Chapter 23: Julian

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JULIAN

" D o you remember me saying you'd come begging for this dick?" I teased.

She rolled her eyes, her cheeks flushed from the heated kiss. "Of course you have to ruin the moment," she scoffed, but the spark still burned bright in her eyes. She wanted more, I knew it, and it made my dick throb. I didn't care if she was bleeding. Blood was an everyday occurrence for us.

"I'm just saying, Scarlet, we've made you do things for us, taken you. Don't you want to take something for a change?" The game was too enticing not to play, and those eyes burned brighter at my words as she studied me.

"What? Are you going to let me tie you up?" She smirked, and my gaze fell to her lips once more. How I wanted them wrapped around my cock, my hand fisted in her hair as I made her drink me up. But right now, I wanted to see something.

I shrugged, drawing my gaze back to hers. "If that's what'll get you off. I'd let you ride me, use the bullet vibe, and use me the way I've used you."

She stared hard at me, unsure if I was toying with her or being serious.

"C'mon, pyro, show me who you are," I coaxed, my mouth curling at the thought of her riding me. "Take what you want, beautiful. No one will stop you."

I reached into the bedside drawers, the cool metal of the cuffs brushing against my fingertips. I held them up, the silver glinting in the dim light. "Your turn," I said, my voice steady despite the anticipation that thrummed through me. We'd used them on her, and offering her the chance to return the favor was me showing her a level of trust not many would gain from me. Not only that, it was a test. Would she seize the chance to try to harm me? The memory of her beating me over the head with the hair dryer was still there, but I had a feeling too much had shifted since then.

Scarlet's eyes locked onto the cuffs, a flicker of hesitation crossing her features. She took them from me, watching me carefully, as if awaiting for me to laugh and snatch them from her.

"Want me naked, pyro?" I said, and she swallowed, bobbing her head ever so slightly.

I fished out the bullet vibe from my pocket, sitting it on the bedside table for her if she desired.

I was quick to strip down and sprawl on the bed once more, moving up the bed and holding my arms over my head. All the while, she watched me, something burning in those piercing blue eyes, something that made my heartbeat quicken.

"Come, pyro, show me," I breathed, my cock twinging as she slowly moved to straddle me. I didn't move as she hooked the cuffs through my metal bed frame, clicking both of them shut on each wrist. The cool metal bit into my skin, but it was burned away by the heat in my veins as she sat back, cocking her head at me.

Her shoulders lowered as she realized I was truly at her mercy now, bound before her, naked.

And the darkness that flickered through her eyes, the unfiltered desire, it made a ripple course through me as my dick throbbed.

This was a test, a chance for her to reclaim some of the power that had been stripped from her. I was offering her a taste of control, and she had snatched it up. She was no meek woman. She was alive, powerful and confident, and she slid off the bed, shedding her clothes as I watched, taking in every movement, the excitement building as she turned and smirked at me.

"We all want things we shouldn't," she breathed as she slid onto the bed, the mattress shifting under weight as she straddled me once more.

There was no hesitation as she positioned herself, her hands splayed across my chest for balance. I held her gaze, those blue eyes burning into mine as she slowed herself onto my length. I clenched my jaw as her tightness took me in, and her mouth parted, a quiver coursing through her. She began to move, grinding against me at her own pace, finding what worked best for her. I could feel the intensity of her need right now, like the allowance of control was fueling her desire even more.

"Fuck, Julian," she moaned. Her words were a sweet victory, and my cock swelled even more. She reached for the bullet vibe, clicking it on and adjusting the intensity before grazing it over her clit. The shudder that coursed through her and the soft moan made me suck in a breath, involuntarily thrusting up into her .

"Use me, pyro, fuck me."

I was right about her; she was not just a survivor. She was a force—a woman who could withstand the flames and rise from the ashes stronger than before. She was unrelenting, burning brighter than anything, a wildfire atop me with fire and ice in her eyes.

She rode me with an almost savage abandon, her hips grinding against mine as she chased her release, the vibe amplifying her pleasure. I thrust up into her, unable to draw my gaze from her face, which was pulled into an expression of bliss as she drew closer to her finish. Her body bounced atop me, meeting each of my thrusts, her own pace quickening as she sucked in ragged breaths.

"Fuck." Her hand on my chest curled, her nails biting into my flesh.

Her climax hit her like a freight train, her body shuddering as she cried out my name. The sound of it on her lips was intoxicating, a potent mix of surrender and triumph. My own release followed swiftly, a white-hot explosion that left me breathless and spent.

She collapsed onto my chest, her breathing ragged, and I couldn't help but smirk. She'd called out my name, and I wondered if she'd done that for either of my brothers. Would it make them a little jealous despite their promise to not feel such a thing with her? But as my senses slowly returned to me, I noticed the door was slightly ajar.

And there, in the shadow of the doorway, stood Cristian. His eyes were alight with amusement, a delighted smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of us. Was he actually pleased by the scene before him?

Of course my brother would be happy about this turn of events. He wanted us all craving her, sharing her.

Perhaps he had seen this side of Scarlet all along—a woman who could match the intensity of us, who could hold her own in our world of chaos and control.

Perhaps he wasn't as crazy as I had thought. Maybe, just maybe, he had known all along that Scarlet was the perfect fit for us.