Chapter 21: Scarlet

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SCARLET

I sat there, my heart pounding in my chest at his words. I didn't know how to react.

Before I could gather my thoughts, Cristian stood up abruptly and yanked me out of my seat. His grip was firm but not painful as he pulled me towards him, his dark eyes blazing with a hunger that made me shudder. He swept everything off the table with one swift movement, sending expensive silverware crashing to the floor. The sound echoed through the empty restaurant, bouncing off the high ceilings.

"Cristian!" I gasped, trying to break free from his iron grip as he pushed me down onto the now-empty tabletop. My dress rode up around my hips as he tugged it up, baring my thighs and underwear for the world to see. I cast a frantic look at Julian, but he was just watching, arms folded, a curiosity in his eyes that made a chill course through me.

"I'm on my period," I hissed feebly, trying to pry myself from his grip. I looked around, wondering if there were any waiters remaining. For some bizarre reason, they were all gone, and a trickle of fear embraced me.

"I don't care," Cristian growled in my ear as he tore at my panties, using one of the steak knives to cut them off. He discarded them carelessly on the floor along with my dignity. "I want you now."

"Cristian," I whimpered again, trying to reason with him even though I knew it would do no good. "It's not?—"

He didn't let me finish my sentence before he slid inside me with ease.

"Fuck, that's it, kitten," he groaned, and I quivered as I glanced around, praying no one came out. This was wrong, we were in a public setting, I was just glad there were no windows in this building save for the entrance, and that was obscured by a marble wall with vibrant flowers.

As Cristian continued to thrust into me, I could feel my own arousal building, despite my better judgment. I shouldn't have been enjoying this, him gripping my hips and driving into me, fucking me on full display of any of the waiters if they came out. It was wrong, wild, and exhilarating.

The table rocked beneath us, the sound of his grunts and moans echoing off the empty restaurant's walls, while I fought to contain my noises. I was so lost in the moment that I barely noticed Julian approaching until he pressed a buzzing object against my clit.

He'd brought the damn bullet vibe with him?

My eyes rolled back in my head at the sensation mixing with Cristian's thrusts. "Oh fuck," I moaned, unable to stop myself. The sensations were overwhelming as Cristian's hand moved to my throat, pinning me down. I was a mess, but I didn't care anymore.

My hips bucked against Cristian's as he slammed into me harder and harder, his grip on my throat tightening just enough to make me gasp for air. Julian expertly maneuvered the vibrator, driving me closer and closer to the edge of bliss.

It didn't take long before I was teetering on the brink of orgasm. My nails dug into the white tablecloth beneath me, leaving imprints in its pristine surface as I tried to anchor myself against the building pleasure coursing through my veins.

"That's it," Julian purred in my ear as he increased the vibrator's intensity just a notch higher. "Let go for us, pyro."

I couldn't hold back any longer; with a strangled cry that sounded more like a growl than anything else, I came undone. My body writhed, and Cristian sucked in a breath.

"Fuck yes, kitten." His hand tightened around my throat for a few seconds as he grunted with his own climax, warmth flooding through my core as he unloaded himself inside me. I was too busy enjoying my high, staring at the ceiling as my vision swam.

"Now, wasn't that fun?" Julian chuckled as he kissed my cheek, clicking off the vibrator and pocketing it.

Had they planned this completely?

"Such a fucking beautiful princess," Cristian groaned as he removed his hand from my throat and stroked my cheek. He leaned down to kiss me roughly before pulling away with a smug grin. "We're the only ones who will ever make you feel like this, kitten."

I hated him because I knew he was right. They'd twisted my mind, warping it into something unrecognizable. Every touch, every whisper, every calculated move had chipped away at my resolve until I was nothing but putty in their hands. The worst part was, deep down, a part of me craved it - the chaos, the intensity, the way they made me feel alive. It was a sickening realization, one that made my stomach churn and my heart race all at once .

I was still gasping for breath, stunned, when I rolled my head slightly to one side. And that's when I saw him - the first waiter who'd seated us, frozen in the doorway that led to the kitchen. His eyes were wide with shock at the sight of our debauched spectacle, a flush creeping up his cheeks.

For a moment, our gazes locked, his surprise mirrored in my own wide eyes. Mortification crept over his features as he took in the scene - me sprawled out on the table, Cristian still buried inside me, and Julian bowed over to look at my face.

Then, as quickly as he appeared, the waiter turned tail and disappeared back into the kitchen. His reaction was almost comical, and under different circumstances, I might have laughed. But right now, I couldn't find the humor in the situation.

Cristian chuckled darkly, his chest heaving with exertion as he withdrew from me and adjusted his pants, using a cloth napkin to clean his slightly pink tinged dick before he tucked it in his pants. "Well, that was unexpected entertainment," he mused, glancing in the direction the waiter had vanished.

Julian straightened, his expression unreadable. "I think we've overstayed our welcome," he said, his tone mild despite the scene we'd just caused.

I pushed myself up onto my elbows, the cool air of the restaurant making me acutely aware of my exposed state. I yanked my dress down over my hips, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "You think?" I retorted, my voice shaky.

Cristian reached out to stroke my hair, a triumphant grin on his face. "Don't worry, kitten. They won't say a word. They know who we are and what we're capable of."

I shuddered at his words, a stark reminder of the power these men wielded in this city. They were the Silvestri brothers, and their reputation was enough to keep the staff silent about what they had just witnessed. Hopefully it was only the one who'd seen my indecency.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to regain my composure as Julian offered me a hand, helping me to my feet as I tried to smooth out my hair and dress. My dress is a mess, and the shoulder is ripped from Cristian's roughness.

I knew I should have been outraged, disgusted by their actions and Cristian's complete disregard for my protests. I should be terrified, and yet, there was a part of me that found some strange delight at the possessive tone in his voice, the way he'd claimed me like that. Like he'd needed me, more than anything, and nothing, no one, was going to keep him from having me. A part of me hated myself for the way my body responded to him, for the way I gave in to the pleasure he so easily brought me.

Julian's eyes met mine, and he offered me his jacket as I touched my torn dress. I pulled it around my shoulders, the scent of his cologne enveloping me. I was grateful for the cover-up, but it did nothing to hide the obvious disarray of my appearance.

My hair was tangled despite my attempt to straighten it, and my makeup was surely smudged beyond recognition. I could feel Cristian's release trickling down my thigh, and I clenched my jaw as I spied my panties with the liner on them. I was going to bleed all over this dress now, and leak him.

"I think you should take her home, Jules," Cristian suggested, glancing around the dining area, as if he was awaiting the staff to return. "I'll clean up this mess. Get her some dessert on the way home."

The evening had taken a turn I hadn't anticipated, and as we made our way toward the exit, I couldn't shake the image of the waiter's astonished face from my mind. It was a stark reminder that my life had become a series of surreal, often depraved, episodes.

"Still bleeding?" Julian asked as he held open the front door for me.

"Yeah," I mumbled, still lost for words.

He slung an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close as if to shelter me from the prying eyes of the world, and kissed my temple, catching me off-guard.

"We'll have ice-cream or something delivered. Let's get you home and showered."

I knew I should have been outraged, disgusted, or at the very least embarrassed by what had just transpired. But I wasn't, for some bizarre reason. I couldn't quite pinpoint what the hell I was feeling, but it wasn't any of those things.

I knew they'd keep this episode under wraps, word would never get out. They held the power to do that, and it made me feel… powerful as well.

I focused on Julian's face as he guided me to the awaiting vehicle, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the havoc raging inside me.

"You guys are crazy," I finally manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "You've all done a 180 in a weird way."

"You've gotten under our skin, pyro. Now, let's get you home. Run you a bath or something."

Fuck, they were messing with my head, and it was dizzying.

I let him help me into the back seat, huddling into his jacket even more, unable to make sense of my thoughts as the car lurched into motion.

What the hell was going on now?