a part I despised right now—wanted to feel him lose control, to know that I had this power over him, even if it was just for a fleeting moment.

Without warning, he yanked me up, one hand fisted in my hair and the other gripping my arm, the sudden movement making me gasp. He pressed me against the mirror, his body hard against mine. The cold glass at my back was a stark contrast to the heat radiating off him.

"I'm going to have you, Scarlet," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Bury myself inside you, fuck you until you come."

My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins. Until it dawned on me that things might get messier than anticipated.

I hesitated, my eyes darting away from his, a blush creeping up my neck. "I've started my period," I mumbled, hating the fact.

He chuckled darkly, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw.

"You think a little blood will scare me off, Scarlet?" he asked, his eyes darkening with his need.

Before I could respond, he hiked my leg up, his hand firm on my thigh. His other hand tugged my panties aside, and I felt the head of his cock nudge against my entrance. I was slick with a mix of bodily fluids, but he didn't care.

He pushed into me, and I couldn't help but cry out softly before biting my lip, not wanting the ladies out the front to hear me. The sensation of him filling me, the friction of our bodies moving together, it was intoxicating. My body throbbed and ached right now, the hormones amping it up even more.

Tyrone didn't seem to care about the mess, about the fact that I was bleeding. If anything, it seemed to spur him on, his thrusts becoming more fervent, more demanding.

"Tell me you're mine, Scarlet," he commanded as he slowed his thrusts, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I glared at him, not faltering as his hand in my hair tugged it back to expose my neck to him. "When pigs fly," I retorted, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart.

His dark eyes narrowed at my response, but there was a hint of amusement there. "You've claimed Cristian's heart," he said, his tone almost conversational, as if we were discussing the weather and not mid-sex in the backroom of a dress shop.

"He's crazy," I shot back, although guilt hit me as soon as the words slipped free. He'd shared with me why he was the way he was, and I couldn't hate on him for it. Tyrone had told me his story, of what had made Cristian struggle more.

"He may be crazy, but he wasn't lying, Scarlet," Tyrone said, his gaze never leaving mine. There was something in his voice, a certainty that chilled me to the bone.

I glanced towards the doorway to the front of the store, a feeble attempt to remind him we weren't alone. "The ladies?—"

"Won't come back here," he interrupted, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Not after I sent them away."

I gasped as his hand on my thigh moved to my clit, glossing over it and making me quiver. He continued the movements, swirling over my clit with soft, deliberate thrusts deep inside me. His touch ignited a fire that I couldn't control, no matter how much I wanted to.

"Now come for me, Scarlet. Show me who this pussy belongs to."

He teased me mercilessly, his fingers swirling over my clit with a maddening precision that had me writhing against him. His other hand pinned me by the throat, not enough to cut off my air, but enough to remind me of his control, his dominance.

"You're mine, Scarlet," he growled, his voice a low rumble that resonated deep within me.

I fought against the growing pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me, but it was a losing battle. A curse tore from my lips as I climaxed, my body convulsing around his cock as he drove into me one last time, spilling himself inside me with a guttural groan.

For a moment, we were both still, the only sound in the room was our ragged breathing. Then, with surprising gentleness, Tyrone released my throat and began to fix my hair and dress, smoothing out the wrinkles with a tender touch that went against his earlier roughness. He tucked himself back into his pants, straightening his own attire as I swallowed, needing to rest a hand on the mirror to steady myself.

"Good girl," he murmured as he stroked my cheek, and I felt a warmth spread through my chest at the praise, despite the twisted nature of this entire moment.

He stepped back, surveying his work with a satisfied nod. "Now, how about we take these dresses?" he asked, as if we were discussing a simple transaction and not the aftermath of our explosive encounter.

I nodded, lost for words, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions that raged within me. One thing stuck out to me, something that made me wonder .

He'd said I was his. What did he mean by that? Was it just because I was their plaything for the month? It felt like more than that.

Tyrone arched a brow, his face now expressionless, the moment having vanished, and I realized with a sinking feeling that I was in far deeper than I had ever intended. No, I was overthinking it. It was merely a possession thing. Everything was a mess with these brothers, and I had no idea what to do any more.

My feelings were playing tricks on me, and his casual indifference now as he led me out of the back room had me frazzled.

My cheeks burned as the ladies rang up the dresses, while Rachel darted out back and returned to fix up my lipstick, giving me the slightest, knowing smile as I apologized.

"Enjoy your evening," she said once done, bobbing her head, amusement dancing in her eyes.

"We're not done yet. Help her pick out some heels," Tyrone stated as he glanced to the wall lined with assorted shoes, since I had slipped on my old shoes.

"Right." Rachel focused on me. "What's your size?"

I told her, and she hurried off to the wall, selecting a few styles that would suit my dress.

"Get a few, you need more than one pair for these dresses," Tyrone stated as he moved off to the side to respond to some text messages, apparently unbothered by our transgression moments earlier.

At least we hadn't gotten blood on my dress, but I definitely wanted to tidy up before going out again.