Page 45 of Psycho Saviors

Julian's eyes met mine, unwavering. "They hurt you, didn't they? Sold you for drug money. We saw your records from past hospital visits and your therapist. They hurt you as a kid, beat you."

"Right, reminding me I have no privacy either, no secrets from you guys," I muttered bitterly.

"We didn't know about Brent, or Lily," Cristian pointed out. "You told us that."

I shook my head, pushing my plate away. "Here I was thinking this was going to be a nice dinner," I mumbled.

"It is, pyro," Julian said, flicking his gaze to his brother.

Cristian reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. He offered it to me, and I hesitated before taking it. This had better not be what I thought it was, but from him, I wouldn't be all that surprised.

Thankfully, my thoughts were wrong, and inside was a stunning diamond necklace with a heart pendant and matching teardrop earrings.

"Looks expensive," I said, eyeing the jewelry warily.

Cristian's lips curled into a smile. "You deserve some jewelry to match your nice dresses now. Besides, I want what's mine to be looking like the prize she is."

His words made me pause. "I'm yours, huh?" I arched a brow at him.

His face flickered, a mix of emotions crossing his features. "I told you I'd make you mine, Scarlet."

I stared at him, my jaw clenching. "I'm not a thing, Cristian, not an object to be claimed. I'm a person," I said, my voice tight as I tried to maintain my composure.

His eyes darkened, a possessive glint flashing in them. "Yes, but you're my person. I want you. You're mine," Cristian stated, like it was something that couldn't be argued.

I scoffed, the words sounding familiar. "Really? Cause Tyrone said the same thing earlier," I retorted, knowing he meant it differently. At least, I thought he did.

A smirk spread across Cristian's face, surprising me.

"My brothers and I are blood, we're family, and we share everything. I don't mind sharing you with them," he said casually as he leaned back in his seat.

I blinked, taken aback. "Really, no one will get jealous?" I asked, incredulous at the thought.

Cristian's smirk widened. "Why would we get jealous, kitten?" He turned to Julian. "Jules, put her jewelry on."

Julian complied without hesitation, plucking the box from my hand, his fingers brushing against my skin as he fastened the necklace. The cool metal settled against my collarbone, sending a shiver down my spine. "You do look ravishing tonight," he murmured, his hand lingering on my neck. I could feel the warmth of his touch, a stark contrast to the chill of the jewelry. My breath caught in my throat as his fingertips traced a lazy pattern along my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He removed my sleeper earrings, replacing them with the teardrop earrings instead and putting my old ones in the box, which he handed back. He sat back down, smiling at me, his eyes flashing in a way that made me quiver.

I swallowed, unsure how to feel about this turn of events. "How's it look?" I asked with a resigned sigh.

Cristian's eyes locked onto mine, intense and unwavering. "Kitten, you look like my future," he said, his voice low and full of promise.

21

SCARLET

Isat 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.