Page 40 of Psycho Saviors

"You misunderstand," he growled, his face inches from mine. His eyes, usually so cold and distant, now burned with a fire that made my breath catch. "When I say it'll do, I mean it's taking every ounce of my self-control not to tear this dress off you right here."

I swallowed hard, feeling the movement against his palm. The heat of his body, the pressure of his hand on my throat, the fierce look in his eyes - it all combined to make me quiver, a spark igniting within me as well.

"Oh," I managed to whisper, my earlier indignation evaporating in the face of his raw desire.

Apparently I had misread him.

Completely.

18

SCARLET

Tyrone 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.